Free Taken By The Hero (Hero Romance 2) by Kalena Lyons

still inexperienced. So we started fooling around…” Suddenly, the thought began lighting up her body. She began to feel beads of sweat and burgeoning warmth between her legs. She was looking straight up at Jack, who was recording her the whole time, an utterly impassive look on his face. She remembered Dan had once propositioned recording their sex lives and the thought had utterly repelled her. But here she was, naked in front of an absolute stranger taping her, writhing at the very thought of some boy she hadn’t seen in almost fifteen years. She was not only comfortable but she was irremediably turned on. She decided to come right out and ask Jack.
    “Look,” she said with a slight fluster. “Would you mind if I… touch myself?”
    “Would that make you more comfortable?”
    She nodded, and Jack did so in return. She continued as she began stroking the folds of her sex, already glistening and damp from the strangeness of the morning. “We were fooling around and… I wanted to seem a little worldlier. So I asked him if I could take him in my mouth. I’m not… I’m not usually that forward, but I guess I still had a crush on him. Even though it was night, we had to sort of hide near this covering. There were always joggers around. Anyways, I started sucking him off and… I had never done that before. I didn’t really know what I was doing, and he was really… kind of rough with me. He was calling me all sorts of names, and I began to feel embarrassed. But, I was also really turned on. So as he was… basically using my mouth, all of a sudden we saw this jogger. Maybe twenty feet away, watching us,” she explained between gasps. The thought of Jack recording this for posterity was getting to be too much. She pinched her nipples for him, smiling as she closed her eyes and continued recounting the story.
    “Anyways, he got scared… his dad was a cop… and he zipped up his pants and ran in the opposite direction. He just left me there, drunk and helpless while this jogger just looked at me with the most disgusted look on his face. I was so humiliated,” she paused, gasps pouring out of her as she felt the dampness in her being brought out to the forefront. Her eyes were closed as Jack pressed the pause button on his phone.
    “You forgot the worst part of it,” he said nonchalantly as he leaned over her, rolling her onto her stomach. “The worst part is that you loved every second of it.”
    The words reached right into her. This was the first time she had ever even told this story, and this stranger had gazed right into the depths of her soul. She was left stunned and with at a loss for words. It had taken her a minute to regain her composure; but by that time it was too late.
    The open palm of Jack’s hand stung her ass cheeks with a resounding slap, as he tugged on her matted hair. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but they were less of pain than of gratitude. He spanked her soundly a second time, and then a third, seizing her by the shoulders and forcing her onto her knees on the bed in front of him. She bit her lip as he spanked her a fourth time, using the other hand to softly massage her shoulders. This was the first time she had let a man get away with handling her so roughly, and she felt quivering in his stern hands. She cooed softly as he spanked her, feeling herself grow numb until there was no choice but to submit to him as he pried her legs apart.
    She felt him enter her swiftly, piercing her folds. With each successive thrust, Jack grabbed onto more of her hair, using the strawberry blonde tresses as leverage as he took her from behind. The curve of his prick jutted upwards inside of her, humming with some dim and seemingly hostile energy that was resolved to break down every last one of her barriers. Every trace of her frail ego seemed to melt with the friction… both her vanity and her self-doubt, discarded like so much old confetti, All her fears, all her pettiness, her