Protector:A Scifi Alien Romance(32)
He grabbed her and spun her around until she was facing him, her bare bottom sitting on the very edge of the desk. He cupped her breasts, feeling the tantalizing weight of them fill his palms. He teased the pink nipples to hard points, loving the sounds she made. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth.
Madeline cried out, grinding against him, her hands tangling in his hair.
Finally, he lifted his head and pushed her legs apart. He gripped his cock, rubbing it against her folds. “Watch.”
He saw her gaze drop to his heavy cock. Tension hummed between them.
“What do you want, Madeline?”
“I…you…”
“Say it. What do you want me to do?”
Her hips bucked, trying to get him inside her. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Lore.”
He pressed the mushroom head against her, and slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed inside her. She moaned.
“Tell me how it feels,” he growled.
“Big. Solid.” Her voice was strangled. “I feel so full.”
She felt so good and tight around him. Unable to stop, his control evaporating, Lore slammed inside her.
She cried out, her ass moving on the desk. As he hammered into her, her arms gripped him for an anchor, her nails scratching down his back.
“Yes,” she cried, her hips pumping against him.
“Come for me again, Madeline.”
She moaned again, her body starting to shake. She was getting close and from the heavy sensation gathering at the base of his spine, so was he.
He kept sliding into her. “Your body’s milking me, dushla. You’re going to make me come deep inside you.” He gripped her hips, feeling her body tense up. “That’s it, Madeline. Come apart for me now.”
Her body shook harder. “Oh…oh…” Her hot gaze met his.
Staring into her eyes, he watched as her orgasm hit, her eyes widening. He held her shaking body, slamming home one last time.
With a roar, Lore poured his release inside Madeline, feeling her clawing at his shoulders. Drak.
He collapsed forward, trapping her against the desk, his almost violent release leaving him hot and stunned.
***
Madeline lay stretched out on the desk. She was dimly aware of the cool surface beneath her naked body, and extremely aware of the hot, hard male lying on top of her.
Every muscle in her body was lax and languid, heat still ebbing in her belly. The only sound in the room was the sound of Lore’s harsh breathing.
He moved, pressing a kiss to her belly. She quivered.
“Stay here,” he ordered.
She heard him yank on his trousers and his footsteps as he walked away. She lay there for a moment, but then started to feel exposed. She’d had a lot of offices during her career, and she’d never once been naked in any of them. Let alone naked and stretched out on her desk after being thoroughly fucked.
She was just sitting up when Lore reappeared in the doorway.
He was carrying a tray.
He set the tray down on a small table by the lone couch in the office. It wasn’t the prettiest couch, covered by some rough-looking brown fur. Lore turned, scooped her off her desk, then settled himself on the couch, arranging her in his lap. He picked up a steaming cup off the tray and handed it out to her.
“A cup of Ar’bor tea.”
She sipped the delicious drink. The man was a gladiator, through and through, but he really enjoyed taking care of others. That protective streak was the width of the galaxy.
Next, she watched him pick up a small vial. He tipped it onto his hands and she saw a clear oil. The scent of musk and wood filled the room.
“I bought this off Regan. It’s her latest batch of massage oil.”
He nudged Madeline forward, then his hands were at her neck and shoulders, massaging deep. A small moan escaped her mouth and her chin fell to her chest. He found the knots of tension and pressed his thumbs into them. The man had very clever hands. She wondered how many women they’d pleasured.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered. “Just for tonight.”
One night of bliss sounded amazing. But Blaine and those women didn’t have that luxury. “I need—”
“There’s nothing you can do right now. You need to switch it off sometimes, Madeline. It helps you cope.”
“It’s not like flicking a switch or pressing a button. It’s not that easy.”
“No, it’s not, but you have to work at it. I’ll help.”
The hands kneading her shoulders slipped over her front, cupping her breasts. She arched back against him, barely noticing when he took her empty teacup and set it aside. He played with her nipples until her breasts felt swollen, her nipples tight. Then one big hand slid down over her belly and between her thighs.