Protect & Serve(43)

“I love your obedience, Sandra.”

I just whimpered, riding the thrusts of his fingers as he returned to write love letters with his tongue. Explosions of pleasure overwhelmed me as he pressed deeper with every motion, dragging an orgasm from my agonized body. He tried to withdraw his fingertips, but I clamped down around them, shifting my hips as best I could to capture them, my flesh shuddering around him.

“Naughty little Sandra,” Nathan said, pulling his fingers free and bringing himself up between my legs. I was desperate for his cock, but he didn’t stop there. I found him moving over my legs, his body straddling my chest.

Oh, God…

As his cock slipped between my breasts, I gasped, staring down at the way his girth wrapped itself with my flesh.

“Untie me so I can suck your cock,” I said as sultry as I could. I was panting, barely able to form the words. This man drove me absolutely wild.

“No. I like you just like this,” Nathan whispered, reaching down and pulling my head upward as he moved his hips forward. The tip of his majestic shaft danced lightly against my lips.

“Go ahead. Work for my cum.”

That was all he had to say. I moaned, slipping his shaft between my lips and doing everything I could to use my tongue on his most sensitive flesh. Nathan was teasing me, keeping himself just barely within reach as I struggled with my handcuffs. My saliva began to cover his shaft, and I found myself completely out of my mind as he reached a hand behind himself and found my pussy again, my clit crying out for more attention.

I threw myself into the blowjob, doing everything I could to get him off. It was wet and filthy and wrong, and I loved every goddamned second of it. Before I knew it, he had moved away, too far for my mouth to reach, but easily between my breasts. His saliva-slick cock slipped between them, reaching my lips on every thrust. I mourned the departure of his fingertips as he pressed my breasts together, sliding between them, thrusting into the channel he’d created. It was unbearably sexy, and all I could imagine was how amazing it would feel inside me.

“Fuck me, Nathan. Please,” I gasped, staring up into his emerald eyes.

“Fine … But we’re going to do it my way.”

I didn’t understand what he meant as he slipped off of me, untying my feet. Before I knew it, they were in the air, held together at the ankles as Nathan moaned.

“God fucking damn… Do you know how sexy your ass is?”

I’d been blessed with good genes, and I’d always been proud of my round bottom, but having Nathan inspecting it like this was just sexy as hell. I wiggled it at him, smiling wickedly. It surprised me when Nathan left me like that for a moment, stepping off the bed and toward his dresser. When he returned, I could see he had rolled a condom over his cock, but more surprising was the sudden splash of cool wetness against the crack of my ass.

“What are you doing?” I asked, gasping suddenly as his fingertip slipped between my cheeks and pressed just slightly into my tight, forbidden hole.

His words echoed in my mind: “We’re going to do it my way.”

“Wait, Nathan, I’ve never done this before,” I said, whimpering as his fingertip slipped just a bit deeper.

“Relax, baby. There’s no part of you I can resist exploring. Nothing you can keep from me…”

I knew he was right, even as his huge cock lined up with my tightest of holes. What was I doing? Was I really going to let him fuck me in the ass?

“Oh, fuck!” I squealed as he pressed inward, his lubricated cock sliding between my cheeks. Pain and pleasure bloomed in tandem, making my hips jerk and my toes curl as a feeling of overwhelming fullness overtook me.

“Relax. You can do this, Sandra,” Nathan whispered, impaling me ever so slowly, each inch of his cock filling me beyond anything I could even imagine. I screamed for him, overcome with the intensity of the sensations Nathan inspired in me as my mind went blank. There was nothing except me and Nathan’s big cock, nothing to stop him from taking every last bit of my innocence.

“Good girl,” he said, beginning to thrust. It was slow at first, but he was building up speed with every movement. I had lost all control of my voice, squeals and moans of unholy pleasure erupting from my body as Nathan’s thumb came down on my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just making me his—he was showing me just how much control he had over my body.

I never would have let another man do this. I would have gone my whole life without knowing this kind of pleasure, if not for Nathaniel Hale. He owned me, body and soul, and I could only succumb to his demands. There was no resisting him anymore.