Page 33 of Ranger’s Protection

"There's no wrong way, baby. You just lie there and let me make you feel good." He starts moving. Slow thrusts that let my body adjust. "Tell me how it feels."

"Full," I manage. "So full. It's starting to feel... oh..."

He's found a rhythm now, each thrust going deeper, his hips rolling in a way that makes his pelvis grind against mine. Sweat drips from his temple onto my chest as he works above me, his muscles flexing with each powerful stroke.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough. "Your body's adjusting. Starting to feel good?"

"Yes. Oh god yes. Don't stop."

He doesn't stop. Just keeps that steady rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, his cock sliding in and out with growing ease as my body produces more wetness to ease the way. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, a raw, desperate sound that makes my pussy clench around him.

"Fuck, Delilah. You're going to make me come too fast if you do that."

"I don't care. I want you to feel good too. Want you to come inside me."

His eyes flash with something primal at those words. "You want me to fill this tight little pussy? Mark you as mine?"

"Yes," I whimper. "Please, Graham. I want all of you."

Something shifts in him then, his control fraying at the edges. He shifts his weight onto one arm and slides his other hand into my hair, gripping it firmly at the roots. Not painful but controlling. He pulls my head back, exposing my throat, and his pace changes.

No longer slow.

Now he's fucking me with purpose: deep, hard thrusts that make the headboard slam against the wall. Each stroke drives the air from my lungs, makes my breasts bounce, and sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

"Going to give you everything," he growls against my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. "Going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until the only thing you know is how good my cock feels inside you."

The dirty talk should embarrass me, but instead it makes me wetter. Makes me desperate for more. I dig my nails into his shoulders, probably leaving marks, and he hisses in pleasure.

"Mark me," he demands, his grip on my hair tightening. "Let everyone know I'm yours."

I rake my nails down his back, feeling muscle and scar tissue beneath my fingers. He groans and slams into me harder, the bed creaking beneath us with the force of his thrusts.

Sweat is dripping off him now, from his face onto my breasts, down his chest where it mingles with mine, making our skin slick where we're pressed together. The room smells like sex and sweat. His hair is damp, falling forward into his eyes as he fucks me faster and harder.

"So fucking beautiful," he pants, his voice ragged. "Taking my cock so well for your first time. Such a good girl. My good girl."

His possessive voice makes me clench around him.

"Fuck! Do that again." He releases my hair to grip both my hips, angling them up so he can thrust even deeper.

"There," I scream. "Right there! Oh god, don't stop!"

"Never," he growls. "Never going to stop. Going to fuck you every night. Make you scream my name. Fill you up until you're dripping with me."

His hands are gripping my hips so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow, perfect imprints of his fingers marking my soft flesh. The thought of wearing his marks, of everyone seeing that I belong to someone, makes my pussy grip his throbbing cock.

"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm becoming erratic as he gets closer to the edge. "Squeeze my cock. Take what you need from me."

I'm close too. I can feel the pressure building low in my belly, spreading through my limbs, making my toes curl. Every thrust pushes me higher, and the combination of his cock inside me and the way he's looking at me like I'm everything makes it impossible to hold back.

"Graham," I gasp. "I'm going to… I can't—"

"Come for me, Delilah." He leans down, pressing his sweat-slicked chest against mine, his mouth finding my ear. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."

One more deep thrust and I’m done.

My orgasm tears through me like lightning, my pussy spasming around his cock so hard it's almost painful. I scream his name, loud enough that the entire clubhouse definitely hears it, my nails digging into his back hard enough to break skin.