The Protector (Game of Chance, #1)

Except now she was under him. Gloriously naked. And he’d never seen anything, anyone, as beautiful. She was all woman. She wasn’t stick thin, had curves in all the right places. Her tits were more than handfuls—and he had big hands. Her stomach had an adorable little pooch that he couldn’t wait to explore. Her thighs were thick . . . but it was her pussy that currently had his attention.

He scooted down her body and lowered his head, needing to inhale her essence. He shoved his shoulders between her thighs and grabbed her ass, tilting her up to meet him. Inhaling deeply, Chappy felt his cock twitch hard. It knew where it wanted to be. Buried deep inside her body. But it would have to wait. Chappy’s mouth wanted a turn with her pussy first.

He took a moment to look up, past the hills and valleys of her torso and into her eyes. Carlise had propped herself on her elbows and was staring back at him. He loved that she wanted to watch what he was doing.

Who was he kidding? He loved everything about her.

The way her eyes had sparkled when he’d come on her tits wasn’t something he was going to forget anytime soon. She’d loved it. Not all women enjoyed that kind of thing. But messy sex was Chappy’s favorite. And like he’d told her—she was it for him. Period. If things didn’t work out—a thought that had his heart rate increasing—he suspected he’d never have sex with anyone else. No one could replace her; he had no doubt whatsoever.

“Riggs?” she asked with a small smile. “Are you going to do something down there or just stare at me?”

“Oh, I’m going to do something. I’m just prolonging the moment. The anticipation of tasting your sweet pussy for the first time.”

Redness bloomed in her cheeks, which Chappy thought was adorable.

“Hang on,” he warned.

“To what?” she said with a laugh.

“Me.” Then he lowered his head once more. He ran his tongue between her inner folds, her musky flavor bursting on his tastebuds, making him desperate for more. He felt her hands brush through his hair and smiled before getting back to work.

Within moments, she was writhing in his hold as he sucked and licked, paying special attention to her clit. It wasn’t long before the small bundle of nerves emerged from behind its protective hood, giving him better access to drive her crazy. Her juices were soon covering his face, and Chappy almost came again, just knowing how turned on she was.

Pulling back, he slowly impaled her with one of his fingers, marveling at the sight of her muscles squeezing him as she clenched around his digit. She was tight, and hot, and so damn slick, he had no doubt she’d be able to take him without any issues.

He pulled his finger out and couldn’t resist bringing it to his lips to lick it clean. “Delicious,” he moaned before slowly inserting it back into her body. He finger-fucked her gently, fascinated by how easily her body opened up for him.

She groaned above him. “Riggs,” she pleaded.

“Yeah?” he asked distractedly.

“Inside me. I want you inside me.”

“I am,” he said calmly, adding a second finger to the first.

“More! I want your cock.”

The appendage in question jerked again. If he hadn’t been pressed up against the mattress, Chappy had a feeling he’d be in jeopardy of coming right then and there. Hearing Carlise talk dirty drove him wild.

“You’re going to get it, sweetheart. But you aren’t quite ready yet.”

“I am,” she insisted.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Chappy said. “I need you wetter. I need you to come first.”

To his surprise, one of her hands flew down between her legs. “Fine. Then I’ll come,” she panted before she began to strum her clit.

Seeing her masturbate up close and personal was more of a turn-on than Chappy had ever thought it could be. His fingers were still inside her, and he could feel her pulsing around him as Carlise brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Her scent changed slightly as she neared the edge, and Chappy held his fingers still as he memorized the way she was touching herself. Making notes for the future. Her legs widened and her hips thrust upward as she came, and Chappy’s heart was beating just as fast as it had earlier, when he’d had his own orgasm.

She immediately removed her fingers from her clit, but Chappy wanted—no, needed—more. He twisted his fingers and searched for that little spongy spot inside her body, even as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.

Carlise shrieked and grabbed hold of his hair so hard it hurt, but Chappy could only smile through the slight pain as he prolonged her orgasm.

Her leg muscles shook uncontrollably, and he felt her abs tense. She was so beautiful in the throes of her pleasure, it was all Chappy could do not to come right then and there himself. Except he needed to be inside her when he orgasmed again. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel her muscles squeezing his cock the way they were gripping his fingers.

When she whimpered, he eased off. There would be a time and place to push her over the edge again and again, forcing her to come for him repeatedly, but this wasn’t it. He needed to become one with this woman. Show her how much she meant to him. Treasure her.

Moving quickly, not letting her come all the way down from her orgasm, Chappy reached for the condom he’d placed on the edge of the mattress earlier. He swore when he tried to tear it open, because his fingers were slick with her juices, and he couldn’t get a good grip on the foil. Eventually he used his teeth to rip it open, and he quickly rolled the condom onto his cock. Then he draped her knees in the crooks of his elbows, spreading her wide.

He looked down at her pussy, which was gaping and glistening. He’d done that. He’d prepared her to take his cock.

He looked from her pussy to her hard nipples to her face. She was breathing hard and staring up at him in awe. He saw the love in her eyes, and it almost made him lose it before he got anywhere close to being inside her.

“Yes?” he couldn’t help but ask again. He wanted to be certain she wanted him. He’d never take a woman without her permission.

“Yes!” she practically shouted.

Grinning, Chappy lined up his rock-hard cock with her pussy and began to push inside. He didn’t need to guide himself into her body; he was hard enough not to need any assistance whatsoever. His smile fell into a moan as the head of his cock was engulfed in the hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure to enter.

Precome spurted inside the condom, and he gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to last. This felt too good. Too much like coming home.

But then Carlise’s hands moved to his ass, and she gripped him hard, pulling him closer. “More! I want all of you.”

That was it. Her words were all it took for him to be completely and totally hers.

He pushed all the way inside her body without stopping, until his pubic hair meshed with hers. Then he shifted, wanting to be even deeper. His cock throbbed almost painfully. The pleasure that swam up the small of his back, up his spine, down his arms, making them shake, was almost too much for him to handle.

His balls were pulled up so close to his body, it was a wonder he hadn’t lost it yet.

“You feel so good. I’m so full. I love this, Riggs. You have no idea.”

Her words were hot against his ear. He hadn’t even realized he’d dropped his torso to bury his face in her neck. Lifting his head, he stared at her, wanting to make sure she wasn’t hurting as he slowly moved his hips backward, then slid home once again.

He saw no pain on her face, only pleasure.

“Yes. Riggs! More. Move! Faster, please.”

He was happy to oblige. He kept a steady pace—in and out, in and out—loving the way her body moved under his. She wasn’t lying there passively; her hips were undulating, the pace increasing quickly, as if that would make Chappy move faster in turn.

He still held her knees in his arms, so she was almost folded in half under him. Every thrust made her tits jiggle, and his mouth watered with the need to eat at her nipples as he fucked her. But he wasn’t a contortionist, couldn’t quite reach them while he was inside her. There would be time later for him to feast.

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