Page 36 of Protector Unmatched

One hand holding her hip, he drove into her, deep and fast, just like she’d demanded it. Daphne’s moan broke the silence.

“Oh yes!” she cried out.

Pearce repeated his action, pulling out and sliding back into her. This time, he let go of her hip and brought his hand up to her torso, cupping one breast, squeezing it hard on the next thrust. Daphne pushed her ass back into his groin whenever he thrust forward, doubling the impact. Her hand was on his upper thigh now, holding on to him as if she wanted to force him to fuck her harder.

This was better than he’d hoped. Wilder. Harder. Faster. This was the kind of fucking he’d always dreamed of but never thought a woman like Daphne would like.

He shoved his free hand into her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her throat. “So you love being fucked like this?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.” He plunged harder and deeper. Squeezed her tits again and again. Tugged on her nipple, rubbed it between thumb and forefinger, while his cock thrust relentlessly. In and out. Faster and faster.

Sweat was building on his body, and every time they slammed together, back to front, sounds of passion filled the bedroom. He was glad that Enya was gone, because there was no way he could remain quiet tonight.

He turned Daphne’s face to him and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the same way he plunged his cock into her pussy. Relentless. Demanding. Passionate. When he ripped his lips from hers to take a breath, she moaned.

“Oh, Pearce, I’m so close.”

“I don’t want you to come yet,” he said. “I’m not done with you. I’m not done fucking you.”

He continued driving his cock into her, now letting go of her breast and grabbing her hip for better leverage. But he needed more. This wasn’t enough anymore.

He withdrew and flipped Daphne onto her stomach. A second later, he was behind her, pulled her hips up, and spread her legs wider. He got onto his knees and plunged his cock into her, holding on tightly to her hips so she couldn’t slip away.

“Oh God! That’s it! Pearce, that’s…” The rest of her sentence died.

He realized immediately why: Daphne was climaxing. He felt the waves of her orgasm crash against his cock, her interior muscles squeezing him in concert with her spasms. There was no escape for him. He let go of the last vestiges of his control. His cock exploded from the tip, filling the condom with his seed. His entire body spasmed; heat shot through him; waves of pleasure crashed over him and buried him. His body was shaking. If he had to walk right now, he knew he couldn’t. His legs wouldn’t work. It was a miracle he didn’t collapse immediately.

He managed to pull himself from her and flop next to her as she did the same, her head buried in the pillow. Somehow he managed to rid himself of the condom, but it was too much of an effort to snatch the duvet to cover them both. So they just lay there, breathing hard and utterly satisfied.

Their breaths were the only sounds in the room until Daphne finally lifted her head and turned it to him.

“You’re so not the shy computer geek,” she said.

“Guess my cover is blown.” He chuckled. “You still like me?”

She smiled then winked. “Actually, I like you even more now.”

His heart did a somersault. He would prove his colleagues wrong: his actions would change the future and save his life, because the way Daphne looked at him right now told him that she wouldn’t hurt him, let alone kill him.