I want to tell him that he's the most vile, crooked, conniving, power-hungry man I've ever met and that I want to have his children in the same conversation.
What kind of dresses does Sheriff Daddy like to see his wife wear? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
Sheriff Bodecker would love to see you in whatever you feel the best in. But he does have a few faves 😈
He is in love with your wiggle dress. The way it makes your ass look so plump and spankable, he just— he goes crazy for it every time you wear it for date night. He's also a fan of the mini skirt, which is surprising, but onky if you wear the super short ones at home and the more modest ones out with some nylons or thigh highs with it. He also thinks matching sets are pretty cute, and has helped pick one or two out for you on occasion. He also loves when you wear pants. But thats not the point hehe
Heavy make out sessions when he picks you up for his night shift, sweet pecks before he heads out for work, holding hands while going for a stroll after dinner on date night, laying on the couch while reading your books, straightening his tie and Sheriff's star for him, random bundles of flowers because he was thinking of you, him sweet talkin' you when he's annoyed you, slow dancing in the living room, giving him head when he's making coffee just to make him late, fucking on the kitchen table when he gets home all riled up, waking up to his head between your legs or his cock filling you up, riding him so good he makes those deep throaty moans that he can't control, him plowing you from behind so good the bed breaks, handcuffing him to the bed and riding his face, tender loving cuddles as you both fall asleep, having groggy, soft sex the morning after.
Lee bodecker? yes !!🤤 Sheriff pls use your handcuffs on me (or may i use them on you👀)
He'd let you put them on him, but onky on your birthday and it takes a lot of sweet talkin' to get your way.
But he looooooves to use them on you. The feeling of dominance that comes over him when he sees you all bound up in his silver handcuffs, defenseless and waiting, he goes absolutely feral.
Fuck, he's so fucking hot. The way I'd be both a slut and a housewife for this man.
Oh K, you know I always have thoughts about our Sheriff. Imagine visiting him during his lunch break because he sounded so stressed on the phone earlier. You know this is risky, but you can’t help the excitement you feel as you walk into the station wearing your knee length coat with nothing underneath. Knocking on the door, you make your way into his office, and when he smiles and asks what you’re doing there. You open up your coat, and tell him you just wanted to bring him a little treat.
Well well well 😈 he would be.... interested, to say the least.
"Gotta keep quiet, Sweetheart, can't let my deputies know what we're doin' in here," he rasped against the curve of your neck, his large hand held your moans in your mouth, the other pulls you into each of his rushed, punishing thrusts. "God, what would everyone think if they saw you like this? Show up to the office in nothin' but your coat, bending over and fucking begging me to fuck your brains out— like a common whore, meant for spreading these pretty legs for me, that's all, isn't it, Princess?"
You tried your best to nod, your walls fluttering around his cock as it plunges deeper and deeper into your cunt. Your grip on his desk tightens as he speeds up, his end catching up with him.
"Oh, God, you're such a good fucking bitch for me, sweetheart, always so good, now you're gonna take my cum and you're gonna fucking walk outta here with it dripping outta this pussy, you hear me?"
"Yes!" You whimper from behind his palm, your hips grinding back against his eagerly. You loved when Lee came, he always made the sexiest noises, even when he was trying to be quiet.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" He groans through gritted teeth as he finally cums, his body shaking and jerking as he milks himself into you. You moan softly as you follow him over the edge, the feeling of you coming around him has Lee whimpering in your ear, his jaw dropped wide as he gasps. You both writhe together, working each other through the crests of pleasure until you both lull to a stop. You slap Lee's hand away from your mouth, and he releases you with a quiet 'sorry'.
"So... feeling better, Sheriff Bodecker?" You ask with a pleased smile as he kisses the slope of your shoulder. He hums and caresses your body softly.
"Mm, muuuuch better, Mrs. Bodecker, thank you," he mumbles with a smug smile before kissing your lips softly. When you move to grab some tissues to clean yourself, he's quick to stop you. "Now now, that's not what we agreed on doing, Mrs. Bodecker."
You give him a playful glare and pull on your coat, pressing a kiss to his lips, you start the walk home with the reminder of yours and Lee's lunch date sticking to your thighs.
Summary: You just want to have a lazy day in bed and a nice, relaxing picnic with your husband. After all, you need the rest. ;)
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x female!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY(MINORS DNI), oral sex (m and f receiving), face fucking, Lee wears reading glasses, exhibition kink, food play, Lee’s filthy mouth and southern accent. I think that’s everything...
Word count: 4.4k exactly!
A/N: Thank you @slothspaghettiwrites for letting me use the photo of Lee with the glasses!! It’s just *chef’s kiss* This took a while for me to write but at least I got it done! Slow and steady wins the race. I feel good about it, too. I hope you enjoy Day 5! Let me know what you think, ask to be on the tag list, leave a comment, reblog, send me an anon or an ask, a carrier pigeon, telegram, what have you! I love you all so, so much, just as you are, and as you will be!
Kisses 💋
—K
Series Masterlist
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You were certain that your body was made of lead. The peaceful retreat of sleep giving way to a sore reality, your bones ached and the apex of your thighs crying in a tender pain from Lee’s passionate assault. A groggy groan bubbled in your chest as you peeled your eyes open. The sun was higher in the sky than normal, your fatigue keeping you under a sleepy spell far longer than you thought it would. Lee stirred as you begun to wake up, his body draped across yours protectively, his warm soft body a welcomed barrier to the chilly morning air. He grumbled a greeting as he stiffly lifted his head, his own body sore to the touch.
“God damn, Princess,” he mumbles more to himself as he stretches, wincing at the stinging in his muscles. You hum in agreement, a sleepy pout on your lips, as much as you loved getting the daylights fucked out of you, you hated being sore.
“I’m sore,” you whine tiredly, turning to search for Lee’s warm body, your head tucking into the crook of his neck.
“That means Daddy did his job,” he growls affectionately in your ear before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, his hand rubbing up and down the length of your spine. You hum with a smile, the events of yesterday replaying in your mind. Pulling your face from the safety of his neck, you grin up at him.
“Damn straight, you did, Daddy,” you practically moan to him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Lee feels his chest swell with pride, a gloating moan rumbles deep in his throat, he really couldn’t help it. You made him feel like a king.
When you pull back from the sweet kiss, he sighs contently. He rests back into his pillow, eyes slipping shut once more, his hands wandering your frame with no intention other than to just touch, subconsciously making sure that you’re real.
“What’s on today’s agenda, Princess?” He asks, his mind racing with possible ideas or surprises that you could have hidden up your sleeve. If this week taught Lee anything, it was that you were full of surprises. You bring a heavy hand to gently cradle his cheek, idly playing with the short hair along the side of his head.
“Hmmm, I was thinking we’d take it easy today. Stay in bed, let you get some rest, then maybe go to the park for a picnic. What do you think?”
“Mmmm that sounds lovely, Angel,” he says with a tired smile, Lee felt like he ran a marathon with bricks on his back, he wasn’t about to pass up a chance to stay in bed all day with his woman. You pecked the tip of his nose, yawning one more time before retreating to the comfort of his chest.
“Good, then I propose a nap to celebrate,” you yawn, pulling the blankets back around you both, settling in for a mid morning nap. There truly couldn’t be anything you needed more than a nap.
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When you opened your eyes for the second time that day, you were greeted with a sight that never failed to have slick pouring out of you. Lee was still shirtless and leaning up against the headboard, his black browline reading glasses that he seldom wears perched on the bridge of his nose as his cerulean eyes danced around the pages of the book in his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly as he read, face set in concentration, clearly engrossed in whatever events were transpiring in the novel, those sweet lips barely moving as he mouthed the words to himself as he turned a page. There was something about watching him read that always did it for you. Maybe it was the fact that he finally wears his reading glasses, maybe the way he seemed to get invested in the stories so intensely that it’s all he wants to talk about, maybe it’s the way the words roll off his tongue when he reads to you in his velvety voice. Whatever it was, it made you squirm with need despite the fresh soreness in your core.
“What’re you reading, handsome?” You ask with a sly smile. Lee’s head snaps over to look at you, smiling bashfully at being startled.
“It’s this book called ‘And Then There Were None.’ It’s about these people that get stuck on an island and someone is killin’ em off one by one,” he says as his eyes return to the pages, he was eager to get back to the story. You chuckle and nod, propping your head up on your elbow.
“Read it to me,” you request softly, petting his thigh under the blankets. He sighs as he begins to read the new paragraph, not bothering to go back to the very beginning. You listen as he reads each sentence, his thick southern accent changing the words ever so slightly. Your hand still innocently rubbing his thigh, creeping a little higher every few minutes to keep Lee from noticing.
You slide closer and closer as you begin to dip lower on his body, Lee’s attention being pulled from the words on the page. He keeps reading, thinking you’re just getting comfortable in bed, you smirk as you take your place between his legs, your breasts pressing against his bare, softened member. Lee shivers at the feeling of your plush flesh pressing into him, your hands still stroking his thighs, the words of the novel dying on his tongue with a gasp.
“What are you doing?” He whispers, the blood rushing straight to his cock when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes, tits caressing his privates with each breath you take.
“Keep reading,” is all you say, your voice sultry and steady, it had Lee gulping and lifting the book back into place to resume reading. Only when he continues reading do you begin to pepper kisses across his belly, gently nipping at the tender flesh from time to time just to hear him stutter through a sentence. You feel his cock stiffening, you always loved how responsive Lee is for you, your mouth slowly works its way south. Settling lower, your legs tucked underneath you, you push at Lee’s thick thighs, exposing more of him to you, the pale white skin warm under your fingers as you teasingly caress them. Lee keeps reading, his pace slightly quicker than before, his chest rising and falling as your touches get closer and closer to the spot he needs you most.
“Armstrong was rememberin’ now. The Seton case! The verdict had come as a great surprise…” Lee’s voice dwindled as your kisses began to trail up the sensitive skin of his left inner thigh. You noticed that he had stopped and suddenly sank your teeth into the patch of skin you’d just kissed. Lee hissed at the bite, his body jumping in shock, but the feeling of your soft lips soothing the sharp sting had him spreading his legs even further with a shuddered breath.
“I didn’t say stop, now, did I?” You teased as you licked at the bite mark, grinning to yourself when his hips instinctively searched for your hot mouth.
“A-Armstrong was rememberin’ no—“
“Y’already read that part,” you interrupted, mumbling against his skin, your lips getting closer and closer to his now fully hard cock.
“He had met Matthews, KC on one of the days of the trial dinin’ at a restaurant. Matthews had been— Oh, fuck!” Your lips suddenly attached to the apex of his left thigh, sucking a deep purple hickie into his pale skin, his thighs jumping in excitement as your tongue laps at the bruising mark. Lee peeked over the top of the book, his free hand coming to your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, massaging your scalp. You looked up at him, smiling coyly as your lips ghost over the throbbing bruise, Lee’s breathing was heavier now, his cock painfully hard as it rests against the swell of his belly. You raise your eyebrows up at him expectingly, silently prompting him to continue.
“Matthews had been confident. ‘Not a doubt of the verdict. Acquittal practically certain.’ And then afterwards he had heard comments: ‘Judge was dead against him. Turned the jury right round and they brought him in guilty’…” Lee droned on, his voice getting huskier with each word that passed his lips. You take his sack into your mouth, humming when Lee’s words falter but don’t stop. “All th-these memories rushed through the doctor’s mind. Before he could consider the wisdom— fuck!— the wisdom of the question he had asked impulsively: ‘Did you know Seton at all? I mean previous to the case.’”
Your tongue swirls sinfully across the skin of his balls, hollowing your cheeks, you suck powerfully, relishing in the heady scent that fills your nose and the distinct flavor of Lee’s skin on your tongue. His hand grips your hair strongly, his head tipping back as you bring a hand to rub his cock, petting the thick vein along the underside of his cock softly.
“Princess, please,” he gasps when you release him with a lewd ‘pop.’ You take pity on the panting sheriff, licking a fat stripe up the underside of his cock. As your tongue slowly glides across his shaft Lee lets out a pleased groan, his head resting against the headboard, basking in the pleasure that washes over him. This time he continues without having to be told, his mind struggling to focus on the page, your soft lips pressing soft kisses to his shaft turns his brain to mush, you loved how each time you touched him his breathing hitched in his throat.
“The hooded reptilian eyes met his. In a clear cold voice the judge said: ‘I knew nothing of Seton previous to the case.’ Armstrong said to himself: ‘the fella’s lyin’— I know he’s lyi— Oh, God!!” Lee bellowed as you suddenly took him into your mouth, his cock gliding easily into the tight heat of your throat, your nose grazing the rough patch of hair at the base of his cock. He tossed the book to the floor, both hands gripping your hair as his head fell backwards, his hips grinding into your mouth with sinful rolls, his meaty legs stretched out straight, pleasure pulling his body taught. You felt that familiar dull ache at the hinge of your jaw, but you lived for it, especially when it made Lee desperate like this. You hummed around him as his hands guide your head to meet his movements eagerly, you breathed through your nose expertly as you swallow around his cock.
“Oh my fuckin’ God, Princess, thas it, thas it—shit!—do that again!” He cried.
His face was pinched in ecstasy as you swallowed around him once more, your throat constricting around Lee’s length perfectly, his eyes shut tight, the browline glasses still resting on the bridge of his nose, jaw falling open as another toe-curling wave of pleasure crashes down on him. Each grind has Lee’s grip on your hair tightening, his blunt nails scraping across your scalp.
“Let me fuck that pretty face, baby, c’mon, lemme fuck your face,” he muttered reverently, his eyes finding yours as his hips begin to thrust. Lee sees how your eyes glaze over and immediately knew you were loving this as much as he was, your mouth relaxing to allow him to take control.
“Good girl, fuck, such a good girl,” he curses with a growl, your hands wandering up and down his thighs as his balls slap against your chin in perfect rhythm. “Y’got such a sweet fuckin’ mouth, Princess, God, almost feels as good as that tight pussy…”
Your eyes roll back into your head with a moan when he starts talking, his filthy words only adding to the dripping wetness between your thighs, you can’t help but rub your legs together in hopes of relieving the throbbing ache in your core. Lee smirks when he sees you fidgeting, he loves watching you squirm.
“Y’like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth, Princess?” He huffs out a breathy laugh when you try to nod, a small garbled moan muffled by his length, “Yeah, I know you do, can see you dyin’ to rub that sweet little cunt on somethin’, jus fuckin’ love suckin’ my cock, don’t ya?”
You feel his girth pulsate with his heartbeat, his high creeping up on his quicker with each frantic thrust into your throat. You look up at your husband, your eyes locked on his, the fire burning behind the beautiful blue irises more prominent than ever. Holding his gaze, your hands come to his hips, pulling him deeper and deeper into your throat. You hear him whisper hushed curses to himself, a breathless ‘gonna cum’ falling from his mouth as he finally releases, his whole body stilling, pleasure pulling his muscles taught once more. You feel his hot seed coating your esophagus, the sensation oddly comforting, it makes your eyes flutter happily as you gulp him down before pressing a sweet kiss to his now soft cock.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, darlin’, what was that about?” Lee asks as he comes down, his limbs completely jelly now in his post-orgasmic haze.
“You look handsome with your glasses on,” you say with a casual shrug, chuckling at the slightly stunned sheriff.
“Y’milked me dry jus cause I wore my glasses?” He speaks slowly, you nod and peck his tummy, “Jesus, I guess I better start wearing the fuckers then,” he joked.
“Oh, please do. You’d be doing us all a service.”
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The late afternoon was perfect for a picnic. The sun was lower in the sky, the dry heat of high noon had finally simmered down as the cool of the evening began to arrive. A soft breeze from the near by lake made the air light and refreshing. Piling your blankets and baskets into the cruiser, you and Lee set off for the park. Not many people were at the park, save for the occasional biker or pedestrian, but they were few and far in between.
“Ain’t this such a pretty view?” You ask as Lee spread out the picnic blanket for the two of you. The sun had painted the ivory clouds a golden hue of orange, streaks of blue still meandering through the sky as dusk approached. The water of the lake rippled gently with the breeze, acting as a distorted mirror of the heavens above, trimmed with lush trees with leaves of green and yellow. You could never get over how pretty the world can be, and Lee admired you for it. He always loved how you could see the best in the world, the best in humanity, the best in him.
“It’s got nothin’ on you, Princess, but that sure is pretty,” he spoke as he came to stand next to you, an arm around your waist pulls you into his side softly. A calm silence takes you both for a moment as you just look out into the natural beauty of the Ohio landscape. You smile placidly and take a deep breath, trying to take in as much of the woodsy smell as you can before sighing it all out.
“Let’s eat,” you say with the same content smile, taking Lee’s hand and walking towards the little camp he set up for you. You both take a seat, Lee smooths out the skirt of your dress over your knee, mumbling something about not wanting you to get cold. As you unpack the food basket, Lee tells you about the book he was reading this morning, filling you in on all the parts you missed. You listen to him prattle on about the theories of who he thinks did it, who he thinks is next and why. You eat your dinner in peace, smiling and waving at the very few people who passed by on their evening walk.
“Y’ready for dessert, Sheriff?” You asked with a small smirk, Lee perks up when he hears the playful edge in your voice.
“‘Course I am, sweetheart,” he responds smoothly, he didn’t know what you were giddy about, but he was intrigued to see what you had planned. When you brought out a small container of strawberries, chocolate sauce, and a can of whipped cream, he felt that familiar fire light in the pit of his tummy.
“Oh?” He quirks an eyebrow at you, naturally giving the walkway a quick scan to make sure no one is around as you opened all the containers. There was no one around, the trail now abandoned, Lee mentally thanked you for picking a spot that’s slightly concealed by the high grass. “Here?” He asked softly, his eyes smoldering, the flickers of lust burned against the cool blues of his irises.
“Mmhm,” you nodded, biting your lip as you picked up a plump strawberry and brought it to Lee’s lips. He spared the berry a glance before returning his eyes to yours, leaning in, his mouth taking in the fruit before slowly sinking his teeth into its flesh. Your eyes zero in on the way his unfairly soft lips met the red fruit, the juices dripping down your fingers, a deep, quiet groan rumbles in his chest. Lee watches the way your face morphs, subtle tells revealing your desire to him; your pupils dilated, eyelids sliding lower over your beautiful eyes, the soft hitch your breathing when he bites down into the fruit, your mouth slightly agape as you begin to pant, your heart rate picking up. Lee fought the smirk as he pulled back, licking the sweet juice from his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours for a moment. “Good?” You ask in a breathless voice, the voice never ceases to make Lee hard.
He remembers the first time he heard you speak like that; it was just before he kissed you for the first time. It took everything in him not to fuck you in the back of his cruiser right then and there. Lee nods in response to your question. “Try some, darlin’…”
Lee takes another bite of the strawberry and suddenly smashes his lips against yours, his strong tongue pries the seam of your lips open, gently passing the unchewed morsel into your mouth. You instinctively chew the strawberry, your lips still moving against Lee’s, a soft whimper leaves you at the sweet taste of the berry and the passionate kisses Lee gives you. Your head spins ever so slightly, the sweet aromas of the earth around you, the berries on your tongue, and the delicate kiss on your lips sends your mind reeling in pleasure filled clouds. Lee releases your lips, his nose brushing against yours.
“What d’ya think, Princess?” His low voice mumbles, sending a shiver through you.
“I-It’s good…” you stutter out, feeling shy for the first time this week, you blame the way he’s looking at you like you’re the most delectable thing he’s ever seen and the very public setting of such a heated moment.
“Yeah? You want more?” He nips at your lip softly, knowing that you’re slowly melting for him, god, you’re probably already dripping for him. He swipes his tongue along his bottom lips once more at the thought. You gulp quietly, not knowing if he’s talking about the kisses or the strawberries, either way, hell yeah, you want more. You nod softly. “Use your words, Princess, tell Daddy what you want…”
You shiver again, he never called himself ‘Daddy’ outside the house before. You felt his arms close in around you, your body naturally leaning back, his sturdy frame hovering just above you as he pulled you against him.
“I…I want more… please?” Your voice had lowered to a faint whisper, Lee always had that power over you, you looked up at him, eyes glassy with desire, the setting sun glowing in the far off horizon made you look like an angel. Lee surged forward the moment the plea left your tongue, his mouth moving against yours eagerly, he didn’t want to spend too much time out here and risk being caught. The thought of someone walking by had Lee pushing you flat on your back with a lot more vigor than anticipated, his body taking its place on top of yours. Greedy hands pulled at your thighs, making you spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between them, your skirt that he had smoothed down now salaciously bunching up at your waist.
Lee blindly felt around for one of the bowls, his two fingers dipping into the whipped cream. He pulled his lips from yours only to bring his cream covered fingers to your mouth.
“Here, Princess,” he groaned at the way you instinctively began to suckle on his fingers, your tongue swirling around each thick digit with expert precision, his mind flooded with memories of your sinful mouth working him over. “Gotta reward ya for being so good for me this mornin’, lettin’ me fuck that sweet throat of yours,” he growled.
He plucked his fingers from your mouth, and pushed your skirt up even higher, his body shifting to lay between your thighs. You gasped and looked up at the fair, cloudy sky as Lee made quick work of your panties, stuffing the wet garment into the pocket of his trousers, you knew he’d keep them for when he’s on his late night patrols. Kissing a trail up your left thigh, Lee breathes in deep, the intoxicatingly sweet aroma of your arousal fills his senses, his cock straining against the front of his trousers with need. Not enough time for that, he told himself and brought his lips to your pussy. He gently kisses your wet lips, knowing how much you love when he does that, the loving teasing always made you squirm.
Soon he dips his tongue out to swipe lightly along your clit, his clean hand coming to your mound, gently pulling the flesh back to reveal more of your sensitive nub to his tongue. The sensation of his quick licks has you moaning a little too loud for Lee’s liking, his fingers dipping back into the whipped cream before stuffing them into your mouth, muffling your moans as he begins to eat you with more and more enthusiasm. You grip his wrist tightly, hoping that it will help ground you, your thighs tremble around his head as he teases his tongue along your quivering hole, the action making you buck your hips in need, a soft mumble of ‘please’ is all Lee needs to suddenly bury his tongue into your heat. Your eyes roll back as he spears into you, his nose bumping into your clit in precise and deliberate movements, his lips latching to your most sensitive flesh passionately.
The world around you spins even more when the filthy grunts Lee lets out vibrates through your core, each noise sends you closer and closer to your edge, the tension that builds within your body growing tighter and tighter. A smirk quirks at the corners of Lee’s lips when you begin to hump his face, your little whines and whimpers effectively being muted by his fingers that pump in and out of your mouth at a steady pace. One of your hands slide down to grip the back of his head, your nails scratching his scalp as you lose yourself in the pleasures that he offers you. He shakes his head from side to side, forcing himself deeper into your sweet cunt, he was set on devouring you, his fingers slipping out from your mouth to frantically dip themselves into one of the sauces. Gasping for air, you gaze up at the sky once more, noticing the darkness of night beginning to descend, the sun below the tree line now.
The sweet taste of chocolate fills your mouth when his thick fingers slide back into your mouth, bringing your attention back to the man feasting at the honey between your legs like a madman. You whine at the loss of his tongue but groan throatily when two clean fingers stretch you open, his mouth latching on to your clit to suck powerfully, your hips grinding down with more need than ever before. Unending slurs of curses, pleas, Lee’s name, and unintelligible mumbles tumble out of your stuffed mouth, drool sliding down the sides of your face as Lee takes you apart.
“C’mon, Princess, cum all ova’ my face,” he growls, his eyes looking harsh and determined as you teeter on the ledge. The world around you is filled with the sound of your harsh breathing, the distinct wet clapping sound of Lee’s fingers driving into your cunt, and the subtle chirping of the grasshoppers. Your legs shake and clamp around his head as your orgasm finally sweeps over you, Lee’s hand moving to cover your mouth with his palm, silencing the scream that you let out. A heavy thumping fills your ears as your limbs shake, back arching off the blanket, Lee’s mouth still working you through your high, fingers still fucking you eagerly, loving the way your release squirts with each pump, the blanket beneath you soaked through.
Lee’s voice finally cuts through the blood rushing in your ears, praises and loving groans pass his lips, sweet kisses trailing up and down your quivering pussy as his fingers slow down. You bring a heavy hand to push his hand away from your mouth, the need for air taking over, you gulp down lungful after lungful.
“Oh, God, Lee,” you pant out, your legs feeling like jelly as he kisses your thighs, his chin and shirt covered in your cum. You blush at the sight, but don’t look away. You force yourself up on your elbows as Lee straightens out your skirt once more, not bothering to wipe his mouth when he claims your mouth with his once more. You hum at the taste of yourself, Lee’s large hand cradling your head tenderly.
“You ready to go home, now, Princess?” He whispers with a small smile when he sees the tiredness in your eyes. You nod and smile back at him.
“Yeah… I gotta say, that was one hell of a picnic.”
You see, when i sent you that gif of daddy sheriff, I saw a lot of other gifs that made me go “holy shit this man is gorgeous”. So I thought i would chuck a tone here so anyone that sees this can spend a minute to just appreciate how sexy our sheriff is 😌
Uggghhhhh what a beautiful man 🥵😌
Uuuuugh he's just *chef's kiss* 🥵🥰
I just imagined making out with him in the cruiser and stealing the candy that was in his mouth during a heated kiss 🥵🥵🥵
Or handcuffing him to a chair and sucking him off until he's crying
Or riding him on his lunch break in his office and pulling on his tie
Or grinding on him while in his lap and he's on the phone
