Protect and Serve by Kat Jackson Page B

inner wall beneath my stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never experienced, and I lost myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation, trying to ride his hand.
     
    “You think you’re so strong, but there are some things in life you just can’t control. You can’t control me, Chandra. You can’t even control yourself, can you?”
     
    “Oh, fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his fingertip, trying against all odds to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath my clitoris, rolling over it in time with the soft thrusts of his hand.
     
    Now he was giving me more than I could handle, whereas a moment before, he hadn’t been giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my orgasm swelling, rushing in to envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther out to sea.
     
    “Come for me, Chandra,” he ordered, knowing full well that really, I had no choice. “Just let go.”
     
    The muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. This was happening. I was letting this man claim me in a way no other man ever had. My scalp sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my hair back again, his finger working even more insistently inside me, pressing up gently against my g-spot. Tension poured out from my core.
     
    I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the pleasure rolling out between my thighs. My skin tingled and goosebumps flushed across my body, along with an intolerable swell of heat and desire.
     
    “Oh, God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a bit too loudly. There was no holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar plexus to every single extremity of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching down forcefully on his finger, milking it like I was ready to take a load from his cock. His hand released my hair, reaching around and clamping down over my mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold back in the face of overwhelming bliss.
     
    I’d never had an orgasm like this in my life. Not even my well-worn shower massager at home could match this. Nathan had driven me to new heights, delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled touched. I never wanted to come down.
     
    My descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed against his palm as I reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing to my knees, my forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall as I gasped for air.
     
    Reality struck me like a brick to the face. What had I just done?
     
    “God, your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips for me,” Nathan murmured, still standing behind me. “I’ve never touched a woman who reacted quite so eagerly before…”
     
    I pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly toward him, my knees aching against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse, but I had other, more important things than that to focus on.
     
    Oh, God…
     
    Nathan was standing before me, his perfectly tanned musculature on display as he stroked his hard, thick cock. Today seemed a day of firsts—in the same way that I’d never had a man work me like Nathan did, I’d also never seen a dick quite like his before.
     
    It was teeming with prominent, throbbing veins, and my heart skipped a beat to think they were pulsing for me , that they were filled with longing for my body. His tip was flushed with desire, glistening with a dollop of precum oozing out and dribbling along the ridge. His heavy balls were tight, swinging stiffly with each pass of his hand along his shaft. I knew he was hungry for it, that despite the control he pretended to have, his lust was only a few more strokes away from getting the better of him.
     
    And me.
     
    “See something you like?” he asked, that cocky trademark smirk spreading across his face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: punch him upside his head or suck his incredible cock.
     
    Both, I realized. I wanted to do both.
     
    “Go ahead, Chandra,” he urged