Protect & Serve(166)

He followed my stuttered request, rolling his tongue along my slit and over my clit, again and again, repeating the simple movements until I clenched my fingers in his hair, my back stretching and arching until the orgasm came and came hard. I felt wave upon wave of blinding pleasure rack my body, drowning my mind in bliss, surging along my nerves and lending strength to my curled fingers. I tugged him as hard against my pussy as his face could go…

I realized, only as I relinquished my grip, that I had been moaning a symphony of embarrassing, endless sounds from my chest. But as my body settled against the sofa, my limbs collapsing, I didn’t really care.

He had always been so amazing at making me come…

It was only as he positioned himself against me that I realized we were just barely getting started. I vaguely heard the sounds of rustling in his jeans, and opened my eyes to watch him tear a condom free from its wrapper with his teeth.

With a quick, graceful motion, he rolled the protective layer over his thick cock. I recognized the familiar premium wrapper – he always had to spring for the extra-large variety – before he pressed the tip to my outer folds.

“Are you ready for me?” Hunter chuckled.

“Do it,” I murmured.

“That doesn’t sound convincing…”

Oh, so we’re playing this game, then.

I leaned forward, resting on my elbows, aware that he held my thighs apart with his hips between them. One hand was wrapped around his cock, and the other was supporting one of my legs… the other one dangling off the side of the couch.

“Fuck me, Hunter,” I demanded seductively, biting my bottom lip as I stared deep into his heavy, fiery eyes. “I want you to fuck my wet pussy into submission, until I can’t take it anymore… and then I want you to come for me, baby.”

That was apparently all the provocation he needed, because he was pushing inside, his fingers a poor substitute for the real thing. His cock stretched my walls, and even as wet as I was… I still had to steel myself, letting him retreat an inch or two, only to push further inside.

I relaxed my body as best as I could, settling against the sofa with an ankle draped above us on the soft wall. Hunter groaned with pleasure as he continued to push further inside, hilting himself against my hips.

“Oh god, Sarah,” he murmured with only the faintest coherence to his aching voice. “You feel so fucking good… you’re so hot, so tight…”

I could only bite my knuckles, squeezing my breast with the free hand as I watched the surge of emotion across his face. His rough fingers clamped into thighs as he held them up, pushing my ankles onto his shoulders. Satisfied with that position, he began to drill himself into me, thrusting again and again, harder and harder…

My chest filled with moans – moans too intense, and too frequent, to possibly contain. I sang out a chorus of primal, feral sounds as he fucked me hard.

Soon, he pulled me onto my knees, pressing my palms down on the top cushioned edge of the couch. His knees between mine separated my ankles, and I felt the power of his body against mine as he burrowed deep inside me again, one hand clasping a fistful of my hair as he rode my hips hard. The soft surface gave just enough beneath our motions, putting a bounce in the way my body met his – a bounce that only drove the two of us even wilder.

“Goddammit, Sarah, your tight pussy is fucking amazing,” he groaned into my ear, his voice overcome with hardened need. “You’re going to make me come like this…”

“Do it,” I nodded against his cheek. “Come for me. Come inside this wet pussy, it’s all yours baby. Just fuck me and come for me…”

I felt him shake his head, and I had to stifle my disappointment. I wanted to feel him lose himself inside me so badly…

But then he extracted himself, pulling me up from the sofa and across the floor. My back was thrown to a wall, and his strong hands clasped my ass, lifting me up against the soft surface.

“Wait… what are you…?”

“You know that I’ve been working out,” Hunter chuckled hungrily, lifting me to his hips.

My tentative fingertips rolled over his strong shoulders and down his firm, tight biceps. He was always in great shape, but he was right – he was stronger than I remembered. With more time in the gym, he could be absolutely stacked.

“Yeah, I see that…”

Hunter gave a smug, husky little chuckle as he slipped me into place against him, pinned between his flat stomach and the strip club wall.

With a deft maneuver, I felt the strength sap from my limbs as his punishingly thick cock penetrated the slick folds of my wet pussy again. There was no need to prepare my body for this one – with the angle, and how drenched I already was, he hilted himself with little effort.