Page 77 of Protect Me
He pulls me in close and grins, a carnal smile that sets my heart on fire. “Good girl.” Duncan lifts and carries me toward the couch. He sets me down next to the arm of it and steps back a few steps.
“Take your clothes off," he orders—just like Bracken did. Except, unlike Bracken, I know this won’t be gentle and easy to help me adjust. Duncan’s vulnerability earlier only solidified what I already sensed about him. His need to dominate is part of who he is. Giving him control is the best gift I can offer to a man like that.
Thrill coursing through my veins, I slowly peel my sports bra off and toss it to the side. Duncan’s gaze grows hungry. So I turn to show him my back as I push my shorts down, bending over and showing my ass as I let them hit the floor.
Duncan rushes forward and pushes me over the arm of the couch, propping my ass up like a fucking buffet. “This is how I’ve pictured you,” he says as he grips my ass with both hands, kneading the muscle. “Bared for me. Crying out as you come. Gasping when I slip into this tight fucking ass.”
I let out a soft moan as his hands slip between my thighs.
“Would you let me do that?” he asks huskily. “Fill you in every way possible?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
“But is it whatyouwant, Sway?”
The very fact that he asks that, that he cares enough to make sure I’m not simply agreeing out of fear of losing him means the world to me. And I’m as surprised as he is when I reply, “Yes.”
Duncan’s hot breath fans over the insides of my thighs as he buries his face between my legs. I cry out when his tongue closes over my swollen clit. He sucks, pulling it into his mouth and gently nipping with his teeth.
“Yes! Oh my—yesss!” I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. I come hard, but Duncan doesn’t let up. He slips a finger inside of me even as he continues stroking my clit with his tongue. He slides it in and out, the wet friction so damned delicious.
“That feel good, baby?” he asks as he slowly fucks me with his fingers.
“Yes.”
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “Do you want me? You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I reply, breathless.
“Who are you thinking about right now?”
“You.”
“Not my brothers?”
“No.”
“Good. This is my time. You can think about all of us when we’re all fucking you, baby, but my cock had better be the only one on your mind right now.”
“It is,” I promise. My pussy is throbbing, my release dripping down my legs. I don’t know that I’ve ever been this wet because, while Duncan is the main one on my mind, I cannot help but picture all three of them doing what he is.
“You’re ready for me,” he says in a tone that’s both a question and a command.
“Yes,” I pant.
He withdraws his finger and picks me up, setting me on my knees on the cushion so my breasts are against the back of the couch. “Spread your legs.”
I obey, sliding my legs further apart as he kneels on the couch behind me. He takes his dick and rubs it against my clit, stroking me with his hard length. Then, he slides into me from behind. I cry out, arching back into him as he fills me.
I’m so fucking turned on that any soreness I’d had is gone from my mind. Vanished as he slides out of me and back in, fucking me with measured control that I so desperately want him to let go of. Duncan grips my breast with one hand, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as the other hand slides down to my clit. He strokes it for a moment then pulls his hand back and slides his fingers between my ass cheeks.
I gasp when he presses against the tight hole, and when he slips a wet finger inside, I come undone.
“Fuck yes, baby. You like that, don’t you?”
“Oh my—fuck yesss,” I moan.
He removes his hand from my breast and shoves me into the back of the couch, pinning me there as he increases the pace, fucking me like it’s our last day on earth. He keeps his finger in my ass, and the pressure there is far more delicious than Ieverwould have thought possible. The control in him is long gone now, and knowing he’s finally let go with me sends me careening right off the edge of the cliff.