Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

“No, you won’t,” she says confidently.

That, right there, is worth more than gold. I knew she trusted me before now, but it was only because I was the only one she felt she could rely on to protect her from Jesse since I’ve already done it once. Now, though, Jesse isn’t around, and she’s trusting me just because I’m me.

I groan.

“You’re killing me here,” I tell her.

“Good,” she whispers into my ear, her breath blowing against my earlobe. “Maybe you’ll hurry up then.”

I want this woman so badly that I’m almost going to burst with need. Her bedroom door is closed and I stop, pressing her up against it, kissing her deeply. She kisses back just as hungrily, our tongues tangling with each other, and I fumble for the doorknob. When I find it, I pull away from the door slightly and open it, not wanting to fall inside.

I avoid the open boxes on the ground, which are exactly where I saw them last on Saturday, and we fall down onto the bed. I settle between her legs, which are still wrapped tightly around me, and brace myself over her, our chests almost touching. She’s still wearing her underwear, and it needs to go.

“Your bra,” I say huskily. “You never finished your show.”

“Want me to finish?” she asks with a wink. “Step back then.”

She loosens her legs and I take two steps back. She props herself up on her elbows, her eyes meeting mine as one of her hands slowly drifts behind her. I hear a soft click and then the bra falls loose. Her gaze never leaving mine, she slowly pulls her arms out, and allows the bra to drop to the floor with a muggle whump. Then she leans back again.

“You first,” she says, her eyes drifting down to my boxers.

I’m about to kick them off, and then I pause. Then, slowly, I hook my thumbs in the waistband and tug ever so slightly at them. Her breath catches.

She isn’t the only one who can give a show.

I wriggle the waistband down my hips. Every part of me is telling just to hurry up, to shove them down and make this quick. But Allison is watching me with wide eyes, and the self torture is worth the hungry look on her face as my cock slowly jumps free and I bend over to push the boxers down my legs.

Then I stand, completely naked. I try to talk, but my mouth is dry. I clear my throat and try again.

“Your turn,” I tell her.

To my surprise, she drops back, angling her head so that she can still see me. She smiles and hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, copying what I did, and slowly shimmies them off her hips, arching her back off the bed so that she can do it. Then she sits up, bending over to slowly push the material down her legs, looking up through her curtain of hair to watch me with a sultry smile. The panties drop to the floor.

There’s a bit of silence. And then I explode forward, my arms going around her and my lips meeting hers. Her hands are going everywhere, leaving trails off fire in her wake as she kisses back, biting my lip and then mapping out the inside of my mouth with her tongue, fighting with mine. I pant against her, cupping her breasts in my hands and kneading the soft skin, making her groan against my mouth.

Her hands find my penis and she grips it hard, tugging on it slowly, and my entire body shudders, not prepared for the sensation. The rest of the world drops away. There’s only Allison and her touch.

“Fuck,” I moan against her lips.

I push her legs apart and step between them. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and her ankles curl around my knees until I’m almost pressed against her, only her arms in the way as she touches me and tugs relentlessly on my cock. She’s going to drain me dry before we even get to the best part. My legs tremble.

As much as I want release, I don’t want it like this. I plant my hands on her shoulders and push her back, making her fall flat onto the bed, her hands slipping off me. I step in closer, our groins meet, and we both groan as our hips buck toward each other.

“I told you I wanted to fuck you hard,” I growl. “I want to come deep inside you.”

“Fuck, then do it,” Allison groans, throwing her head back, her legs falling open even further to give me room to move.

She’s so beautiful in every way. I look at her through lust-filled eyes, seeing how she’s splayed out on the bed for me, her chest heaving with passion, and all I want is to take her in every way possible, to touch her and ruin her and drive her over the edge of sanity. I surge forward, guiding my penis toward her, and circle her entrance with the tip.

“Oh god,” she whimpers. “Just fucking do it, already!”

I slowly slide into her. I want to slam forwards like I did the other day, but I stop myself before I can, panting with the effort of waiting. I don’t want this to be like that day, when we rushed through it just to feel as much as possible, to slam all memory of Jesse from Allison’s head. This time I want her to feel every inch of me as I slide into her, to know that I’m the only thing she needs to think about as I enter her.

It seems that Allison isn’t the only one who has a small possessive streak.

“Shit,” Allison cries, writhing beneath me until I’m seated fully in her.

The muscles inside her are pulsing, hot and heavy, and I pant, trying to calm myself before I release straight away. The feeling of her clenching around me is amazing, and I almost don’t want to move. I just want to sit there and feel her all around me, to know that we’re connected so intimately.