“This is my stop, Sheriff,” she said.
“When we’re alone call me Tristan.”
Her smile lit up his whole world. She ran fingers through her blonde tresses. The only fault he saw with the young woman was the lack of meat on her bones. Tristan didn’t understand women’s needs to be super slender. He loved a woman he could hold on to.
Hold up. She’s not yours to hold on to.
“Erm, would you like to come in for coffee?” Vicki asked.
Everything inside of him was screaming at him not to go inside. Vicki was too damn young for him, and he was still fucking married.
“I’d love to.”
Those words were going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Tristan knew it down to his very soul.
She walked up the driveway. He watched as she slid the key into the lock and walked inside. Her hand rested on the drawer unit next to the door as she removed her sandals. She went from being below his chin to the top of her head reaching his chest. Vicki was so tiny. Too tiny.
“Follow me.”
His mouth had gone dry. The flare of her skirt revealed her smooth tan legs. He wanted to know if she was wearing any panties. Fuck, he was insane.
The age difference between them was really messing with his head. He liked Vicki. She was a sweet woman, and the way she talked he almost forgot she was only twenty.
Cradle robber.
She leaned over the sink and filled the kettle. He watched as her hand reached for two cups. Her hands were shaking.
Was she as aroused by him as he was by her? His cock refused to go down. Thinking about numbers or anything wouldn’t stop the erotic image of her spread out on his bed. Tristan felt like he was losing his mind.
He needed to do something to stop the ache inside. Against his better judgement once again, he took a step closer and then another.
****
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.