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  His chest bumped against her back and hips as he leaned down to check her legs.

  She was glad she had extra padding in that area, because his vest was not the least bit soft.

  Her breath hitched when his hands encircled her ankles and forced her legs to spread open. Her skirt, ending just below her knees, allowed for a little movement. As the sheriff ran his hands up the insides of her legs, he forced the skirt higher.

  A cool evening breeze drifted up her bare legs and teased the edges of the skirt.

  The sheriff stood before his hands hit higher than mid-thigh. He ran his hands up her back.

  A shiver worked up her spine when she realized his spread hands stretched from one side to the other. His thumbs ran up her spine as his pinkies rubbed the outside of her rib cage, and she wasn’t a small woman. His hands were huge, and it made her girly parts do more than tingle.

  His hands skimmed across her shoulders and checked the collar of her shirt before running down her shoulder blades and under her arms.

  She twitched a little as his fingers ran over her arm pits. Geez, she hated that she was ticklish. All thoughts of laughing died as he palmed her breasts and gently squeezed. Her brain froze as her breath halted in her chest.

  “Carson…” Sarah tried to object, but his name came out as a breathless whisper. She actually whimpered when his fingers tightened around her nipples, pulling on them even through her shirt and bra.

  “I have to tell you your rights now. You have the right to remain silent.” His hands squeezed a little harder, pressing upward on her breasts. One hand loosened and began unfastening her button-down shirt.

  “What are you…”

  “Hands on the bar!” he snapped, pressing his chest against her back.

  He had to be looking down her cleavage from over her shoulder, even with her five-feet-eight frame and three-inch heels,

  “You will stand still unless otherwise instructed, for your safety as well as mine. If you fail to comply, I will handcuff you while I continue this search.”

  She stilled and gripped the roll bar tighter. Both of his hands now dipped inside her bra and, running under her breasts, felt for something. Probably weapons, which was ridiculous.

  Her shirt had been pulled out of the front waistband of her skirt and was completely open by now.

  He gently pulled her breasts from her bra cups. His fingers were calloused and slightly rough as they glided over her breasts, causing her breath to catch as the fingertips brushed against her nipples before moving on. He started to lower his hands along her ribs.

  “What the hell….” Sarah reached down to cover back up when his fingers wrapped around her wrists like steel. Once she was still, he slipped both of her wrists to one hand.

  “I told you to stand still, ma’am. Now I’m going to have to cuff you.”

  When she heard the snick of his handcuffs opening, she struggled in earnest. She reared back against his chest and attempted to stomp on his foot. “You can’t do this! I’ve got—” Once again Sarah tried to argue, but the damn sheriff just pushed his weight against her back, forcing her to bend over the seat of her Jeep.

  “Ma’am, I’ve asked you repeatedly to hold still and remain quiet. I’m placing these handcuffs on you for your own protection. Please cooperate.”

  She felt the cool metal of the handcuffs around one wrist before she heard it snick closed.

  He wrapped one arm around her, brought her upright, and then grabbed her wrists. Slipping her left arm through the steering wheel, he handcuffed her other wrist.

  When Sarah looked down, she saw that she was handcuffed through the steering wheel with her hands on the seat.

  “Really? You think I’m such a danger that you need to do this?” She gave an experimental tug on the cuffs, already knowing it was futile. She also refused to admit her panties were now soaked through. No matter her thoughts on how the sheriff was handling this stop, he was a hot eyeful of male. Another shiver worked its way down her spine, and her nipples tightened even more as she thought of the bulge she’d felt against her butt when he’d forced her down onto the seat.

  “You are being an uncooperative suspect. I have the right to protect myself and others. Now, where was I?” Carson hummed before continuing. Running his hands over her head, he investigated the bun she had tucked her hair into for the meeting. Pulling off the elastic band and throwing it in the floor mat, he released her bun, and her long brown hair fell around her shoulders creating a curtain around her face.

  “You have the right to remain silent. I suggest you take that advice. You never know who might be around.” He was running his fingers through her hair and massaging her scalp.

  She closed her eyes in bliss; she always hated putting up her hair. The weight of it always caused her mild headaches.

  She groaned involuntarily as the sheriff pushed his hips tight against her butt. A thick ridge rubbed against the crease of her ass, letting her know just what she would have to do to get out of this traffic stop.

  “Does that mean you give up the right to remain silent? Because I must warn you that anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

  Sarah bit her lip and pushed back against the rigid pole that strained his uniform pants.

  Sheriff Carson once again ran his hands down her back and, taking a half step back, continued down over her buttocks. Very slowly his hands each grabbed a cheek and squeezed firmly, moved an inch or two to the sides and squeezed again.

  “I haven’t found any weapons yet, but I haven’t checked everywhere.” With those words, his hands slid down her outer thighs, gripped the hem of her skirt and started inching it up her legs. “You have the right to an attorney. Although I think we can come up with a way for you to perform community service instead of taking this to court.” His fingers brushed against her thighs as he pushed the hem above her buttocks.

  Once again, Sarah groaned, her nerves being stretched taut. She didn’t know if it was from the thought of what was happening, the fact that anyone driving down the road could now see her almost-naked ass, or sexual desire.

  Suddenly, a loud crack rent the air a split second before pain hit her right buttock. A small scream escaped her as she realized he had spanked her. No way!

  “You assho…ooowww… asshole!” Another smack, only this time on her left buttock.

  “I told you to behave and be silent.” His hand rubbed her hot buttocks.

  She determined right then and there she would no longer wear thongs. She wasn’t sold on them in the first place, but now she really didn’t like them!

  She felt a bump just before his booted foot nudged her feet wider. In mortification, she closed her eyes. She could picture what she looked like, standing on the side of the road with her boobs hanging out of her shirt, skirt around her waist, and her chunky butt on display for all the world to see.

  As his fingers ran up the inside of her thighs toward her crotch, the sheriff continued. “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Although, I think in your case, if you don’t perform your community service in an effective manner, the district attorney might find something you can do with his legal briefs. Take dictation or something to pay your legal fees. Do you understand these rights?”

  He had asked her something, but she didn’t know what. His fingers toyed with her clit through the wet fabric of her underwear. One hand gripped her naked hip while his right hand rubbed a circular pattern over her clit, making thought process impossible.

  A soft smack against her pussy brought her back to the present. “Carson….”

  His left hand released her hip only to grip a handful of hair and pull up her head. “Do. You. Understand. These. Rights? I need an answer, ma’am.”

  “Yes.” She meant to say it forcefully and rudely. But her answer came out as a breathless groan.

  “You are awfully wet down here, ma’am. Have you used lube to conceal something in your vagina? I’ll have to
do a cavity search.” His fingers pushed aside her panties and plunged into her pussy.

  She couldn’t help but gasp and try to catch her breath. He had to have shoved three fingers into her, and his fingers felt huge. He slowly rotated his hand, fingers stroking and causing havoc with her nerve endings.

  She arched her back and tried to rock back onto his fingers.

  His grip tightened around her hair, and he grunted. “Don’t move, or I’ll have to further restrain you.” His fingers started surging in and out while his thumb began a gentle circular rub that brushed her clit without the pressure she needed.

  Her fingers convulsed, then tightened down on the edge of her Jeep’s seat.

  The sounds of the night faded as his fingers picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her pussy with a wet sound. She lost all sense of time and place as she leaned forward more, resting her forehead on the seat. Sarah felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers as a mini-orgasm shot through her system. Before she could come down from that little high, another sharp smack sounded, and pain shot through her butt again. This time, the pain morphed into a shot of lust and went straight to her clit.

  She realized his fingers were gone, and he was rubbing them over the place he’d just smacked. “You will learn to listen, or you will be doing community service for a long, long time. Ms. Smith, I’m still not quite sure if you have something hidden or not, so I’ll have to use other means to determine my safety.” His hand released her hair, and his weight temporarily left her hips.

  Before she could look over her shoulder, his weight was back. His hands tightened on her hips and pulled up, forcing her to stand on tiptoe, even in her heels. His uniform pants still scratched her thighs and hips, but his hot naked flesh probed at her pussy. His cock felt too big to fit, but he continued to probe and push for entry. One hand left her hip and guided the head of his cock into her opening. Even with just the head inside her, she could tell he would stretch her to the limit—he was that big.

  When his hand returned to her hip, his fingers tightened down even harder, and he pulled her hips backwards as his hips snapped forward.

  With a ragged groan, Sarah dropped her head onto the seat of the Jeep and tried to catch her breath. He was only in her part of the way, and she didn’t know if she could take any more.

  “Carson…” she started to say something, whether to beg him to stop or keep going she didn’t know.

  Carson pulled his hips back a little then snapped them forward while jerking her back again. This time, he didn’t stop until his hips were snug against her buttocks.

  Sarah let out a small ragged moan even as the sheriff groaned deep in his chest.

  “You are so tight, Ms. Smith. I don’t see how you could hide anything here, but I need to make sure.”

  With those words, he set up a pounding rhythm that caused her to see stars behind her eyelids with every stroke in.

  The uniform pants were a scratchy rub against her thighs and buttocks while the leather of his belt scraped against the top of her butt cheeks when he swiveled his hips. In, out, in, swivel. In, out, in, out, in, out, swivel. He varied his pace and his rhythm but always kept the strokes forceful and his fingers clenching on her hips. She’d have bruises there later, but his forceful grip felt so good. She heard him moan softly as he edged just a bit deeper on one stroke.

  Her chest was heaving as she tried to rock backwards toward the sheriff. Her breath stopped completely when he slapped her right hip.

  “You need to stay still, ma’am.”

  He kicked her feet farther apart, reached down and pulled up her right leg until her foot was on the step-bar. This opened her farther for him, and he started powering in and out, dragging his hard cock through her folds.

  Her muscles quivered, trying to hold him inside as an orgasm built higher and higher. The sensation was like a spring tightening down, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. She knew when that tension released, she’d probably pass out.

  His cock was hard and bottomed out on each stroke. The head bumped against her cervix on every stroke, a tingle of pain adding to the pleasure he gave her. He uttered a small grunt as he surged in, sweat drops falling onto her arm from his exertion.

  “So tight. Need to…” He grunted again as he leaned over her back, pressing her chest into the seat leather. One arm curved under hers, and his hand gripped her shoulder while he wound the fingers of his other hand into her hair.

  His strokes became shorter and, impossibly, more forceful as he strove to bring her to orgasm. She felt the seat giving under their combined weight as he pulled back on her hair.

  “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Ms. Smith. A very bad girl.”

  Her nerves tightened as her nipples rubbed back and forth on the leather seat. They had gotten hard and distended from hanging in the night air without his attention. Now his every move made them scratch against the leather, teasing them and making her groan.

  He pulled her hair just a tad harder, forcing up her head. “You need to come for me, Ms. Smith. You need to come now.”

  As he said now, his other hand reached around, and his thumb and finger clamped down on her clit, releasing the spring inside.

  Sarah screamed, the orgasm releasing tension she didn’t even know she had. Her pussy clamped down on Carson’s cock as he pushed himself as deep as he could. She felt his cock twitch as he groaned into her ear. His Stetson fell into the floor board.

  Sarah felt as if she were floating down from the starlit sky as she became aware of reality again. The sheriff was slumped over her back and from the sounds she heard, his breathing was as ragged as hers. His chest pumped like billows against her back, and his hot breath stirred the cotton of her shirt.

  As she caught her breath, the sheriff took one big deep gulp and stood, still buried inside her.

  He placed a palm in the center of her back and told her to stay put.

  She didn’t know where she would go, between being handcuffed to the steering wheel and having just had the mother of all orgasms. She tried to drum up her anger from earlier, about how he was handling the traffic stop, but she just couldn’t find it. She snorted in her mind. He had fucked her mad away.

  Carson groaned as he gently pulled out.

  Sarah shivered as another tremble wracked her body. He had felt so good, had filled her up, and now she felt empty. She felt a tug and realized the sheriff was tearing off her underwear.

  But then he gently cleaned her pussy, placing a kiss on her left buttock and asked in a low, gentle tone, “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Sir,” she whispered.

  The sheriff gently bit her butt cheek before pulling down her skirt.

  She heard a rustle of fabric, and then felt his hands take hold of her wrists.

  The handcuffs snapped open, and he drew them away prior to rubbing her wrists.

  Then he pulled her into an upright position still facing the Jeep. “We will consider this your community service, and you did an excellent job. You will not speak to anyone of this matter. Otherwise, next time, I will be much harsher on you. Do you understand, Ms. Smith?”

  Even as he spoke gruffly, he gently placed her breasts back into her bra, buttoning the buttons back up and setting her clothes correctly.

  “No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I do understand.” Sarah climbed into the Jeep on wobbly legs, glad to have somewhere to sit after that mind-blowing orgasm.

  The sheriff reached in and buckled her seat belt for her. “Are you okay to drive the rest of the way home, ma’am?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, then drive safely and stay under the speed limit. Good night, ma’am.” He grinned as he tucked her panties behind his bulletproof vest then stepped back.

  Sarah cranked the Jeep. As she put it in gear, she flipped the sheriff the bird and spun gravel as she pulled back onto the black top. While the sex had been awesome, she didn’t like the fact she had been standing on the side of the road exposed to God only knew who while th
e sheriff got his jollies.

  The lights and siren came on behind her, but she just floored the Jeep, shifting gears.

  Five miles down the road, she pulled into a driveway and parked. As she turned off the ignition, she noticed the sheriff’s hat in the opposite floor board and wondered how it had kept from flying out. She leaned over, picked it up and placed it on her head.

  At that moment, the Sheriff’s SUV pulled in just behind her vehicle.

  She grabbed her purse and stepped out of the Jeep.

  The Sheriff turned off the lights and sirens before he climbed out. “Ms. Smith. I see you didn’t learn your lesson. Now, you can deal with the District Attorney. By the way, I see you took my hat. I’ll add stealing to your list of crimes.”

  Damn his black eyes and deep voice. Her girly parts were tingling again as he swaggered toward her. “Sheriff Carson, I still maintain my innocence. I think I should take my chances with the DA.”

  Sheriff Able Carson’s eyes twinkled even as his lips turned down in a frown. “Ma’am, you cannot verbally abuse an officer of the law. I’ll have to take you to the DA’s home office and see what can be done about that.” As he spoke, he reached up and keyed his radio’s mike. “Unit 1 to Base. Unit 1 is 10-7 for lunch. Will advise when 10-8.”

  “Roger that, Sheriff.”

  Just as Sarah put her hands on her hips to complain, the front door of the house behind her opened, and District Attorney Cain Carson stepped out on the porch. “Hey, Able. What’s going on?”

  “DA Carson, Ms. Smith was caught speeding, resisting law enforcement, verbal assault on an officer, attempted assault on an officer, theft of personal property, and refusal to perform community service.”

  At that, Sarah gasped and started to say something.

  “Ma’am, I’ve warned you before. You have the right to remain silent. Keep whatever you have to say for the DA.” The sheriff gripped her arm and hustled her towards the man on the porch. “She had this contraband on her person.” The sheriff held out her torn panties to the DA.

  Sarah looked up at the exact replica of the sheriff, only he had on dress slacks and a white dress shirt.