JOSIE
Well, that was unexpected. Kenneth Benson can fuck like an animal. And his conscience is even bigger than his cock, which is giant to begin with. Quite honestly, more than I anticipated, and now I can add another complex to the lengthy list—a big dick complex. I’ve heard it existed but never seen one before in real life.
I think he ruined me forever.
Feeling his cum dripping down my thighs because Sheriff ripped my panties off, I decide to go take a shower in the trailer. But halfway out the door, I change my mind. I’ll wear the remaining proof of the carnal coupling of two people with insane chemistry (because I don’t know what else to call it) as a badge of honor for a few more minutes. In case bears come barging in.
I saw the exact moment Sheriff came down from the high, and the thousands of little wheels started spinning in his head. He has a hero complex, filled with a good boy complex, topped with a big dick complex. One might think the latter would negate the former two, but in reality, it just intensifies his desire to make everything perfect. A creature, given a cock like that, would want everything around him in perfect order to match the perfection unfairly given to him by the universe.
No matter how much he barks about my assumption being false, I know I’m right. It’s not easy to carry so much on someone’s shoulders (and between one’s legs, apparently). Eventually anyone would snap, so one needs some sort of release.
It’s pretty natural that he’s a control freak between the sheets. Some powerful people like to be dominated in bed, but I always sensed Kenneth was zaddy. Too strong-willed and too powerful to allow anyone control over him.
A shudder runs through my body when I remember how he pressed me into the table. My cheeks heat up at the thought of how I reacted. I could yell‘I’ve tried it all’all I want, but I’ve never done anything so animalistic. Yes, I’d had good sex with decent orgasms, mostly with the help of certain toys. Well, I thought it was good until now.
Now my perspective has changed, and Sheriff Benson is to blame. One might think spending the last few years in New York would introduce a person to everything that is out there, but it turns out one needs to go to Maine to see it all. I mean, I’ve heard all roads lead to Maine, and it must be for good reason.
When the truck outside starts, I run to the window to discreetly check on Sheriff. He’s sitting in his cruiser, staring ahead. I can see his unmoving hands tightly gripping the wheel. Typical. There must be so many thoughts running through that perfect, big head of his.
I sigh, feeling a tiny bit bad for him—this ‘everything-must-be-perfect-including-my-consciousness’ complex won’t let him sleep tonight for sure. There’s nothing I can do about that though. I made sure to point out that it’s normal to have sex if both participants are willing, no matter how rough it is, but I bet he’s creating a horror story in that big brain of his, picturing me upset and unwilling. On the other hand, I will see no dreams tonight since I’ll be dead in bed after the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
When he finally drives off, I decide to go to the trailer. While he was still here, I wanted to pretend that I’d go about my business of fixing the table, like this best sex of my life was just another Tuesday. But I have zero energy to even blink, let alone move my arms.
Taking a quick shower, I climb into a bed that must have seen so much throughout the years, and fall asleep, thinking how cool it would be to add more to the list.
* * *
Morning comes with the sort of soreness I don’t remember feeling for a long time, and memories cloud my mind the moment I open my eyes. I remember his strong body holding mine. His corded, powerful arms wrapped around me. And his lips—
Wait a minute. We didn’t do much kissing. Such a shame. Sheriff has nice lips, and I bet he’d use them better on things other than droning on and on about his stupid duties. I wish we could have continued our exploration of each other, but he got spooked. I remember how fast he rushed toward the door and how nicely his bubble butt flexed as he ran from his sin. Which was me, apparently.
My pussy clenches, remembering how well he used this butt to piston inside me. Another clench. I sigh and pull the vibrator out of the tiny nightstand. Closing my eyes, I recall everything that happened the previous evening, and it’s not to keep me going—I don’t need any extra visual stimulation since Sheriff Benson has officially ruined porn for me, replacing the naughtiest movie I’ve ever seen with his image.
When I’m done, I feel better. A bit. My cactus sits on the nightstand looking sad, still not quite recovered from John’s box, watching me with judgment. How bad has my loneliness become if I feel judged by a half-dead cactus?
Taking another quick shower, I make myself a cup of coffee and walk outside. The morning here in the woods is chilly, but I know it’s going to be hot later. I’m losing warm, sunny days while I can’t decide on a contractor for this house.
Sighing, I pull my phone from the pocket of my sweats, find the name, and hit dial.
“Yes,”comes a gruff voice three rings later.
“Jericho?”
“Yes, Ms. Monroe.”
“Josie,” I correct him since we’re about to build a long and wonderful relationship. Hopefully.
“Josie.”I can almost hear a smile in his voice.
“I have to hire you; I don’t have a choice.” Probably not the best way to start a conversation, but he granted me honesty, so I have to return the favor. “But I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do. Please, don’t get offended, but I’d rather put it out there for you to decide.” Silence follows on both ends, and I let him digest the weight of my words. “And please, don’t let me down.”
“I won’t.”It sounds like a declaration of sorts, but it calms my nerves.“And I appreciate your honesty.”
“Good.” My chest becomes lighter. “When can we start?”
“Email me the plans, and I’ll send you my estimate. My crew will be free in two weeks. We can start then if the permits are ready.”
My spirits rise at the timeframe. “I’ll draw the contracts after you send me all the info. The faster it happens, the faster I’ll get the permits.”
