Page 59 of Ruthless Protector

Jude cursed and my eyes shot up to his. His nostrils flared before he shoved his underwear down. He came down on top of me, his big body covering mine; hot, smooth skin, coarse chest hair. His scent surrounded me and my legs opened wider to accommodate the size of him. I felt feminine under him, small. I was small compared to him.

His mouth came down on mine, tongue thrusting roughly against mine. No finesse, no teasing, just pure need. Then his fingers were in my hair, fisting, tilting my head the way he wanted it, taking the kiss deeper. I had one leg curled high on his back, the other across the backs of his solid thighs, and I used his body as leverage, lifting my hips, closing the small distance, and ground against him.

He tore his mouth from mine and one of his hands slid down between my breasts and over my belly as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his scalding hot mouth, sucking hard. I arched, rolling up against him again, close to losing my mind.

I didn’t think it could get much better, and then he slid one thick finger through my slick folds and pushed it inside.

“Fuck!” I cried. He surrounded me, overwhelmed me, had me thrashing beneath him, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

He swirled his tongue around my aching nipple and lifted his head, looking down at me. “So tight, baby.”

He watched me as he worked me with that thick finger, not looking away when he slid in a second, dark fire in his eyes as I whimpered and squirmed. He was readying me for him. I’d only gotten a glimpse of his cock before he came down on top of me, but I could feel it digging into my thigh, had rubbed up against it more than once, and he was bigger than any guy I’d ever been with.

Our size difference was substantial, and honestly, that turned me on as well.

I’d had to be responsible, in charge, taking care of things I hadn’t been ready for, most of my life. I liked that with Jude, it didn’t have to be. He took charge, and I liked it more than I thought I would. It was crazy, but giving him that power, it was empowering.

I lifted a hand, and gripped the side of his thick throat, my breathing nothing but needy pants now, my nerve endings sparking, that feeling, that edge, building again.

“Please, Jude, now.”

The muscle in his jaw jumped. “I’m getting you ready, baby. You’re small, don’t wanna hurt you.”

I was wetter than I could ever remember being, already close to coming again. I was ready, more than ready. “Can you feel how much I want you, need you? I’m ready, God, so ready.”

He cursed, and his free hand shot out, yanking open the bedside drawer, and he pulled out a condom. His fingers slid out of me, and I shuddered, my hips rolling all on their own. I felt so damn empty. I watched as he rolled the latex on his hard cock, then fist it. I spread wider for him and then the fat head was at my opening, and we were both panting as he started to push inside.

We both groaned as he got deeper, stretched me wider.

“Fuck. Fuck, beautiful. I’m gonna hurt you.” He started to shake. He was resting on his elbows above me and his biceps started jumping. “I want to fuck you so hard, Willa, but I need to warm you up more.”

“I’m okay…”

He pulled out carefully, and before I could protest further, rolled to his back, picked me up off the mattress, and draped me over him.

“Like this,” he said. “I can’t go as deep like this, not until you’re ready.”

My upper body was laying against his, his legs spread, and those big hands were on my thighs, holding them together as he slipped back inside me.

I dropped my forehead to his chest on a moan as he tilted his hips, giving me a little at a time. I was so wet and turned on, I had to bite my lip when every move he made rubbed my clit against the base of his cock. Slowly, he worked that big cock deeper and deeper, until I could accommodate almost all of him.

I wanted more, was ready for more, so I shoved my thighs open.

His automatically came together and he slid all the way in.

“Shit.” I didn’t recognize my own voice in that moment, didn’t recognize myself. I just knew I needed more of Jude, needed all of him. Planting my hands on his chest, I lifted myself up, and started to ride his massive body.

Jude’s hands went to my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, his expression fierce. His hungry dark gaze moved over me, down to where he was sliding in and out of my pussy.

Then that wasn’t enough either, and I swung my legs forward, feet going to either side of his waist, and planted my hands on his thighs so I could lean back. Giving him a view I hoped he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

“Christ," Jude barked, grabbing my ankles and thrusting up hard to meet me. “So hot, beautiful. So fucking hot.” We rode each other like that until one of his hands slid up my thigh, his thumb brushing my exposed clit.

My inner walls spasmed and I clamped down on his cock, so damn hard. He cursed and sat up, one arm curling around my waist, bringing me down with force on his cock, and I cried out, coming so hard my ears were ringing and light was flashing behind my eyelids. I screamed his name and he shoved me to my back onto the mattress, came down on top of me, and started fucking me hard and fast, and so damn deep.

His grunts filled my head, an agonized sound that was so damn sexy I didn’t think I’d ever get sick of hearing it. I was still pulsing helplessly around his cock when he buried his face against the side of my throat and groaned, rolling against me, thrusting, fucking me through his orgasm, setting off aftershocks that had me tearing at his back and whimpering.

He rolled to his side as soon as his cock stopped pulsing inside me, taking me with him, holding me against his side, his monster chest pumping and eyes shut. I couldn’t take mine off him. His skin was hot, and he smelled like sex and leather. Everything about him was comforting, comfortable, and I couldn’t make myself move. I just wanted to stay there a little longer, rest for a little while.