Protect Me Not ((Un)Professionally Yours 2)

He groaned and—when he understood what was happening to her—he thrust himself even harder against her, wanting to make it last longer.

When her orgasm was finally over, she barely had time to be embarrassed by the swiftness of it. He gently set her down on her wobbly legs, only to tug her possibly ruined romper and undies all the way off. He kicked the bundle of fabric aside and unzipped his trousers, releasing himself into her waiting hands. She made an appreciative sound, fisted him with both hands and gave him a slow, tight stroke. Ty groaned and helplessly pushed himself into her tight hold, demanding more.

God, she should have expected a man of Ty’s size to be big, but the length and girth of his erection surprised her. It was beautiful. It arched up toward his navel, and throbbed wildly in time with his heartbeat. A study in deep reds, pinks and pale purples, lightly veined, the plump tip was slick with his pre-cum. She wondered what he would taste like, wondered if she had time for a sample.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, he was fumbling in his back pocket, before quickly producing his wallet. He dragged a condom out, his hands shaking almost uncontrollably, and tossed the wallet aside.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice tense and grim. “Do you want me?”

“Oh, God, yes please.”

She tried to help him ease the condom on, but he gently batted her hand away with a tight, “No. You’ll make me come.”

After a bit of fumbling and groaning as he struggled with the condom, he reached for her, his hands going to her waist. He easily lifted her…so much strength in that massive, beautiful body. Understanding what he wanted, she wrapped her legs around his waist again, unconcerned that he would drop her. Her arms were around his neck, hands entangled in his hair. He turned to brace his back against the door, and tilted his pelvis forward. He gripped her hips between those large, authoritative hands, and slotted the tip of his cock into place. She gasped when his thickness breached her channel, frantic for more.

He released her hips and crossed his arms around her back, big palms cupped over her shoulders, and pushed her slowly, inexorably down onto his length.

There was a moment’s discomfort, where she wondered if he would fit after all, and she whimpered softly. He made a soft breathless sound of agony, his face strained, eyes boring into hers. All focus and desperation.

“Jesus, you’re tight. Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he begged, and she nodded. Her damp hair was stuck to her neck and her forehead.

It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t quite believe it. She was stark naked in his arms, staked on his cock, while he stood, fully dressed, knees bent, and back braced against the door.

She turned her head and caught sight of their image reflected in the hallway mirror. The picture they presented was so erotic, she nearly came just from seeing them like that.

He groaned—the sound naked with relief and agony—when he finally slid all the way home. She lay her head on his shoulder for a couple of seconds, while her pussy spasmed wildly around him, adjusting to his size. In this position, he was in so deep, she felt uncomfortably full. But the longer they stood, the more her body stretched, and conformed to his.

Until it started to buzz and sing again.

She lifted her head and smiled up into his strained face. His eyes seemed to be begging her for something. Asking if she was okay. If he could move.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

His face contorted in relieved, tortured pleasure. His hands shifted from her shoulders to her butt, fingers digging in, as he began to lift and drop her on his length. Slow and shallow, up and down movements.

Vicki’s nails dug into his shoulders, and her mouth found his. He eagerly returned the kiss as his rhythm deepened and sped up.

He turned again, pinning her against the door, control gone, as he slammed into her. All grace and gentleness fleeing from the act as his primal instinct kicked in, and he chased his orgasm. He was a silent lover. Aside from Vicki’s eager moans, Ty’s heavy breathing, the slapping of flesh on flesh, and the wet sounds of their aroused bodies sliding against each other, were the only sounds in the room.

Because her first climax had been so hard and draining, she really wasn’t expecting a second one. But when he lifted her completely off his shaft and slid the slick tip of his hardness against her clit, before thrusting home again, Vicki screamed in genuine shock as she quite astonishingly found herself coming again. Massively. This orgasm easily eclipsing the first one.