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  She strokes me harder. More forcefully. I’ll come all over her flat stomach if she keeps it up.

  Teenager.

  She’s a fucking teenager.

  Wake the fuck up man!

  “I’ve fantasized about you a lot,” she admits, her voice soft and unsure.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  A groan rattles from my lips. “Mandy, please stop. You’re just a girl—”

  She fists me tighter and starts increasing her movements up and down my shaft. My balls are seized up with the need to come. I’m going fucking crazy and out of control here. All of this will be so ugly in the morning. Right now, though, I don’t give a shit about the morning. I don’t want her to stop.

  “I’m a bad girl,” she murmurs, her hot breath on my chest. “You said so yourself.”

  Fuck me.

  “You have to stop,” I snarl, but my goddamned hips are bucking forward.

  “I’ll stop when you stop,” she challenges.

  And neither of us stop.

  I keep thrusting and she keeps on stroking.

  “I want to feel your hot cum on my tits,” she breathes against me.

  Her words send me over the edge. My cock jolts with its release and spurts between us. I let out a string of curse words at my stupidity until my dick has softened. As soon as my cock isn’t calling all the shots, awareness prickles through me.

  I just let my daughter’s best friend jack me off in her bed.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Not only is this severely against the law. But, I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell now, too.

  “Oh, Mandy,” I murmur. “What have we done?”

  I stiffen at his words. For a brief moment, I thought he was into it. I’ve been obsessed with this man since I was fourteen. I remember the first time I was sexually attracted to him. He’d fallen asleep in his recliner in the living room. Something about his handsome features being relaxed and the way his full lips were parted had me trembling with the need to touch him. I actually did touch him. Kelsey had already fallen asleep on the sofa, so I was free to ogle her father without her teasing me. I walked over to him and noticed his cock was hard beneath his sweatpants. I’d foolishly hoped he was dreaming about me. With a shaking hand, I ran my fingertips along the outline of his cock. It jolted at my touch and zings of pleasure shot through me. At the time, I was afraid to keep touching him, in case he woke up. I’d ran into Kelsey’s room and fingered myself until I came.

  He was also the reason I lost my virginity not long after that. I let one of my brother’s friends fuck me that following weekend. When I closed my eyes, I imagined it was Rick inside me. Every time after, I’ve done the same. He’s the reason I go to these clubs and bars. I crave older men. Not just any older man, but him.

  But he’s the sheriff.

  And he’s so gruff. A rule follower.

  Or so I thought.

  “You were just holding me,” I tell him, attempting to keep my voice innocent. My fingers slide up along the hard ridges of his stomach and I touch his cum that’s smeared there. Without thinking, I bring my wet fingertips to my mouth. I suck on my fingers to taste him. For years, I imagined this moment. “You taste good.”

  He groans and starts to push away from me but I slide my arm around his back. Our wet stomachs slip against each other. His dick is hardening again. I do this to him. It’s me who has him breaking laws. The thought elates me.

  “What we just did…” he trails off. “Really fucking bad, Mandy. So fucking bad.”

  I would feel rejected, except he’s not moving away. In fact, his thumb is rubbing a circle on my hip bone just above my panties. His soft, gentle touch sends slivers of pleasure shooting through me. I’m wet and needy for him. Always so wet for him.

  “It felt good though, right?” I whisper, my breath catching when his thumb traces along the edge of my panties.

  He growls and it vibrates its way to my pussy. “It felt too good.”

  I grin at him in the darkness. The room has turned dark grey as dawn begins to break. “I always think about you when I have sex.”

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Stop talking like that.”

  “I close my eyes when their mediocre dicks are inside of me and—”

  “Stop!”

  “And I imagine it’s you. Your thick cock inside me and—”

  “Mandy, stop!”

  “I come so hard but it’s not the same. The fantasy isn’t real—”

  “I said fucking stop,” he snarls as he twists and pins me to the bed. His breathing is heavy and his grip is brutal as he holds my wrists down. I’m instantly made aware that his thigh has settled between mine. I’m turned on by the fact that his cock is hard and pressing into my hip. Now that dawn is upon us, I can see his shadowed face. He’s angry but I can feel the lust rippling from him. He wants me, but just won’t let himself acknowledge that fact.

  “Why don’t you like me?” I question, the hurt in my voice shining through.

  He releases one of my wrists and trails his powerful fingertips along my arm to my collarbone. Then, he strokes my throat before cupping my cheek. “I like you, Mandy.”

  My gaze gets locked with his now that I can see in the early morning light. He’s so sexy it hurts just looking at him. The light brown hair on his head is tousled and messy. His scruff has grown out a little and I want to know what it feels like between my thighs. He scrunches his eyebrows together and it causes the flesh between them to wrinkle. Sheriff McMahon is ruggedly handsome. And mine. At least for a little while…

  “Nobody has to know,” I murmur as I reach up and touch his soft hair.

  He closes his eyes and leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I would know.”

  “But I want you.” I let my hand wander between us again hoping to distract him by touching his cock. “I want the fantasy to come to life.” The moment my hand brushes against his hard-on, he lets out a growl. His hand clutches my neck and he glares at me just inches from my face.

  “No, Mandy.”

  I rub at him until he hisses. His grip on my throat tightens.

  “Goddammit,” he grits. “Stop being so fucking tempting.”

  My breath rattles from me because he has a death grip on my neck. He blinks away his anger, quickly releasing me.

  “Fuck,” he whispers. “Did I hurt you?” His thumb rubs gentle circles on my throat.

  “Kind of,” I lie.

  His brown eyes widen in horror but then his lips are on my neck. Hot breath tickles me as he presses soft kisses there. Kisses that start out innocent and comforting. But then his tongue is there teasing me.

  A moan of pleasure escapes me which only seems to spur him on. He sucks me hard enough that I know it will leave a mark. The thought turns me on. My pussy throbs with the need to have him inside of me. His kisses on my throat become more ravenous. Even his teeth make an appearance and he nips at me playfully at first. Then he’s biting me as if he wants to punish me.

  “I need you,” I beg as I tug at his shoulder.

  He settles himself between my thighs and his hard cock rubs against me in the right way. Stars glitter around me as pleasure pulsates through me. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me. Hard. Sheriff McMahon kisses little fuck-up Mandy Halston. I moan loudly into his mouth and claw at his back urging him on. My little scrap of panties and his stupid boxers are too much. I want them gone. I want him inside me.

  “Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth. “This is wrong. Fuck.”

  I dig my heels into his ass. “It feels good, though. Oh God…” I trail off as my body starts to shudder. So close. So damn close.

  “Bad girl,” he growls. “Why have you done this to me?” He grinds against me in a deliberate way that has me trembling with need.

  “Because I want you,” I murmur as I reach between us and free his cock from his boxers. Now if I can manage to get my panties out of the way…

  “No, Mandy,” he snarls but bucks against m
e nonetheless. “Fucking no.”

  I pull my panties aside so I can feel his skin against mine. The moment his hot cock slides against my clit, I curse. “Shit!”

  “You’re the fucking devil,” he snaps but then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

  “Fuck me back to hell then,” I challenge.

  When I go to reach for his cock to help it along, he snags my wrists and holds me down.

  “No,” he barks out as he slides against my pussy in a way that has me going crazy.

  “Please,” I whimper. I attempt to jerk my arms from his grip but he only tightens them. His cock slides along the seam of my slippery pussy but he never enters me. The teasing sensation is going to kill me. I need more. I need all of him.

  “You’re going to come like a good little girl just like this and then I’m taking you home. This can’t happen,” he mutters, his breath ragged and uneven.

  “But—”

  “No fucking buts. I’m not a goddamned pedophile.”

  I start laughing as I wiggle in my attempts to get free. “Your cock is so close to impaling me, Sheriff. You could have fooled me.”

  “Fuck you,” he snaps and the tip of his dick pokes me. We both hiss but he jerks away and continues to slide against me.

  “One day I want you to put it in my ass,” I taunt.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Mandy! You can’t say shit like that to me!”

  “Or what? You’ll arrest me?”

  He covers my mouth with his hand and glares at me as he grinds against me. I like that he has me roughly pinned down. I love that he’s taken to silencing me. Rick is always so intense and hot. I never dreamed I’d be the focus of all that intensity.

  “Shit,” he grumbles when his cock pokes my opening again. But before he can back away, I meet his gaze with a dark one of my own and dig my heel into his ass and lift my hips. His dick pushes halfway inside of me. He’s so big it almost hurts but I’m so wet he easily slides inside. “Fuck!” he roars and drives the rest of the way into me.

  My eyes roll back into my head and I nearly come from the way his thick cock stretches me to the limit.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He’s angry at both of us, but he’s out of control. I pushed him here. “You goddamned beautiful girl,” he bites out, his tone accusatory. “Fuck you for making me do this!”

  I want to tell him so many things, but his hand stays on my mouth as he drives into me bare. As many times as I’ve had sex, not once have I done it without a condom. Our eyes meet and his are manic. Wild like a bear. He releases my mouth and his palm trails down my throat to my tit. His giant hand covers half of it, his rough thumb scraping along my peaked nipple. I shudder and my pussy clenches around his cock. His eyes darken as he pinches my nipple. The pain zings through me and I love it. I wish he’d bite me there.

  “I like when you’re rough with me,” I murmur, shocked those words escaped.

  He growls like an animal and then his fingers are between us. I cry out in pleasure when his long finger rubs against my clit. Unlike the boys I’ve been with, Rick knows how to touch me. He massages me right into the best orgasm of my life. I lose all sense of reality as the world explodes around me.

  His lips find mine again as his hips begin thundering against me faster than ever before. A groan leaves his lips a second before a burning heat gushes inside of me. He pulls out the next second and the rest of his release spurts on my lower belly. His body crashes against mine crushing me against the mattress. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. For a minute, he doesn’t move. His fingers stroke my hair and I relax.

  I finally fucked the sheriff.

  And it was everything I ever hoped it would be.

  He’s quiet and I don’t dare break the spell. I let him cuddle me, his mouth whispering unintelligible things into my ear.

  “Oh, Mandy,” he utters, regret making his voice shake. “I’m so sorry.”

  Anger wells up inside me. Why would he be sorry? What we just did was perfect. I’ve been waiting almost four years for this to happen. Rick is sexy and funny and protective. I have always loved every part of him, even when he gets bossy and pisses me off.

  “Don’t be sorry,” I bite out. “I’m not.”

  He lifts up and regards me wearily. I don’t understand how he seems to have aged a few years. Worry and terror flicker in his eyes. I don’t like that look.

  “I won’t tell anyone,” I whisper. Quite frankly, I am bothered that he’d even worry about such a thing. “I swear.”

  He closes his eyes and gives his head a shake. “But you should. I want you to.”

  I swallow down my emotion. “Never.”

  “This can never happen again,” he murmurs. “I’m a monster.”

  Tears well in my eyes and I choke back a sob. “You’re not.”

  He pulls away from me so quickly that I don’t get a chance to stop him. His body ripples with strength and he’s absolutely gorgeous. I could stare at his bare chest for days without blinking. His brown chest hair. The way his muscles seem to be sculpted from stone. And especially at his beautiful cock—a cock that was just inside of me. It still glistens from my arousal.

  “I need…” he trails off and scrubs at his face as he yanks his boxers up. “I need to think.”

  He bolts from the room leaving me all alone with my panties askew and soaked. All alone with his cum drying on my stomach. Alone with an empty heart.

  I fucked a teenager.

  I fucked a goddamned teenager.

  And not only that, but I didn’t use a condom. Like I was the irresponsible teen here. What the actual fuck?

  I’ve lost my mind.

  I’d felt like the biggest ass on the planet when I left her in my daughter’s bed with my cum all over her. She was an angel who fucked like the devil. My dick jolts at the memory and I quickly force away the thoughts as I dress in my uniform. Not that it matters anymore. Once word gets out that I slept with little Mandy Halston, I’ll be going to prison anyway.

  I wish I knew what to do.

  Brandt would know.

  Brandt, of all people, would understand.

  I’m dialing his number before I have a chance to change my mind.

  “Hello?” His familiar voice makes my chest ache. My best friend. May as well have been family. He fucked my daughter. I’d gone crazy over that fact. And now… now I don’t know what the hell to think about it.

  “I need to talk to you,” I grit out and pinch the bridge of my nose.

  His voice sounds strained. Guilty even. “About what?”

  “I fucked Mandy Halston,” I blurt out, but manage to keep my voice down so she doesn’t hear me from the other room.

  “Okay. Who is Mandy Halston?” he questions.

  I hear a familiar squeak in the background. My eyes narrow as I listen. “Is that Kelsey?”

  Before he has a chance to reply, her young voice is on the other line. “What’s wrong with Mandy? Is she okay? Did her dad hurt her again?”

  I’m still reeling over the fact that Kelsey is with Brandt, that it takes me a second to catch up to her words. “Wait? You knew her dad hurt her? Is this a common fucking thing here?”

  “Yeah, Dad,” she says sadly.

  Rage blossoms in my chest and I’m pissed all over again over the fact that asshole hit her. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” I roar.

  “Because you always fly off the handle,” she murmurs.

  “Why are you with him?” I ask, my tone clipped. “I thought I told you not to see him.”

  “How is Mandy?” she demands, changing the subject. “Is she okay?”

  I grit my teeth. “She came here after he hit her.”

  “Oh, good,” she breathes. “You’ll keep her safe.”

  Closing my eyes, I let the guilt consume me. I didn’t keep her safe at all. I’m no better than any other asshole in her life. I took advantage of her innocence. “Put Brandt back on.”

  “Love you, Dad.”

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p; I want to tell her to get her ass home, but the last thing I need is for her to find her naked, just-fucked, best friend in her bed. A friend her daddy decided to stick his dick into.

  “Love you too, princess.”

  “Hey, kiddo, can you go put on some coffee?” Brandt questions as he muffles the phone. I hate how domesticated that question sounds. Like they’re husband and goddamned wife. “Okay, now tell me what happened,” he urges once she’s gone from the room.

  “I fucked her, man.”

  “And this is a problem because…”

  “She’s seventeen.”

  Silence.

  He lets out a sigh after some time. “What are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. This is illegal,” I hiss. “You, of all fucking people, know this!”

  “Did she want it? I mean, you didn’t—”

  I growl. “Don’t fucking insult me. I didn’t rape the girl.”

  “But it’s still considered statutory rape…”

  I wince at having that thrown back in my face. “I need to take her to the station. To admit everything.” Bile creeps its way up my throat. “Oh, God, this is fucked up.”

  “Don’t do anything, Rick. Ruining your career over a mutual decision with someone who is weeks or months from turning eighteen is a terrible move. Just chill your ass out. See what happens,” he urges. “Promise me you won’t do anything rash.”

  My laughter is harsh. “I already have.”

  “Do I, uh… should I…”

  I grunt, hating that I am about to say these words. “Just keep her there. Keep my girl safe. I need to deal with this on my own.”

  “Of course. I’ll always keep her safe,” he vows. And I’ll be damned if I don’t feel that damn promise in my soul. Motherfucker loves her. “Keep me posted.”

  “Yep.”

  I hang up and begin buttoning the shirt on my uniform. My mind is reeling. I don’t know what the fuck to do.

  “Hey.”

  I jerk my head to see Mandy standing in my doorway. She’s wearing a pair of Kelsey’s sweatpants and a hoodie. Thank fucking God she’s dressed. Her hair is wet. Poor girl had to go wash old man cum off her body. A shudder of disgust ripples through me.