Page 65 of Ruthless Protector

“You want me to fuck you like this, from behind?” he said against my ear.

My inner muscles pulsed, gripping at his fingers still inside me. “Yes.”

His hand slid up my spine, and he held the back of my neck, bending me forward over the table. “Hard and fast, beautiful, is that what you want?”

“Yes, yes, please.” In that moment, I was nothing but need and hunger, desperate for what only Jude could give me.

My skirt was shoved higher and my panties torn down my legs. I watched him over my shoulder as he pressed his jeans-covered cock against my ass, holding me where I was, pinning me, as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. He took out a condom, threw the wallet on the table beside me, and with jerky movements, freed his cock and rolled on the latex.

His hand dropped to my lower back, the other fisting his big cock, and he slid through my wetness, positioning that fat head right where I wanted him.

“Hold on,” he gritted out.

My hands went to either side of the small table and I did as he asked. As soon as my fingers curled around the edge, he stared pushing inside me. He was being cautious again, starting off slow, worried he might hurt me.

I shuddered at the intrusion, the way he stretched me. There was no pain, though, only intense pleasure when he started moving.

I wanted more. “Please, Jude, harder. Fuck me harder.”

“You sure about that?” he gritted out.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Both of his hands dropped to my waist and he pulled out, then slammed in deep. I cried out again, repeating the word over and over again like a mantra.

He gave me what I wanted, deep and hard and fast, ramming that impressive cock inside me over and over again, until I couldn’t think straight. The base of his thick cock worked my swollen clit, my nipples dragging against the table with each brutal thrust. Every part of me felt alive. I was a live wire, sparking off him, lighting from the inside out.

I felt lost.

Found.

Owned.

Owned by Jude.

As soon as the thought went through my head, my orgasm rocketed though me. His body pressed into mine and he covered my mouth with his hand, like he had the first time he made me come, so my screams didn’t wake the neighborhood, and continued to slam into me from behind. It was so intensely sexy, I came even harder.

His hips pistoned, working me through it, body slapping against mine, filling me over and over again, until the last shudder, the last squeeze of my inner muscles.

Then he dropped his face to my shoulder and groaned, jerking and shaking against me with every pulse of his cock.

I was still catching my breath, when he straightened and spun me to my back, his cock still buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he lifted me off the table and carried me to my room.

His mouth found mine in the darkness, as he walked toward my bed. “Once more,” he muttered against my lips. “Need you once more before I go.”

I need you, too.

The words flew through my mind as he lay me down, pressing me into the mattress.

But not just for this, and not just for tonight.

I squeezed my eyes shut against those thoughts, shoved them from my mind. I couldn’t think like that. I needed to stop thinking like that.

Then Jude was moving inside me again, and not thinking became easy.

I planned on not thinking the rest of the night.

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