For Her Protection(39)

Bareback.

Connor inside her, nothing between them—her thighs squeezed together. “Okay.”

His fingers wrapped softy around her neck and he rubbed his rough cheek against her ear. “Say it—say fuck me bareback, Connor.”

Moisture coated her thighs and her head rubbed against his shoulder. Her breasts felt like two hanging, aching weights. “Fuck me bareback, Connor,” she whispered.

His hands left her and his zipper creaked. He pressed her shoulders, bending her at the waist. Then the thick head of his cock pressed at her entrance. He rocked it against her opening, slid it down between her folds and rolled it against her clit. She jerked then rested her forehead against the wall, closing her eyes. He brushed there, back and forth, letting the mushroomed head of his cock flick over her bud.

Electric bursts of pleasure radiated from her clit into her abdomen. His foot slid between hers and eased her heeled foot out, spreading her for him. He ran his cock back toward her entrance but didn’t stop there, instead bringing it to nudge for a moment at the forbidden place at her bottom. She twitched and pressed her lips together to stop the groan…or plea.

He pulled her hips back and guided himself to her aching pussy. He dipped in then up. Even dripping with moisture he strained her walls, stretching her with his fullness. He inched in, filling her so completely her pussy quivered.

She hugged the skirt around her waist and pressed back, letting him sink inside her until he reached her womb. He stilled and her chest heaved.

Connor bent over her, bringing his lips just shy of her ear. “I said quiet, baby.”

She blinked, hearing the sound of her pants, and forced her breaths and her body under control. Then he moved, hard and deep and with excruciating precision against that place only he seemed to be able to access. His arm circled her. He slipped his hand over her pussy, pressing against her clit as he thrust inside her. Her insides trembled, her thighs shook. He pounded her harder, shifting his cock deeper in her pussy while stroking her on the outside.

Pressure mounted and his other hand dug into her hip as he drove harder. His fingers swirled, working her just right. She was so full, every sensitive place reached, commanded by his cock. Her breath caught, her orgasm crested along her every cell. Connor’s hand left her then he withdrew his cock. She collapsed forward, shaking with the orgasm only seconds away. He eased her off the wall.

“That’s for teasing me, baby, you’ll have to wait for your turn.”

Her eyes snapped open and she saw the look on his face—savage desire. She could come without his help.

“On your knees,” he whispered.

She slid to the ground and knelt, opening her mouth, tongue out the way he’d taught her. He held his thick cock in one hand and grabbed the back of her hair with the other then slid himself over her tongue.

She tasted the mild flavor of herself on his smooth skin. He pushed deeper into her mouth and the open denim of his jeans rubbed against her neck. His cock reached the back of her throat but still he pushed deeper. She relaxed her throat and took him, savoring the sensation of him hardening even further in her mouth.

She made him hard, she made him lose control.

He pulled back then slid in. She tightened her lips and rubbed her tongue over him. His hand shifted in her hair and she devoured him. Sucking him as deeply as she could into her mouth in fast, slick movements. His cock stiffened and he leaned a hand against the wall. He jerked, his cock pushing to the back of her mouth, and warm saltiness spilled down her throat. She swallowed and ran her tongue over him gently as he continued to twitch. His other hand moved to her hair and held the side of her face.

She glanced up at him. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clamped tight and pleasure streaked across his face. Her pussy throbbed. She fought the urge to slide her hand between her legs and join him in release. His lashes parted and he met her gaze. The tension in his features softened and he took his cock from her mouth. He tilted her head back and stroked her jaw.

She turned her face and pressed her lips against his palm. He guided her up and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her, gently sliding his tongue between her lips and holding her tightly enough to absorb her into him. She kissed him back, rubbing her hands over his broad back.

He pulled away and rested his head against the wall over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you do to me.”

A sweet ache filled her chest. She rubbed her nose against his neck, inhaling the magnificent scent of him. He kissed her temple and patted her bottom.

“Come on, you still have a dress to buy.”

She blinked and looked up at him. He was actually not going to let her finish. Her brows drew together.