Page 79 of Ruthless Protector

I didn’t know how much more I could hold off. I was so fucking hard, desperate to get inside her, but I wanted—no, needed—this from her. I pushed two fingers inside her, not deep, just enough that she felt the stretch. “Willa,” I said, voice hard. “Answer me.”

Sweat slicked her skin and she shook harder. “I think of you when I’m…when I’m dancing. When I’m on stage. I’m…I’m dancing for you. In my head, I’m dancing only for you.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“Were you thinking of me that first time, your first dance?”

“Yes.”

Fuck waiting. I reared up, yanked my jeans open, freeing my cock. It sprang free, thick and long, and now, thanks to Willa’s confession, leaking precum like a tap. Tearing a condom from my wallet, I rolled it on and came down on top of her.

“Because you were honest with me, I’m going to reward you, beautiful.” I dragged my cock along her slit. Her legs came around my hips and she tried to grind up against me.

“I need you inside me. Now,” she said, so lost in her need, I doubted she fully understood what her confession meant.

My cock, the hungry bastard, found its way to her opening all on its own, and I was lost.

“Don’t scream,” I managed before I slammed up inside her.

Her head jerked to the side and she bit down on the bunched-up duvet, a muffled sound bursting from her as I filled her hard and fast, and I kept up the brutal pace, my balls slapping her ass, my cock driving in deeper with every thrust.

I kissed and sucked her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, then finally lifted up on my hands and stared down at her when I slammed in again. Her eyes were screwed shut, her smaller body jolting every time I fucked into her. “Too much?” I gritted out.

Her eyes popped open, wide, her lips parting.

She started coming again.

Her tight pussy clamped down on me hard, squeezing and releasing my cock in a way that was so intense, there was no way I could hold off my own release.

I dropped back down and buried my face against her throat, slid in deep one last time, and groaned against her smooth skin as I shot hot and so damn hard I shook.

Christ, I shook all the way down to my soul.

19

Willa

Jude’s panted breaths exploded across my skin, lifting goosebumps all over me.

I never wanted him to move. I wanted to stay like this, right here forever. His cock inside me, the warmth of his body surrounding me, cuffed to this bed. I couldn’t walk away from him like this. I didn’t have to think about tomorrow, or why being with Jude was a bad idea.

Giving him control took all of that away. All the doubt and worry. It all went away when I was his to command. It was freeing in a way I’d never experienced before. And something I needed so damn much.

He made a rough sound and planted a kiss to the underside of my jaw, lifting to his elbows so all his weight wasn’t on me. “Okay?”

His brown eyes were so tender when he looked down at me, I had trouble holding them, and had to swallow several times just to talk. “More than okay.”

He grinned and reached over the side of the bed, getting something, then one of those large rough-skinned palms slid up my arm to the cuffs. “These looks so pretty on you, I don’t want to take them off.”

I didn’t want him to either. The minute he did, the real world would invade. I lifted my head and licked his throat. “Then don’t.”

His hips automatically pressed deeper and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. If you want me to use them again, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“You don’t need to beg, Willa. All you need to do is ask and it’s yours, you know that, right?”

His words from earlier swam through my mind. I’d never met anyone like Jude. I didn’t know that men like him existed.

Evan had never treated me like this. He was always more concerned with himself and how everything affected him.