Page 65 of Protective Phlox

“Get on the fucking bed,” he ordered, and I scampered up off the floor to do what he said. I couldn’t go far with the leather around my neck, but I laid down staring at the large cock in front of my face, from upside down. He hurried to get out of his pants, laying down beside me before tugging on my makeshift collar. “Get on me and finish sucking.”

He let the leather end go so I could turn and straddle him. As soon as I did, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, his mouth all but attacking my pussy. I cried out in pleasure as his tongue plunged as deep as it would go and then teased my clit over and over.

“I said suck,” he commanded. I leaned forward and tried to focus on what I was doing, but his domineering tongue was taking all my attention and making it difficult. I shuddered as my climax neared its peak. “Don’t you dare fucking come yet, not unless you beg for it.”

My hips had a mind of their own as I rubbed over his tongue, craving to reach that final cliff to jump off and soar.

“Please, please let me come,” I begged, my voice muffled with my mouth full of his cock. Rotating my hand, I sucked hard, teasing him and drawing a euphoric shudder. “Please, I’m begging you, I need to come.” I didn’t dare take him out of my mouth without him saying I could.

“So you want me to suck this pussy and make you come?”

“Yes, please. Please let me.”

“Fine, you’ve been a good girl. Come for me, Kisa. Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

I screamed as I came, the intensity of the orgasm making my body shake. Nathan’s tongue continued to assault my clit, while his arms held me in place so I couldn’t wiggle away as he pushed my body to the edge of pain and pleasure. I bucked on his face, his tongue relentless until I was pushed past that point and could feel a second orgasm building.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven. Get up, I need to fuck you right now.”

“But I didn’t make you come yet,” I sulked.

“I’m not wasting my come down your throat when I want you pregnant before the year is up.” Nathan rolled us over and then got up, standing at the edge of the bed. “Now, get on your knees.”

I crawled toward him, and he grabbed the leather strap once more as I turned around. There was no gentle easing. Nathan slammed his cock into me and pulled on the leather, cutting off the scream that had been on the tip of my tongue. He held the pressure as he fucked me so hard that I saw stars as the twin sensations continued to course through my body like an electrical storm.

He eased off of the strap around my neck, and I gasped in a few deep breaths before he cut off my air supply again. By the fourth time, I was lightheaded in the best way possible. My arms shook as he railed my thoroughly used pussy, hitting my G-spot.

“That’s it, Kisa, come for me again. Come on my cock, I want to feel you soak me as I come in you.”

The room was spinning when he let go of the leather. He didn’t pull on it again but instead slid his hand around my thigh and rubbed my needy clit. That was all I needed to come with a yell.

“Nathan, oh God, yes. I’m coming, yes, please, don’t stop fucking me.”

I was thrown over the edge of my climax as Nathan growled my name as he came. The feel of his cock releasing inside of me as his fingers pressed hard into my hips was pure heaven.

I collapsed forward into a panting mess as he released my hips, and Nathan laid down beside me. Strands of damp hair clung to my face, and he gently pulled them away and tucked them behind my ear.

“A week is far too long to go without you,” he said, his voice as rough as I felt.

“Then the next trip we go together.”

He smiled and gently undid the leather belt, slipping it off my neck. “I much prefer that idea. Where do you want to go for your honeymoon?”

“As long as it is with you, I don’t care.” I cuddled in close to his body, chilling as the sweat cooled on my skin.

“I think I might know the perfect spot. Lots for Cutter to do and still has all the privacy we could ever want.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said and kissed the rib with Cutter’s name. “I’ll get your name. Take me wherever you want. I know where I want to put it and what I want done.”

Nathan tipped my chin up and kissed my lips softly. “I love you, Savannah. You own every last piece of me.” I smiled, my heart so full I thought it would burst. “You have five minutes, and then I’m fucking you again. I need to make up for the whole week that you were gone.”

I laughed, and then my face sobered at the serious expression in his eyes. “You can’t be serious. You want to go five rounds tonight?”

He pushed me over onto my back and nipped at my neck. “Fucking right, I do, and you’ll scream my name each time. That I can promise you.”

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