#sheriff bodecker

The first time you meet him, he’s sitting at the diner counter in his sheriff’s uniform, hat tipped back, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t. You’re new, nervous, your hands trembling as you set down his coffee.

“Hot and sweet,” you say, smiling the way you’re trained to.

He snorts, smirking at you over the rim of his mug. “Ain’t that the truth.”

The words make your cheeks burn, but you don’t correct him. He tips well. He comes back the next night. And the one after that. Always staring, always smirking, always making you feel like prey under the gaze of a predator who’s already decided how the hunt will end.

It ends in the back of the diner, in the manager’s office, the door locked and your uniform skirt bunched up around your hips.

You’re straddling him in his chair, hands braced on his shoulders, trying to keep steady as his cock splits you open. It hurts, the stretch so much bigger than you expected, but it feels good too — dizzying, unbearable, addictive.

“Look at you,” Lee drawls, his voice lazy, mocking, as his hands grip your waist and guide you up and down. “Little diner doll, actin’ all sweet, all polite. Now you’re sittin’ here, spreadin’ yourself on the sheriff’s cock.”

You whimper, face burning, thighs trembling as you move.

“Bet you never thought this is how your shift would end, huh?” He chuckles, mean and low. “All dolled up in that stupid little uniform, beggin’ me with those eyes. Don’t play innocent with me, sugar. You been askin’ for it since you set that coffee down.”

You shake your head, a broken protest spilling from your lips, but his hand snaps up, gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice sharpens, rough with command. “You wanted it. Wanted to see what it’s like to get fucked by the sheriff. Well, here it is. You ridin’ me like a goddamn whore.”

Your moan betrays you, the sound high and helpless, and his smirk widens.

“Yeah. That’s it. Knew you’d love it.”

His free hand slides up, tugging at the buttons of your blouse until your bra spills free. He palms your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until you gasp.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, leaning forward to bite at your neck. “Sweet little thing with tits like that, and you’re mine. All mine.”

You ride harder, desperate now, the friction unbearable. His cock drags against every sensitive spot inside you, and the crude praise spilling from his lips only pushes you further.

“Come on,” he growls, his hands gripping your ass now, slamming you down onto him with each thrust. “Show me. Show me how bad you wanted it. Come on the sheriff’s cock, sugar. Make a mess for me.”

Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You break with a sob, convulsing around him, nails raking down his shoulders as your climax rips through you.

Lee groans, grinding up into you, chasing his own end. “Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn little slut, clenchin’ me so tight. Gonna make me—”

His words cut off with a growl as he spills into you, his grip bruising, his breath hot against your ear.

For a moment, the room is silent but for your panting. Then he leans back, smug grin spreading across his face as he looks at you, ruined and trembling in his lap.

“Knew you were trouble the second I saw you.” He smirks, brushing his thumb across your swollen lip. “Now you’re really mine, sugar. Sheriff’s girl.”

And you don’t even try to deny it.

dividers by: @cursed-carmine ✧

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Due to your pregnancy hormones, you’ve been craving your husband a lot lately. You’re almost 3 months pregnant and all you want is Lee. He helped you satisfy your needs when both of you woke up this morning. He almost stayed home from work today to help you satisfy your needs. Keyword, almost. He wishes he did.

The second Lee came home from work, you were all over him, kissing him hungrily. Lee already knew it was your hormones. He picks you up and carries you to the living room and sits down on the couch with you on his lap.

“I missed you.” You say.

“You brought me lunch at the station, silly.” Lee says.

“That feels like forever ago.” You practically whined.

You unbuttoned his uniform shirt just enough to have access to his neck. You took in his scent as you placed kisses along his neck.

“You didn’t get your fill this morning and last night, darlin’?” He asks.

“No. These stupid pregnancy hormones are making me feel horny all the time.” You say, almost whining.

Lee isn’t complaining one bit. He just sat there and let you do as you please. His hands rested on the sides of your small pregnant belly.

“You smell so good.” You say, inhaling his must again.

“I am wearing that cologne you bought me for my birthday.” Lee tells you.

“I’m glad I bought it for you.” You smiled.

Lee shifts on the couch a bit when your hand palms his cock through his pants.

“You craving me, sugar?” Lee asks.

“I’m always craving you, baby.” You say.

You lean back just enough to watch your hands unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. Lee inhales sharply when your hand touches his cock over his boxers. His head falls back against the couch when you began stroking his cock through his boxers.

“Shit, darlin’.” Lee moans softly.

You leaned closer to him to the point where you were practically pressing yourself against him. You were being extra careful to not squish your pregnant belly in anyway. Your nose nudges against his neck, inhaling his scent before marking up his skin.

“Lee.” You say softly, almost whining.

“Yea, sugar?” He asks.

You try to answer him, but you couldn’t help but whine softly. Lee knows what you want. He just loves hearing you say it.

“Tell me what you want, sweet cheeks.” He says softly.

“I want you.” You say.

“Yea?” He says.

You hummed softly and nodded your head.

“Tell me what else you want.” He says.

“I want you to fuck me like you did this morning and last night. I don’t care what you do. Do anything to make these stupid hormones go way.” You tell him.

“I’ll give you whatever you’re craving, sugar.” He says.

Lee carefully stands up with you in his arms and carries you to yours and his bedroom. He gently lays you down on the bed and hovers over you, placing one hand on your pregnant belly and the other hand next to your head.

“Can I do something for you first?” You asked, referring to his hard cock.

“Sure, darlin’.” Lee says.

Lee kisses you softly before sitting on the edge of the mattress. You got off of the bed and got in between his spread legs. You inhaled his scent the close you got to his cock. You put your hand inside of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock and pulling it out of his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock. Precum is leaking from his tip. You kitten licked his tip, moaning at his taste. Lee moans at the feeling. He loves it when you do that.

“You really know how to make a man go crazy, don’t you, sugar?” Lee says.

“Isn’t that why you married me?” You asked and smiled.

“Yes.” He smiles back.

You kitten licked his tip again, making him moan.

“I’m going to treat you so well after this, darlin’.” He says.

“Promise?” You asked.

“Promise.” He promises.

it stirred around six in the morning before the rain began pouring in thick sheets over the town of Knockemstiff. thunder rumbled from over yonder and you stirred awake with a mumbled groan, a sweet whine escaped from your throat as you stretch your arms out like a cat, back arching off the mattress, you fit yourself back into the soft haven of your pillows.

your body slumped back into it’s previous position, hands seeking warmth beneath the pillows as your foot wanders to the other side of the bed to meet Lee’s, tangling your legs together as a gentle ‘good morning’ as your body slowly wakes itself up.

the man himself rolls over, hand snaking its way around your waist protectively, hugging you into his chest with a groan of a yawn. "G'mornin', sweet thing."

Lee's voice low and gruff from sleep, muffled as he buries himself into the back of your neck, inhaling your scent like it hasn't already mixed with his since moving in with him and the countless sleepless nights. he smiled into your skin as you hummed at his warmth. his grip tight and possessive, careful over you, and you love that about him.

you couldn't help but shift your hips into his groin playfully. since you woke, the delicate ache between your thighs increased, only getting worse with your lovers safe grip. the sheriff huffs a laugh into your shoulder, reciprocating the movement with his own grind. the prominent outline of his dick stifled inside his boxers rubs against your ass in a slow thrust. "easy there, tiger. y'feeling restless?"

god, his voice. the deepness of it similar to the drip of warm molasses, if not the exact same. your eyes flutter closed, staying shut as you push your ass against his aching muscle more. Lee meets you halfway each time, easing you both into a slow dance for just the two of you.

you meet him with breathless gasps, moans clipped at the edge of your throat as you drift in and out of consciousness, the snug in between between safe sleep and the intimacy of awake holding you in a blissful limbo of an concoction of senses. Lee groans into your ear, spurring you on as you grind back harder, still keeping the gentle pace. he laughs lightly, palms flattening against your stomach, pulling you into his touch.

"hungry girl, huh?" he pushes down into your belly, grinding his cock into you at the same time. the feeling of it meeting through your clothed cunt releases a whine from your mouth, lips taut trying to keep the sounds to a minimum.

"Lee…" the word pulls from your lungs, a breath, a plea. and as if he could read your mind he pulls your panties aside and shucks his boxers down his thighs.

contact came instantly. he holds your leg over his own, gliding his cock across your bare slick, teasing or readying himself, you could barely care. you just wanted him. his dick slid up and down your pussy, his fat tip catching at your clit, pulling your want taut until you whined harshly into the pillow below you.

"needy lil thing… you gonna take me?" you nodded eagerly, a soft 'uhuh' mumbled dumbly as you mushed your face into the bedding.

"yeah? gonna take me good?" Lee's hand found where you both connected, pushing himself inside of you with a rumble from his chest as he eased his hips back. you whined, hand finding his hair behind you, carding your fingers between the dark tufts as he bucks in and out slowly, easing his girth deeper and deeper, whispering gentle praises into your ear.

"atta girl, good girl."

"doin' so good f'me, eh?"

"take it, sugar… that's it."

lee's pace falters for a moment as your walls spasm around him.

"fuckin' look at you" he grunts, hips driving into your own harder with the unhurried sleepy pace. "takin' me so pretty, made f'me werent you."

your mouth opens on a sigh, a moan caught in your mouth as his soongy tip massages your spot. Lee takes this as a sign. his hand slipping between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in soft circles, a pace matching his own. the new feeling dripped down your spine like warm honey, straight to your core.

your walls clench around his thick girth as you try to get your words out. "made for you, Lee… fuck — i'm yours."

the words spurr him on. the saccharine tenderness of your breathless whines drives him closer and closer to his impending arrival. his fingers move with his pace, catching between the ridges in aching pleasure. the only sound you could focus on was the loud plap, plap, plap of his balls slapping onto your skin.

"gon-gonna — hm — come.."

"thats my girl, take it, baby."

his hands never falter as you shatter around him. stomach clenching with butterflies, walls convulsing in steady beats and your hips move with it.

Lee groans into your ear as he chases his own, thick ropes of cum coating your walls, an internal claim. he fucks you through it, soft and gentle rocks as he eases his dick out of your aching hole.

"what'a way to wake up," he peppers your cheek with chaste kisses, all the way down to your neck, your shoulder and to your back. you squirm as you feel his spend leak out of you. "too good f'me, y'know that?"

you pull his head back into your neck, and Lee breathes you in — your sweet joint scent of sex and domesticity.

"i love you, pretty girl."

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"Well, I heard he's headin' up North. Gonna buy some real estate," you say as you check the temperature on the chicken. You're making one of Lee's favorite dinners in the hopes that he'll stay the night.

"I never liked the guy," he spouts, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Well, he was awful nice to me today," you say, poking at Lee's jealous buttons.

"What do ya mean by that, darlin'?"

"Oh, just complimentin' my dress. I wore that new red one my mom sent me. Sayin' "you're too pretty to be workin' somewhere so dull"," you tell him, tasting mashed potatoes from your index finger.

"Well, if he hadn't already hit the road, I'd be pullin' that smarmy son of a bitch over," he huffs. "No one talks to my girl like that."

You hum, satisfied. "Didn't realize I was your girl, Lee."

“Augh shit you’re fucking tight” Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.

You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.

It was his wife’s fault, he’d told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. That’s why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.

His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.

“Never get over a tight little pussy like this” You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.

What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Lee’s eyes shooting open.

“Hey now! Darlin” a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.

“You wouldn’t want your daddy waking up now would you?” that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyes— he had you, right where he wanted— the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didn’t care about him finding out about your little secret, he’d fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.

You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.

“Good girl, knew you’d come around…now you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy it” The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.

“Oh don’t be dramatic” he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.

“God baby, you’re fucking soaked…you like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slut” Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.

He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.

“Mmmn…you know, if I didn’t have to do this, I’d feel bad for your stupid little face” Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.

His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it now— the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.

He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow he’d so ‘generously’ placed between them.

“Oh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ain’t ever had a pussy this tight… fucking made for me, wasn’t it? Yeah, it fucking was” Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldn’t dare fight back— did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.

“Mmm, baby you like this” Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust “Push me away as much as you want but at the end of the day you’re still gonna take my load happily… I mean look” he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. “You fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it… you want my son ya little slut”

The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your body— you let him fuck you however he wante— no, however you needed.

Lee’s hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth “fucking answer me whore, or I’ll pull these out” a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.

“I want this… wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your baby” you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.

“Good little slut, always begging for daddy ain’t you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give you” Lee’s pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You don’t know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.

“God, who’d I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?” He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.

“Don’t look so fucking upset at this, it’s a good thing, you’re being used for something great…I know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let them” He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.

Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.

“This won’t do, you’re supposed to keep it in” He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.

“Tomorrow, I don’t want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitude— just you, alright girl?” He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.

You knew that what you said to him wouldn’t matter, he’d take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.

“Atta girl” His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.

-

I’m so sorry for him, he’s not usually like this, I promise he’s a nice guy 😔 🚩

Here’s your payment~

Taking the late shift wasn’t on your list for New Years eve; not that it mattered, you didn’t know anyone in this tiny backwoods town. Didn’t mean you hadn’t wanted to jump a town or two over to drink yourself under the table. But when your boss, the Sheriff, asks you to cover a shift, you do it. Being the first female deputy in Ohio meant that your boss was always looking to test you.

Your eyes drifted further down the office, and the blinds to the Sheriff's office were open. Lee’s broad frame fills up a lot of the window. The man was freshly divorced and miserable as hell. Not as miserable as he had been when you first showed up. Making remarks about how he’d already hired a new secretary, when you’d shown him your credentials and schooling, he’d just sighed. 

Then you’d been hired, much to everyone's chagrin and a lot of hazing. Decorating your desk in a large array of fake flowers, to the point you couldn’t work at it until you had cleared it off. Your squad car had various genitalia scrawled over it in pink and purple paint. It wasn’t surprising, in fact it was tame compared to other things you’d had happen in other states. One was being dosed with laxatives, which had ended up with you in the hospital with dehydration. It hadn’t been what had pushed you to Ohio though, no that had been your dickbag of a Dad. Nothing kills hiring opportunity like a tainted lastname.

There was something about Lee that had slowly crawled under your skin over the last few months. The heat settles low in your guts like a heated blanket on a cold day. The man watched you like a hawk, criticized every move you made, and constantly made sure you knew your place. At the same time, he was always the first one to ask you to join him on patrol. He made sure you ate, that you got home safe. Little things. Things that most of the other pea brains didn't seem to notice. You did. It's what made you good at this job, you noticed everything. In the same way, Lee noticed everything.

You’d been warned, by the secretary, librarian, half the hospital, that Lee wasn’t a good man. A drunk, a fighter, someone who loved power. He had a reputation in town, and was known to deal with unsavory people. That dealt with drugs, sex trade, and other unsheriff-like things. Apparently, that was what had led to his wife leaving him.

There were worse things. That was your first thought. A fucked up thought; but you'd been with worse, much worse.

Power was intoxicating. Anyone who goes into law enforcement, not craving power, is lying to themselves. As for dealing with unsavory people, at least he knew who they were and had a leash on what they did. Was he really all that bad? He could be worse.

Lee came out of the door grabbing his coat, barking your name. “Com’ on. Let's go for a patrol.”

You didn't reply, just closed your report and grabbed your jacket and hat. Before double checking you had your gear. Then following him out into the parking lot. It was chilly outside. You tugged a scarf around your neck, mittens forgotten on your desk. Lee opened your door, barely making eye contact before going around to his own door. Sharp words at the tip of your tongue, about not needing a gentleman. Instead, you just slide onto the creaky seats and close the door. 

“Where we heading?” You ask, shifting in the seat as he takes off down a main street. Expecting him to go towards the twenty-four-hour dinner, or the strip club. 

“Just wanna take a look at the new development, just on the outskirts.” He says smoothly, like that was normal. 

The development wasn’t anything exciting, it was barely a development, half a dozen Stepford like homes in a neat little cul-de-sac. Developers promised to build more once these were filled. It was as low crime as could be, the place was locked up, the worst that could happen was some vandalism. The chance of that happening New Year's eve was low, even for here. 

Lee drove over there, you glancing out the window at the various Christmas lights still decorating the houses. One had a whole jesus in the manger set up on their front lawn. Others were just dark, it was around 11 pm, so seeing someone out would be more suspicious than not seeing anyone. 

They passed through a couple of empty lots that had been laid out for more cul-de-sacs. They’d left a lot of larger trees making the place feel more remote than it was. Lee drove right in, sitting you both in the middle of the space. No one would see the cuisier unless they came down the road. This should make you nervous, your boss driving you to a remote part of town, in the middle of the night. 

Your fingers rub over each other, trying to get some circulation into them. From the corner of your eye, you can see Lee watching you. He was always watching you. It felt different this time, not as clinical.

He reaches over and turns up the heat without being asked, music off. He was never a big radio guy. The clink of the cop radio landing on the dash as he shifts in his seat, leather jacket squeaking against the leather seats. You don’t say anything; he was the one that took you here. You're half expecting him to shoot you, or tell you he needs you to do a drug run. 

“Why you come all the way out "ere to be a deputy?” Lee asks, his arm draping over the back of the seat, his hand almost touching the back of your neck. 

You shrug, “Same reason anyone moves to Bumfuck, Ohio.”

He lets out a small chuff that could almost be a laugh. “Exactly. No one moves to Ohio. So why?”

Your tongue pushes against the back of your teeth, trying to find words to explain why. “I needed somewhere that no one would know me. Or know my family. I wanted to be judged by who I am, rather than where I came from.”

“And being a female deputy, in an all male field?” Lee pushes, there is no venom in his words, just curiosity. It's straight up unlike him, usually he was happy to poke fun at your choices and lifestyle.

“Not sure. Runs in the family.” You try to keep the tone easy. What you want to say is that it's a giant fuck you to your Dad.

His finger barely brushes over the edge of your jacket, almost like he is testing to see if you’d notice. You want to lean into it, which is stupid, he was your fucking boss, your superior. Be a great look, bending over for him, first female deputy gets hired cause she's banging her boss.

“Yeah, I looked in on your family. Your Daddy is something,” He drawls, which shouldn't make heat pool in your lower stomach. “Sheriff, councilman, mayor, sitting congressman, real politician that one.”

“You ran a background check on me?” You look over at him, his blue eyes finding yours. Still blue even in the dark of the night. Hating how handsome you found him. Sharp jaw, clean cut haircut, a little soft in the middle. Unable to stop your mind from wandering to things less than professional.

It was his turn to shrug, “I background check everyone.”

The two of you stared at the other for a moment, “Sounds a like you did a bit more digging into my background.”

“Not a lot of women would want to be a deputy. Much less work here.” He says, his eyes going over your face, the cruiser suddenly feeling much smaller and warmer. 

“I am not most women,” Was the only thing you could come up with. “Besides, I like this job.”

He looks away, looking out the front window, staring at one of the houses. “You're good at it. Put the rest of them to shame.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.” You say quietly, not expecting that from him. Not even rememberinf the last time someone had praised you. Hating that it made your cheeks pink.

“Lee, is fine. Not like anyone else is here.” Lee replies, his hand comes up and the back of his knuckles run across your cheek.

You should pull back, not lean in, not want him to keep touching you. This is wrong, so wrong. You're supposed to be setting an example, not giving in. It's been so long, since anyone has touched you, and you'd be lying if you hadn't thought about it. About him. What it feel like to be under him, on top, being taken from behind? You have to force yourself not squirm on the creaky seats.

“Why are we out here?” You ask, words barely audible, trying to find an excuse to keep from doing something stupid.

He points out the window at one of the finished houses. “That one's mine. Or at least I thought it would be. Not sure now.” His eyes glaze a little, emotion that he isn't letting go of. “Wanted a lot of things. Thought a nice new house would fix my marriage. She still left.”

You don't know what to say. Lee wasn't exactly one to spill emotions to anyone, much less to you. It pulled at the few soft spots you had left, he was just as alone as you were.

“Been living in this big empty house for months.” Lee continues, lighting a cigarette. He passes to you, you take a drag before handing it back. “Was surprised you took this shift.” Clicking his tongue as he takes another drag. “Do you want to come in?”

Your mouth opens and closes several times. “We're still on shift?” As he hands the cigarette back to you. It's weirdly intimate sharing the smoke between you.

“I am still the Sheriff.” Lee huffs and turns off the car. Taking another drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out.

You don't wait to follow him, getting out of the cruiser and walking to the door. Looking around the small neighborhood. 

“Don't worry, no one else has moved in yet.” Lee tosses over his shoulder as he opens the door.

You follow him inside, surprised to find the space warm and power on. Lee shuffles off his coat and hangs his hat, you do the same. Your brain is spinning in circles. Why the hell had he brought you here? What were you doing?

He flicks on a few lights and you follow him into the home. It still smells like paint, the living room you pass is empty. A set of stairs across from it leads upstairs, behind that is a kitchen and dining room. It's as sparse as the rest of the place. The kitchen is mostly bare except for a pile of washed dishes and a dining table with four chairs. It all could have come with the place, it was almost sterile. 

“I haven't gotten around to furnishing it,” Lee states, no sadness in his voice, just a fact of life. 

“You could stop taking the extra shifts.” You reply, accepting the beer he hands to you from the fridge. “Or find someone to help with it. Lucy is always dropping off goodies for you. Seems to have an eye for you.”

Lee’s brows go up as he sips on his own beer. “Not interested in Lucy.”

“Not your type, Lee?" You can't help the teasing tone, as you take a drink from the beer.

He sighs, “not interested in’er. I am curious about someone else.” You look at him, leaning against the counter. Picture of casualty, his white shirt stretched across his frame, tie loose. Eyes flowing over your form, beer going up to his full lips.

A part of you wants to hide, to tuck yourself away. The way he was looking you over was anything but subtle. He'd invited you into his house, his new house, tucked away from anyone. If Lee tried to do anything, no one would know; he was physically much bigger and stronger than you. Despite all your training, you doubt you could outmaneuver him. Another part of you wanted him to do something. To be the first to move and snap the tension that had been building between you both all evening.

“Who do you got your eye on, Lee?” You can't help how your lips wrap around his name. Similar to how they wrap around the bottle. How many times had you moaned his name with your face buried in pillows, fingers pushing inside?

He moves forward, the same way a cat would move towards a mouse. You feel the counter behind you, the smooth stone pushing against your back. Swallowing you look up at him, his big body easily covering your own.

“Who do you think, Sweets.” Lee drawls, the vowels dripping with honey. There was no question in his voice.

You couldn’t help licking your lips, beer clinking against the counter. His eyes follow the movement of your tongue before flicking back up to your eyes. The heat of his body felt through your clothes. 

“Never called me 'Sweets' before,” You breath out. “A name you save for the girls you like?”

Lee puts his beer bottle down beside yours, placing both his hands on either side of you. His face is level with yours. 

“Don't deflect, I've seen how you look at me. How you take any extra shifts that line up with mine. Fresh coffee in the pot. Cruiser always clean.” He points out all the little details you thought had gone unnoticed. Embarrassment flooded your face. “Going well above the call of the job, dontcha think?” 

You just nodded your head, stunned into silence. A grin spread across his face, wicked in a way that should have made your stomach drop. Instead, it just added fuel to the fire. His big hand came up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Head tipped like he was going to go for your neck. Finger pads running along your jaw to tip your head up. Clicking his tongue as your face went red.

“Got you stunned into silence,” He mocks, “Didn’t think that could even happen. Always got something to add, to say, most of the time you’re right too. Confident, I’d say cocky, but you don’t have one of those.” 

The breath stolen out of your chest, body locked up, your throat working to get enough saliva to speak. “Didn’t know you paid so much attention, Lee.”

The man leans closer, his nose running along your cheek. “I’ve been paying attention to you, since you walked in the front door in a suit with an attitude.” His tongue darts out and licks up the side of your neck, you shiver, not out of fear. “Knew you’d be sweet. Couldn’t rush you, stubborn woman like you need patience and time.”

“That why you brought me out here?” You ask, trying hard not to move and thread your fingers into his hair. To kiss him, and let him take you right here on the counter. 

Lee chuckles, kissing along where his tongue went, your hands finally leaving your side to card up into his hair. Feeling him lean into the touch, humming as he grabs your face. Your eyes go wide, as he leans down to kiss you. It’s not soft, there is no gentleness in the way he bites and sucks at your lips. 

His large body cages you in place, the counter biting into your back. One hand cups the back of his head, the other grabs onto his shoulder as he pushes your legs apart. A whimper leaves you as he pushes himself between your legs, stomach pressing against yours, the hardness not hidden behind his slacks. You bite at this tongue, making him grunt as his hand fists in your hair, dragging you in the direction he wants you to go. 

“Was going to have my way with you,” He pulls back and looks down at your body, watching your breasts move as you pant. “Wanted to know if you’d let me. Or would you put up a fight?”

You bite your lip, wondering if he would have let you walk away if you said no? Something told you he wouldn't have, would have taken what he wanted. 

“Do you want me to fight back?” You breathe out, watching the way his eyes flick up to you. They’d gone from blue to almost black in a fraction of a second. 

Lee doesn’t look away, “Yes,” It's almost a whisper, a promise, a secret exposed. 

Not letting the words settle, your hand that was against his chest pushes hard. Lee seemed to expect this and pushes back, the hand in your hair pulling hard making you let out a cry. Your legs are already spread apart, one leg wraps around his as you push again trying to get him to topple over. He just laughs, hands moving from your hair to your legs and lifting you with ease. Your back slams onto the counter with a thud, making you wince. His much larger hands move quickly to grab your wrist, cuffs off his belt in a practice motion. The metal clicks around your wrist tight enough that it will leave a bruise. 

It doesn’t stop you from trying to kick and squirm away from him. Lee uses his size to his advantage and flips you onto your front, grabbing and dragging your wrists behind your neck. You groan and cuss at him. Which prompts laughter to escape from him, as he leans forward and takes a deep breath behind your ear. 

“Fuck, you smell good,” Lee growls, free hand pawing at your pants. “I know you’re going to be soaked once I get these off.”

You whimper and keep trying to fight, the cuffs digging into your hands as you feel your duty belt get dropped on the floor. Button on your pants being popped open as he grinds himself against your ass. 

“Should have known,” You try and squirm away, the fight is half-assed, but you keep up with the role-play. “You’d be into someone almost half your age.”

Lee chuckles as he pushes your pants down, giving a tug on your wrist making you whimper. “Says the girl who ran from her Daddy.”

He kicks your feet wide, fingers going down between them. Your breath hitches, his fingers are rough as he grazes over your folds, you try not to push towards them. The need to fight is gone as he circles your clit. Lee’s lips pressed against the shell of your ear. 

“You're so wet,” He hushes, “Is this what you’ve wanted?” Rubs his clit between two of his thick fingers, you bite your lip, unable to stop the moan. “Wanted me to bend you over, and play with you.”

You try to buck back as he continues to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck Lee, goddman asshole.”

He slaps your ass for moving, making you shudder, your body spasming as he runs a finger down your core and slips one inside you. Your eyes go wide as you gasp, the slick side of the digit making you clamp down around him. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you,” Lee leans down and bits at your side, leaving a deep bruise on your side. “Going to fill you up so good you’ll never want anyone else.”

Thrashing more, Lee grabs the cuffs and yanks, making you gasp as he slips another finger in at the same time. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He groans, as you keep squirming, your mouth falling open as he works you like he would a weapon. “I know how much you want this. Soft, wet, whore for me to fuck.”

You swear you don’t mean to push back as he thrusts in, but your mind is already starting to melt as heat pools low in your back. He keeps working you until you're so close you could scream. Then he stops and you howl. 

“No, no, please,” You whine, you’d be embarrassed in any other situation, but your clit is twitching with lack of attention right now. 

Lee’s hand hits your ass several times making you squeal and whimper. “Not cuming until I am inside you. Beg for it.”

You grit your teeth not wanting to give in, but he just smacks your ass again. The more you hesitate the more he spanks you, to the point you wonder if you’ll be able to sit tomorrow. Tears are forming at the corners of your eyes as he grabs your ass and squeezes it in his large hands 

“Come on, tell your Daddy how much you want him to fuck you.” Lee cusses at you, the filthy words running down your neck. 

“Pease,” You chock out, ready to fall to your knees if it means he will finally fuck you. “Please, Lee. Please fuck me.”

“Not Lee,” He hisses, yanking on the cuffs, you can hear him undoing his pants. Lee’s fat cock is rubbing against where you’re unbearably sensitive. 

The word is on your tongue, but some stubborn part of you still doesn’t want to say it. Not wanting to admit just how much it turns you on. Even though you’re bent over his counter with your ass in the air practically sobbing for him. 

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” You finally say, it’s so soft that you barely hear it.

Lee takes this personally and slaps your ass again so hard you let out a scream. “Louder, you dirty slut.”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” You finally yell, and he takes no time to push his thick cock inside in one dirty thrust. “Oh my god.”

Your breath is knocked out of you, the burn making the tears finally fall across your cheeks. You'd swear he was hitting your lungs with how deep he was. Whimpering your whole body goes still, his hands gripping your hips. You can feel his stomach against your back, the way his tie rubs against your skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Sweerts.” Lee groans as he rocks his hips, your hands clench and pull at the cuffs. “Know it's a lot, but you look so good. Wish you could see how your pussy pulls and stretches around my cock.” 

A moan escapes you as he starts up a slow pace, and fuck are you going to feel this tomorrow. His cock was dragging at every sensitive spot, and you didn’t know you could take so much. The head of his cock pushes against your cervix, making you see stars as you push back against him. 

“So big. Oh god, Lee,” You whine, as he starts to fuck harder into you. “Yespleasemore.”

He moans, spanking your ass which makes you squeeze impossibly tighter around him. The pace is almost punishing, and yet you can feel your orgasm building again. Body shaking with each shutter. Lee grabs the cuffs lifting your chest off the counter. He lets go so that he can take both hands, sliding them under your shirt, and squeezing your breasts. You stand on tiptoes so that he doesn’t slip out, if he could even slip out. Rough hands palming at your nipples, as he kisses and sucks along your neck. 

“Fuckin perfect,” He praises as his hips snap, fingers pulling at your nipples. “Going to fill you up so good, going to be dripping. Take you here on every shift and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

You nod your head, tipping your neck to the side so he can lick and suck at the skin there. 

“You want that don’t you?” Lee mutters as one hand keeps playing with your nipples, the other going lower to press against your stomach. You look down to see a visible bulge there, a moan escaping you. 

“Tell me,” He presses against where his cock is. “Tell me you want that. Want to be my plaything, my little cum whore.”

You know if you don’t answer he’ll slap your ass, mouth opening and closing. “Yesyesyes, I’ll be yours. I’ll do what you want. Pleaseplease.”

His hand moves lower and your body jerks hard as he presses against your clit. “That’s it, know you’re close.” Lee sets a punishing pace that verges on overstimulation as he rubs at your clit. “Come for me, come for your Daddy.”

Eyes rolling back you're pretty sure you’re going to black out as waves of pleasure start to roll through you. He doesn’t ease up and it keeps going as he keeps fucking into you. You aren’t sure when your legs give out, but Lee’s big hands grab your hips and steady you. Nothing stops him from fucking into you until he is groaning your name into your ear. His cock is twitching as hot spurts of cum fill you until it’s dripping down your thighs. 

Bodies spent you collapse onto the counter, cool stone against your cheek. His body pressed against yours, it’s weirdly comforting to feel him against you. You feel his hands rub at your hips, as he kisses the back of your neck. 

“Wasn’t sure you were capable of being sweet,” You tease, trying to catch your breath. 

Lee eases up, slowly letting himself slide out of you. You grimace at the sting, just enough to remind you that you will be feeling this for the next several days. 

“I am capable of a lot of things.” He kisses your shoulder and moves over to the kitchen. You can’t move yet, your legs still shaking. 

A warm towel hits your skin, and you flinch, Lee’s hand steadying you as he keeps cleaning you up. Once done, he tosses the towel into the sink before helping you get dressed. Once dressed he picks you up and puts you on the counter. Large hand cupping your chin, he leans in and kisses you. 

You push back against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he slots himself between your legs. Tongues pushing against each other, exploring in a near gentle way. 

“Happy New Year,” You murmur, which just makes him laugh his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“Happy New Year,” Lee says, kissing you back. 

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The radio crooned as Lee pulled his cruiser into the drugstore parking lot. Killing the engine he jumped out and walked around to your door where he could see you waiting patiently with a happy smile on your face as he opened the door and you accepted his offered hand.

‘When she touched my hand… what a chill I got.’

Every time he held your hand it always felt the same. Soft warmth of your fingers followed by chills that multiplied the longer you held on and an emptiness whenever you let go. Lee held on firmly treasuring the touch as you excitedly led him inside. The owners and a few customers greeted you both cheerfully. It was clear the plan was working since word had obviously spread that you two were a couple. Thankfully it seemed Morton’s poisoned words that you were fast and easy were ignored. But that shuckster was itchin’ for a switchin’.

“Slow down, it's not a drag.” Lee laughed as you tugged him to the candy display. “What’s got you so jazzed?”

“I know you love those candies but I wanted you to try my favourite.” Lee watched as you ripped open some of the brightly coloured paper straws before tilting your head back slightly and tipping the powder into your mouth. A little dusted the curve of your lip. 

“You missed a bit, Pixy.”

Your eyes rounded with surprise then warmed at the nickname he’d given you. When your tongue darted out to lick it away his fingers shook as he took one of the straws for himself. Flavour exploded on his tongue.

“Neato.”