Free For Her Protection: 1 (Personal Protection) by Amber A Bardan Page B

He groaned and cupped her ass, squeezing
it with both hands. “This ass, you have no idea what I’ve dreamed of doing to
this ass.”
    Her body shook at his words, her nipples could have cracked
the desk. Wicked thoughts entered her mind. Things she’d never dared consider,
things that had never entered her mind—kinky things—entered her fantasies. He
ran a hand between her legs and stroked her.
    She groaned, pushed off the desk, wanting him to touch her
properly.
    “Down,” he commanded, slapping her pussy hard, “you’re not
in charge here. You don’t move until I tell you, you don’t come until I say you
can.”
    She choked back a sob, her skin stinging from the slap yet
excited by it. She forced her body flat. His fingers moved between her lips,
probing, then slid up to circle her clit. She gasped at the sensation pulsing
through her core and turned to rest her forehead against the glass.
    “So wet for me.”
    He circled her bundle of nerves until the muscles in the
backs of her thighs felt as if they would snap. Her hips ached to move, to buck
but she didn’t dare.
    “I bet you could come in a few strokes.”
    He suddenly pressed down, giving her a few hard swipes over
her engorged nub. Her nerves shot with pleasure and inched toward explosion.
Her chest rose from the table with the air she gulped. Then his fingers were
gone, once more kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.
    She knew he looked at her, looked at her where he shouldn’t.
Need outweighed, outplayed and out-mastered inhibition.
    “But you’re not going to come so easy, are you? You’re going
to wait ’til I say, aren’t you?”
    He pushed two fingers into her entrance—hard. He rocked
inside her, rocked right over a place she didn’t know she had. She brought her
knuckles to her mouth, a silent scream parting her lips.
    Her mind dissolved, floated into white space. Then his
fingers were gone again and his hand came down on the soft flesh of her bottom
with a snap. Her chest shook.
    “Won’t you?” he demanded.
    “Yes, yes I will,” she swore.
    His fingers returned, driving into her, seeking out the
hidden places inside her and commanding them. Muscles in her abdomen, her back,
her chest, her skin curled, contracted, guttural moans wrung their way out of
her. He pounded her with two long fingers, like no fingering she’d ever had.
This wasn’t that—this wasn’t foreplay—this was a fuck.
    He withdrew from her and she butted her forehead against the
desk, her hands curling against her cheeks.
    “You ready to come now, kitten?”
    “Yes please. Please, Connor, just yes.”
    She wasn’t sure she’d made sense but he caressed her again,
gently around her clit, too gently to tip her over the edge. Sweat coated her
skin, she wanted to cry, wanted to come.
    He pushed back into her and she sank her teeth into the skin
of her hand hard enough to sting. His fingers rocked in her pussy and his thumb
slipped up behind, pressed against her puckered rear entrance. Her whole body
jerked and she pushed up off her elbows.
    “Down,” he growled, “do you want me to stop?”
    His fingers moved against the spongy center of pleasure
inside her and his thumb gently pulsed against her ass. Sensation ravaged her,
she could barely form words. Sweat ran from her cheek down to her lips.
    “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
    He picked up speed and she gave a low moan.
    “I want you to give it all up, Charlize. Say this pussy is
mine. Tell me this pussy is mine.”
    “It’s yours, Connor. My pussy is yours,” she cried.
    He made a growling sound and hammered her with his fingers.
His other hand moved between her legs from the front and stroked her clit. The
world shrank, imploded. Her vision blurred and she spasmed. Her body shook, her
forehead rattled against the desk. Strangled noises that somehow sounded
distant crawled out of her.
    She sagged, the world swirled. His fingers slowed, became a
soothing caress inside and out as her