Page 13 of Fletch’s Protection

I find my rhythm and he leans back, dragging me with him.

“Don’t stop,” he warns as he cups my ass with both of his strong hands. Then he starts to work me. Pulling me forward until he’s almost out, and pushing me back, driving in more of his cock.

His hips rise and fall, his biceps flex, catching he light from the window.

The rhythm takes over and we both moan as the pleasure builds. Every stroke takes him deeper. The circles I’m making on my clit amplify the pleasure. And when he leans up, nosing aside his cut so he can take my nipple into his mouth, I melt.

It happens in my pussy. A softening. Opening. Fletch feels it too. He growls, “Goddamn, that’s good.”

And I slide over a cliff into electric pleasure that makes me collapse onto his chest.

He holds me, big arms wrapped around my back, pressing the leather with his name on it into my skin. Deep inside me his cock is rock hard, throbbing. When the orgasm finally releases me, Fletch flips me below him and the weight of his pelvis crowds against mine.

I’m so sensitive that I scream. He captures it in a searing kiss as he begins to move above me. The strokes are long, determined and hitting a place that makes my whole body shake.

“God. God. That’s good. Really good.”

He chuckles, pulls back enough to look down at me. “Now you know,” he says hotly. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, Mari.”

I’m nodding deliriously. When my eyes drift closed he shoves deep, making my tits bounce. “Look at me,” he demands in a growl. “I want your eyes on me when we come together.”

He’s gorgeous in his power. Big body glistening with sweat, those huge muscles flexing as he powers into me, driving me up the bed.

He watches every reaction, every flicker of emotion on my face. As I get closer, he does too. “That’s it,” he grunts. “Give it all to me, sweetheart.”

A rough, high sound comes out of my throat. My legs violently shake against his hips and he leans down. “It’s your cock now, angel. Take it.”

Oh god. I claw his arms, my hips lift, my nipples turn to fire, and I am swallowed.

Fletch growls above me, fucking deeper. Holding there as his neck muscles strain. A heavy thump in his cock makes my insides quiver. With the next thump he shouts and splashes his release inside of me. Marking me.

I don’t even realize I’m crying until he kisses the tear off my cheek, a rough curse under his breath.

“I’m okay,” I promise. “Just emotional.”

He wraps me tight in his arms. “You’re safe. I’ve got you now.”

It’s not even noon, but I fall into a deep, dark sleep that I haven’t known in years.

When a knocking sound penetrates my foggy mind, I open my eyes to a strange room. There’s an arm over my waist and a heavy, hairy leg over mine.

“Go the fuck away,” Fletch yells without moving an inch.

I’m dumbfounded. “Did I really just sleep with my boss?”

He raises his head and looks down at my flushed and probably bruised body. “Looks that way.”

I groan dropping my head back against his warm chest. “I lost my mind.”

He chuckles warmly and says, “And your virginity.”

“Oh my god. I thought you were incapable of joking.”

He rolls me beneath him in some kind of ninja move and cages me in, his hands threading into my hair. “I also thought I wasn’t capable of wanting a future with a woman.”

I open my mouth, close it, and he grins. It’s devastating. I want it a million more times.

“You want a future with me?”