Vicki Burke gave herself to the Sheriff of Law Castle, Tristan Carmichael. After falling in love with the much older man she learned a startling truth, Tristan was married to another woman.
Losing the only man she loved and their baby, Vicki tries to rebuild her life in Law Castle. She stops working at the local bar and starts working for one of the Law Castle Bad Boys. But her love for Tristan refuses to go.
For longer than five years Tristan was separated from his wife but didn’t request a divorce. He never expected to get involved with another woman or to fall in love.
His life is full of mistakes but his biggest mistake was letting Vicki go. Is there a way for him to win back her trust? And can he repair the damage with a divorce from a woman who refuses to give him what he wants?
Be Warned: anal sex, bondage
Vicki couldn’t believe she’d invited Tristan into her home. She’d been crushing on him for as long as she could remember. He was powerful, handsome, and everything she’d dreamt about in a man. Her parents would disapprove of the age gap. They didn’t want her to ever suffer, and so they tried to protect her the best way they knew how—by dictating everything she did. Staying in Law Castle was her only guarantee that she could live the life she wanted instead of what her family wanted.
She turned around and cried out as Tristan stood right in front of her. Vicki dropped the cups, and they smashed on the floor. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She couldn’t speak as his hands went to her thighs.
“I’ve seen you watching me, Vicki,” he said.
“I like watching you. You’re a handsome man.” Her voice sounded breathless even to her. She tried to hide her inexperience, but her whole body quivered at the touch of him. Her body had never known the touch of a man.
“Do you want this?” he asked. She knew what he was asking. How could she tell him she’d never had sex? This was all new territory for her. Her heart pounded as she nodded her head.
“I need a little more than that, princess. God, I want you so fucking much. I ache to be inside you.” He slammed his lips down on hers. Even with her on the counter he was taller than she was. His fingers sank into her hair. She moaned, closing her eyes as he ravished her mouth. The only way to describe the kiss was ravishing.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. I was only going to have a coffee and leave, but I need you. I need to feel your snug cunt wrapped around me.”
“Yes,” she said. He pushed the dress of her skirt up her thighs. Vicki moaned as he tore at her panties. There was no controlling him. He was like a force to be reckoned with. She didn’t want to stop him. If she was going to lose her virginity to anyone it was going to be Tristan. He was strong and caring. She’d seen him at the diner and during her walks through the town square. He cared about this town.
Her panties were gone, and in the next instant his cock was free from the confines of his jeans. Tristan was perfect. She’d seen cocks on the television and a couple of the porn movies she’d stumbled onto on the internet. Tristan put all other cocks to shame. He was long, thick, and the tip was leaking pre-cum.
She licked her lips, and Tristan chuckled. “There will be more of that later. I’ll fuck your sweet mouth soon.”
Tell him now. It’s moving too fast.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said. His fingers ran through her folds. She cried out at the slightest contact. “That’s it, baby. Feel what I do to you.”
Two fingers pressed to her clit, stroking her. She cried out from the pleasure.
“Please,” she said.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you screaming for more.” His hands disappeared, and then the tip of his cock was running over her clit.
“So damn good. I can’t wait.”
You should tell him.
Before she got a chance to even speak Tristan plunged inside her. Vicki cried out as pleasure and pain combined. Her grip tightened on his shoulder.
He sank to the hilt inside her. She couldn’t believe how big he was. He shouldn’t be able to fit inside her. The walls of her pussy felt pinched from the pain.
“Shit, you’re a virgin,” he said. She closed her eyes. Tristan sounded angry. “Look at me.” He gripped her face in his hands. “Look at me!”
Opening her eyes she saw the anger and the lust shining in his eyes.