Page 12 of One More Dance


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“Strip for me, Miri. Let me see those gorgeous curves.”

I don’t say anything. Instead, I reach down to my knees and pull my dress up and over my head. My black bra and panties are all that remain. I reach behind me to pull my bra open.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask. He nods and swallows thickly.

“You take my breath away, wife. You are so fucking beautiful. I’m a lucky man.”

“I’m the lucky one,” I say. Tossing my bra onto my dress. I shimmy out of my panties and watch as Paul’s eyes darken with desire. He growls as I hold my wrists out to him.

“Behind your back,” he says through clenched teeth. I present my back to him and put my hands behind my back. He puts the handcuffs on me, and the sound they make as they click into place echoes throughout the room. “You have the right to be as loud as you want to be.” He kisses my shoulder. “Anything you ask for can and will be used against you. You have the right to be pleasured. You have the right to tell me no, but I know you won’t.” He kisses my neck. “Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?” Kiss. Lick. Kiss.

“Yes, Sheriff,” I moan.

“With these rights in mind, do you wish for me to fuck you, sweet girl?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as he bites down on my shoulder.

“Good girl.” I could come from his praise alone.

I look over my shoulder as he unbuttons his shirt, but he doesn’t take it off. He toes out of his boots and then removes his pants and socks. He’s standing in his open shirt, badge still pinned on his chest, and his big hat. I squeeze my thighs together, looking for some kind of relief, but it doesn’t come.

“Paul,” I whisper as he comes toward me.

“Yes?”

“Help me.”

He backs me up to the bars and then he lifts me up, my cuffed hands gripping the bars as I wrap my legs around his waist. He guides his cock into me with one hand, then his hands are on my ass as he slams in and out of me. The iron bars are digging into my back but that doesn’t matter.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Miri. I love fucking you,” he growls.

“I love it when you fuck me,” I moan, saying the word out loud for the first time. He growls again and grips my ass so hard.

“What a dirty mouth,” he says, kissing me hard.

“I love you,” I say, my orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.

“That’s it, sweet girl, come for me, so I can fill you with my seed and knock you up,” he growls. God, I love it when it growls.

“You. Already. Did!” I scream as I come hard. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, his own release filling me.

“What?” he asks after he sets me down. He’s staring at me intently. . Tears fill my eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

“That’s why you were at the doctor’s office?” he asks, moving away from me and over to his holster. He comes back with keys in his hands. He spins me around and opens the cuffs, rubbing my wrists. He tosses his hat away and kisses me.

“Yes,” I confirm, turning to face him. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but I don’t need to as he drops to his knees in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses my belly all over.

“I’m going to love you forever, little one,” he murmurs in between kisses.

“We’re going to love you forever, Paul.” I say, running my hands through his hair.

“You’ve made me so happy, wife. I love you so fucking much,” he says as he stands. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me like our lives depend on it.

“I love you too.”

I loved this man the moment I met him, no one else ever would have been the one for me. He completes me in a way I didn’t know was possible. Loving him forever is going to be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

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