Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

I move them back to her entrance. Her body is shaking so hard that I’m surprised she hasn’t fallen off the table already. I reach up to put a hand on her leg, holding her in place. Then I circle her entrance with one wet finger, teasing it.

“Oh please, fuck, just do it,” Allison moans.

“When I’m ready,” I promise.

I circle it twice more, then, without warning, I plunge my finger into her body. Her body sucks the digit in as she writhes and moans, and I thrust it in and out, watching as it disappears into her. I curve my finger, stroking her inner walls, and she falls back against the table them with a sharp gasp.

Then I wriggle another finger in beside it, scissoring them in and out, crooking them as I search for that one spot that will make Allison scream. I move them around, thrusting the digits in as deeply as I can, hitting gold when Allison’s entire body jolts with a loud cry.

“Looks like I found it,” I say, satisfied.

“Do that again!” she groans.

I pull my fingers out and thrust them back in, and she’s like Jell-O on the table, unable to do anything other than feel my fingers moving in and out. Her hips jerk down to meet my thrusts, trying to force more of me in but, long as my fingers are, they aren’t long enough. She wants more, and I know that.

But she wants to feel, too, and I’m willing to draw this out for as long I can, until the only memory left in her head is me.

“What do you want, Allison?” I ask.

“More,” she sobs. Her hands find my head and she tangles her fingers in my messy hair. “I want more!”

I grin. I can give her more. I remove my fingers and her hips jerk downward, disappointed at the loss. I push her legs back even further so I can lean my head in. Her body is so hot it feels like a furnace, and I blow on her fluttering entrance, making her jerk.

“What are you…?” she gasps.

And then my mouth is on her, my tongue wriggling inside her body, and she falls silent.

“…Fuck,” she whispers under a long moment, her entire body going boneless, helpless against the waves of pleasure that she’s feeling.

I lap at her entrance, licking and sucking, my tongue swirling around the walls inside her. It’s thicker than my fingers, though not as long, but I know she’s feeling every ridge of my tongue as her walls clamp around me. I hold her hips in place, stopping them from jerking down, massaging the skin with my thumbs.

“Shit, oh shit,” she cries, panting. “Kyle…too much! Kyle…!”

That’s okay. Too much is more than okay. Too much means that she isn’t thinking about Jesse anymore, that her only thoughts are of me and

what I’m doing to her. If that’s the case, then I’m more than fine with bringing her over the edge again and again and again. I’ll catch her every time and drag her back up into my arms, where she’ll never have to worry about Jesse again.

Allison is tugging at my hair now, her body trembling with need. My tongue isn’t quite enough, she needs more, but her body is still being wracked with pleasure, leaving her little room to consider anything else. It’s just me and her, nothing else.

Finally, though, I pull away. She’s panting, her chest heaving, her robe falling open on the table. My dick is hard in my jeans, pressing uncomfortably against the denim. Slowly, uncomfortably, I stand. I lean over Allison, now lying on the table with her legs dangling over the edge, bracing my arms on either side of her head.

“Do you want more?” I ask, my voice low.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck, yes, please.”

I grin. She’s thinking only of me and what I can do with her. She isn’t thinking about Jesse. She isn’t thinking about the photos. It’s just me.

I’ll make sure it stays that way for now.

Chapter Sixteen

Allison

I know I’m using Kyle right now. And Kyle knows I’m using him, too. He’s known it since he pushed me away and asked me if this is definitely what I want. I was afraid that he was going to make me stop and think about all this.

But he didn’t. And I’m grateful, because I can think about it all later. Right now, I just want to feel everything Kyle will give me, to erase the thoughts of Jesse and whatever vendetta he has right now from my mind.

Kyle pulls back from me, his lips glistening with the moisture from my vagina, and my chest heaves as I pant at the sight. The feeling of his tongue inside me was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Jesse had never done that to me before. It was wonderful and overwhelming and too much and not enough, all at once.