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The Fighter’s Secretary(11)

By:Ann Mayburn


She keened when he slapped her other breast, the chain tugging in her mouth as her aching flesh swayed from his blow.

“On your hands and knees. You may release the chain.”

With a move that was less than graceful, she fell forward and shuddered at the sensation of the chain swinging beneath her, gravity pulling her breasts down and making her crazy. The need to be fucked consumed her and she arched her back, spreading her thighs and offering herself to him. “Please, Dallas, please I need you.”

Instead of doing as she begged, he swept her hair over one shoulder and began to gently kiss her back, licking along her spine and making hard shivers race through her body. She swayed with his touch, thrusting her hips back as if someone were fucking her. This made the nipple clamps sway and she swore she was going to come just from him kissing her back. Then he reached her bottom and he bit her, hard.

She gave a guttural moan and froze, her nervous system overwhelmed and her mind gone completely. Everything inside of her was focused on Dallas, on his lips slowly moving to the divide of her buttocks. When he began to lick at her anus she tensed until she thought her muscles might snap. Then, when he thrust his tongue into that tight little hole, she came.

Bright fireworks burst inside of her mind and she screamed out her pleasure, loving how he held her hips still, tilting her ass up so he had better access to her pussy. With each contraction, each hard wave of pleasure he licked at her pussy, lapping up her arousal while making these pleased, hungry noises that only extended her release. At least the tension left her body and she would have collapsed if he hadn’t caught her around the waist and gently rolled her over onto her back.

Tremors shook her and she could barely protest when he removed the clamp from her left nipple. Then a shocking burst of pain scoured through her as blood rushed back to that abused tip. His lips locked around it and she buried her hands in his hair, trying to tug him away from the hurt, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Instead he babied her nipple, gently suckling it and making the pain turn into pleasure. By the time he removed his mouth she was once again squirming beneath him, saying his name over and over. He undid the other clamp and she screamed at the discomfort, but instead of trying to keep his mouth away from her breast she urged him to it, needing him to make her body turn the sensation from pain to pleasure.

After he’d made her nipple tingle with pleasure he reached up and pulled the blindfold off. She blinked as her eyes readjusted, then smiled up at him. He was so incredibly handsome, all rough angles and hard ridges. The dim light added deeper shadows to his body and she reached up, tracing her fingers over his face, touching him like she’d always wanted to. “Thank you.”

His lips curved the slightest bit, but she scarcely noticed. Instead she focused on his body, on touching him, on running her hands over his broad, bare shoulders, tracing the deep lines of his pectoral muscles, and rubbing her hands all over his smooth, tight skin. He felt just as good as she’d always imagined and when he pressed down fully on her she realized he was nude.

He let out a low groan and buried his face against her neck. “You feel so soft, I need to be inside of you. Do you want me to use a condom?”

She hesitated, torn between the need to be safe and the desire to have him inside of her, skin to skin. “I’m on the shot. Have you been tested?”

Lifting himself so his forearms braced either side of her head, he nodded. “I’ve been tested and I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

She blinked at him. “Never?”

“Never. Have you?”

“Well, yes, but I was in a committed relationship. But I’m clean. The last guy I had sex with was over a year ago and I’ve been to the doctor since then.” She flushed, not liking his smirk when she said that. “What?”

“First, we are in a committed relationship.”

“Shouldn’t I get a say in that?”

“Second, the macho pig part of me likes the fact that no one has been inside this beautiful body recently.”

“You’re right, that is rather macho pig of you.”

“Third—” he lined up his cock with her slit and began to sink into her, stretching her as he said in a guttural voice, “—I want to be the last man to ever be inside of you.”

Any reply she might have made to his confusing statement was lost as the broad crest of his cock pushed into her, stretching her and making her pant as she tried to relax around him. He was big, thick, and so incredibly hard. She tried to trust her hips up, to get him all the way inside of her, but he grasped her hands and held them over her head, pinning her to the mattress.

“Estar dentro de tu cuerpo es como estar en el cielo. Tú eres mi mujer y yo soy tu hombre. Nunca te dejaré y nunca te permitiré que me dejes. Te amo, Amanda, mucho más de lo que puedas imaginar, y yo haré que tu me amés igual.”

The way he growled those words, the emotion in his voice made her wish she knew what he was saying, but right now she was far more interested in him fucking her than translating.

He paused about half way in and tightened his grip on her hands. “Amanda, look at me.”

She struggled to open her eyes, to focus on him past the pleasure of being blissfully filled by him. When their gaze met a surge of electricity went through her as the moment took on an intimacy she’d never experienced before. The hair on her arms stood and chills raced down her spine, mixing with the warmth of his body, the scent of his musk, and the unbelievably wonderful feeling of being stretched by his thick erection.

“My Amanda,” he said in a soft voice and bent to capture her lips, finally filling her until his balls pressed against her ass.

She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her legs around him, loving the feel of him against her. When he withdrew from her body she almost closed her eyes, but managed to keep them open, to deepen the connection between them. If him fucking her was the best thing she’d ever felt physically, the way that he was looking at her was the best thing emotionally. He continued to whisper things to her in Spanish as he grazed his lips over her neck, then bit hard enough to push her toward her orgasm. She’d never recovered this quickly, but her body was already tightening, the delicious pleasure sensitizing her, making her aware of the big, amazing man moving inside of her.

Dragging his lips to hers, she kissed him with all the passion he built in her, with the all the longing of wanting him for over a year, with the need to let him know that she was falling for him hard and fast, but too afraid to say it. Hell, she’d been falling in love with him from the day they’d met.

His thrusts picked up speed and he tilted her hips until he hit her g-spot, making her tense and moan as he ran the thick ridge of the head of his cock over and over that spot.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me feel that tight pussy suck at my cock.”

It was as if her body obeyed Dallas and she threw her head back as she began to come, those wonderful bright lights sparkling behind her eyelids again as she swore she might be dying of pleasure. He slammed into her, drawing her orgasm out, making her cry out and shudder when he finally stiffened, then joined her with his own release as he flooded her sex with his seed. His cock jerked hard enough inside of her that she could feel it and those pulses matched the fading contractions of her orgasm, making her twitch and gasp.

With a soft sigh of complete contentment he rolled them over on their side, his hard dick still buried in her. He tucked her against him, smoothing her hair off her sweaty face and placing a kiss on her brow as they both panted. She reached up and ran her hand over his shoulder, his bicep, his forearm, unable to get enough of touching him.

When she could finally speak she whispered, “Wow,” in a rough voice.

He laughed and slowly pulled out, the burn making her wince. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I mean yes, but not in a bad way.” She scooted closer to him, not wanting to have anything separating them. “That was amazing.”

With a grunt he rolled off the bed and she lay there with her arms and legs flung out, staring out the windows of his room at the water below. She had no idea how long she’d been watching the lights glitter on the ocean, but when something hot and damp pressed against her pussy she jumped.

Laughing, Dallas gently pushed her back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to clean you up.”

She went to grab the towel, flushing at the intimacy of the act. “I can do that.”

He blocked her hand. “I know you can, but let me do it. Taking care of you makes me…happy.”

Well, she couldn’t argue with that and his gentle touch felt good so she relaxed and let him care for her. None of her previous boyfriends had ever done that, cleaned her up after sex. It was always something she took care of while they rolled over and went to sleep. Now she was the one wanting to roll over and sleep as the day and all its stress crashed around her. When Dallas moved her over to pull down the sheets, then tucked her under them she could barely keep her eyes open. Then his warmth pressed into her and he pulled her close, cuddling around her then let out the biggest sigh she’d ever heard.

“Night,” he murmured against her shoulder.