For Her Protection-An Alpha Romance(17)

Her hands roamed to his thighs, touching, stroking, and kneading her way  closer to the hand he still used to hold himself. She wanted to be the  one to hold him-to devour him-to make him feel.

His fingers massaged her scalp. "That's it, baby, suck me."

His heavy sack brushed her hand and she moved to it, cupping and  measuring its weight in her palm. He groaned and thrust into her mouth,  far enough to challenge her gag reflex. But she took him in, didn't gag,  forced her muscles to comply, take whatever he gave her. He grasped her  hand and let it replace the one he'd used to hold his shaft, let her  fingers curl around his girth then covered her hand with his. She  stroked him with her fist while taking him with her mouth.

Her fingers only held half of him. She squeezed her thighs and rocked  her hips, her body responding to the idea of this great big thing inside  her. It made sense he'd be big. No man strutted like he did without  having the goods to back it up. And he had them, had enough to justify  his arrogance and then some.

She gasped when his cock left her lips, let air fill her lungs before  she took him back in and pumped him firmly with her hand. Her chest  burned, her jaw strained. Wanting him was an ache upon an ache. Like  being addicted to something that hurts a little-worth the sting for the  rush it delivers. That's what Connor's cock was like.

His thigh stiffened under her free hand and he withdrew from her mouth  completely. She arched her neck and opened her mouth wide, sticking her  tongue out as far as it would go for more.

"Look at you." Connor tugged on her hair and butted the tip of his dick  against her tongue but didn't feed it to her like she wanted. "Do you  have any clue how fucking stunning you are?" He groaned and released her  then tugged her up by the arm. "Shirt off now."         

     



 

Her legs went weak on her but she did what he asked and pulled off her  T-shirt and then her bra. Her breasts fell out, heavier than they'd ever  been, nipples hard as stones. The skin across them tingled. He grabbed  her breasts in his big hands, squeezed them, and rolled his thumbs over  her nipples.

Her head lulled back and his arm circled her waist, held her and she  arched over the security of his embrace. His mouth closed over one  ridged nipple, laving it with his tongue as his free hand tweaked the  other. Pleasure shot between her legs and control swirled out of her  grasp.

The rough scrape of his whiskers against her skin added layer upon layer  of sensation to what was already too much. He moved to the other breast  and gave it equal attention, offering it a light nip with his teeth.

"Oh god please, Connor," she cried.

Her legs gave way and he caught her then hoisted her over his shoulder.  Her bare bottom stuck in the air, his hand resting on it.

"Just remember you asked for this." He smacked her ass-cheek hard enough  to smart then rubbed the spot and carried her to her room.

Her breasts wobbled against his back and blood rushed to her head,  making it spin. He'd thrown her over his shoulder but she reveled in his  barbaric behavior.

Conan the fucking barbarian.

He deposited her on the bed then climbed over her. Her heart beat so  hard the sound rang in her ears. He pushed her thighs apart, dipped  between them, covered her rigid clitoris with his tongue and worked it.  Pleasure hazed her vision, doubled it until the room was only shadows  and light. He drove two fingers into her. Her back arched off the bed.  Too much …  All the freaking teasing had heightened her sensitivity. She  moaned breathlessly, sounding like someone else.

He raised his face and swirled his fingers in her. "Don't come yet."

She grasped the back of his head but his short hair provided little to grip as she urged him down.

"I have to," she screamed.

He rose above her, grabbed the back of her knee and flipped her over.  Her stomach hit the covers and her knees were knocked apart, her hips  drawn back. He palmed her bottom, squeezed her cheeks then pressed one  still-wet finger against her rear entrance. She jerked, clenched her  cheeks and gasped. Her thigh muscles twitched, desperation shaking every  cell. He circled her ass with his damp finger.

"Who's in charge, Charlie?"

She panted and squirmed against his touch, both longing for and dreading  what he'd do next. He pulsed his finger against her but did not enter. A  taboo threat, a subtle promise of a different kind of pleasure-deeper  control.

"Who-tell me who."

His other hand delved under her and stroked her clit, pushing her to the sweet edge.

"You, Connor, you're in charge," she gasped.

He smacked her pussy softly. "And when will you come?"

"When you tell me to," she groaned.

He leaned away from her but she stayed still, pressed her bottom back wantonly.

"Protection, baby?"

"The drawer," she whispered and waited.

The drawer creaked open and he pulled out the box of condoms. The  freaking unopened box she'd never had the chance to use. But as with  every task he tackled, Connor worked efficiently and the wrapper tore  before she had to worry about the wait.

His legs brushed the back of her thighs and she tilted her ass back  against him. The head of his cock ran along her slit, up and over,  nudging her and moving on.

"Is this what you want, baby? Say you want me inside you."

"I want you in me, Connor." She dropped her head onto her forearms and  prayed she didn't sound as desperate to him as she did in her own ears.

He growled softly and turned her again, this time onto her back. She  barely had a chance to blink and he was there-pushing his way into her.

She gave a half-shout. He drove in hard, planted himself to his base  then maneuvered her thighs. Her pussy spasmed around him, pleasure  tinged with a burn. She'd known he was big, measured his thickness in  her palm, between her lips-but this, him stretching her open, filling  her so fully she barely dared to breathe-the strength of these  sensations were something she couldn't have expected.

He stayed still, must have known she needed a chance to adjust to his  intrusion. Pressure filled her abdomen, made her roll her hips. He  touched every corner of her with his girth.

"Now, baby. Now you can come-with me in you."

He withdrew, purposefully but with restraint, then surged back in. Her  muscles tightened, she was so ready and his cock felt as if it was made  to rock against her G-spot.

Moisture flooded her and when he pulled out, he slid with ease. He went  from restrained to unleashed, grasping her hips and tilting her center  to him, pumping into her. She reached out and touched his abs, glorified  in the ridged nuances flexing with each thrust. He scooped up her hands  and pushed them over her head, driving into her savagely. She lay  stretched out beneath him-could do nothing but surrender-give in  completely. Let him fuck every thought out of her head, fuck every  morsel of tension into a ball of electric energy that centered in her  vagina.         

     



 

The grip on her wrists shifted and he grasped her jaw, covered her mouth  with his and kissed her. His tongue stroked her mouth, filled it in the  same delicious rhythm. He consumed her, from fingertips to toes. No  escape. Kissing him, fucking him, breathing him in, and tasting him. Her  vision splintered, her limbs twisted, an orgasm crashed over her.  Pleasure exploded in waves, shook her in its thunderous fist.

She moaned into his mouth, shuddered and convulsed. He ate her cries  with his lips as if he could taste the flavor of her ecstasy. He took  her harder, faster. Pumped into her until new tension buzzed through her  core. He reached between them and touched her clit, forcing that  tension into a sweeter sensation.

The world narrowed, everything else slipping from importance. Nothing  mattered except the energy between them. His gaze on her. He stroked her  clit, using firm, quick strokes, matching the tempo of his cock.  Another orgasm gripped her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and  sank her teeth into his shoulder.

She shook and tasted the scent of soap on his body mingled with the tang  of sweat. He groaned and pushed home, his cock butted her tender cervix  as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his hips still rocking,  wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her.

Finally he stilled but remained inside her. He rolled them onto their  side and pulled her thigh over his hip to hold her close. He breathed  into her hair, arms wrapped around her, stroked her from shoulder to  hip. Tenderness wormed its way inside her chest, made her believe life  had just changed. He hadn't lied.

She was his.



Connor rubbed his cheek against the silkiness of her hair. He could live  to be a thousand and he would always remember the feel of it against  his skin-the soft, feminine scent. Like something he could eat-a  cupcake … vanilla frosting.

Charlie curled into him, stroking her fingertips over his collarbone. He  knew why. She couldn't stop touching him just as he couldn't stop  touching her.