Protect and Serve by Kat Jackson Page A

his thumbs.
     
    Was I really doing this? His words echoed in my mind:
     
    What do you want, Chandra?
     
    My mind was muddled by the dull ache still pulsing through my pussy and the insane desire welling up from every part of my body, but I tried to think of an answer to his question. Did I want this? Was I ready for it? Would it even be right? I was supposed to be protecting the witness, not fucking his brains out—I was fairly certain that last bit went against some unspoken witness protection rule.
     
    A thought occurred to me just then, a silly one, but a justification for my desire nonetheless: what would “Lawanda” do?
     
    “I want you inside me,” I whispered at last. The words tasted bittersweet as they left my lips, as though I’d given up the advantage in exchange for fulfilling my most primal need.
     
    It was also the sexiest thing I could come up with. My life hadn’t exactly been full of incredible sexual experiences. I’d run through a couple of half-assed boyfriends who didn’t know how to handle a strong black woman, and they sure as hell didn’t make me feel the way Nathan was making me feel right now. Every nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as his hand swept in slow motion back down over my hip and around my ass toward my inner thigh, I let out the loudest moan of my life.
     
    “Shh… Your friends might be listening,” Nathan whispered, his fingertips moving upward and over the molten swell of my sensitive folds. I bit my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood as he released a soft but sensual grunt, my hips bucking against his skilled fingertips.
     
    “You have such a perfect pussy,” he told me. It made my whole body quiver.
     
    “Please, Nathan,” I begged, struggling to keep my voice low. But he ignored my pleading, his hand slipping up beneath my wetness and sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting through my body, making the hair on my arms and nape stand on end.
     
    I couldn’t take much more of this torture. As delicious as it was, it had been too long since I’d had a man inside of me. I was desperate for it, aching for it, my tight channel squeezing and throbbing as I thought of what it might feel like to have Nathan Hale invade it. I’d seen how impossibly thick his dick was. I was sure he’d fuck me in half, if I let him.
     
    And I wanted to. Oh, God, I wanted to.
     
    I tried to pull back from the wall, to spin myself around and force myself on him, but Nathan held my hips firm and made it clear I wasn’t moving. He stared into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze stealing a whimper from my lungs.
     
    “Fuck me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do it. Please don’t make me wait…”
     
    “No,” he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. I moaned, trailing off into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”
     
    “Let me suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice dripping with sex as his fingers explored me, rolling soft circles around my delicate nub. I could feel a certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my hips, the kind that pulled my belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle against Nathan’s hard, hungry body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased and tantalized that spot, never providing quite enough friction for me to fully release.
     
    “You can’t handle it, can you, Chandra? You’re so used to being in control. All you want to do is call the shots,” he said, a finger slipping inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. It certainly wasn’t as thick as his massive cock was, but it was better than nothing at all, and I reveled in the sensation of finally being filled. He was playing my body like a musical instrument, his free hand sliding up and wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before pulling my head backward and forcing my back to arch even further.
     
    It was unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body bowed against the wall as my arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the