Ch. 12

*Sky

This was all a mistake, right? Then why was her body begging for his touch? A rush of desire soaked her thong. He'd said he would protect her, and he did. Sky trusted him.

"You give yourself to me?" he asked.

His voice wrapped around her heart, locking it in a barbed fist. She gasped for air. "Yes."

He stroked the side of her breast with one finger, circling in to the nubbly skin of her nipple. Her breasts instantly tightened painfully. He was mesmerized by the sight. In an quick movement, he pulled his own tee-shirt over his head, then pulled her to the edge of the seat. He was on his knees.

She wrapped her hands in his hair. The dark waves, streaked with pure silver, tangled in her fingers. Her knees were parted for his narrow waist. His chest heaved for air and every muscle popped.

He was tense. It looked like he expected a fight. For a brief second, pure fear streaked through her chest—an old reflex around angry men.

But then she melted with heat. This was Joe. He would never hurt her. She arched her back to lift her breasts, inviting him to do more than look. Instead of taking them with his mouth, like she wanted, though, he lifted her hips. She stood. He undid the button on her cut-off jeans, and inch by inch, slowly lowered them to the floor. All that was left between him and her was her torn up fish-net hose and skimpy thong.

The trembling was back. This was a mistake. This was wrong.

This was fucking crazy.

He wasn't even fully human. She saw this man die on the concrete out back and then something reconstructed his head. Whoever, or whatever he was, he would fight for her. They had saved each other, and that was a wonderful feeling.

He was still kneeling in front of her. She cupped his square jaw to make him stand. Holding her hips, he drew her close. "I take you as my own. There will be no other besides you, ever."

"Joe, that's really sweet, but you don't have to make impossible promises," she said. "I know I'm not a forever kind of girl. Just promise yourself for now, it's enough for me."

He ran a gently finger down her back, along her spine and she had to hold his arm to not fall from shuddering so hard. They'd been alone for over a minute—the guys she dated as a teen would have already been in her. She almost let herself think of the other man who'd been alone with her, but she shoved the images out of her mind, coming back to the present.

To Joe. He was the only person in the world who mattered at that moment.

Anchored in the present, in her small room, she breathed him in. She mimicked his touch down his back, making him shudder in turn.

"I want to make you happy," he said. "You are small, soft and perfectly precious to me. I will be your fighter forever." His hands grasped her ass and he hooked his thumbs in the top of her hose and thong. In a heartbeat her last bits of clothing were off. She was completely naked.

For a second, she had the old reflex to try and cover her nearly smooth pussy. He drew away her hand. "No shame before me."

Kissing his way down her chest, he paused at the swell of one breast. "I said I want to make you happy. I intend to make you scream my name."

"Sorry, but I'm not a vocal sort—"

"His wet mouth covered her nipple and he sucked—hard. An electric jolt shot through her chest straight down to her pussy. Her sex quivered and clenched as if waking up for the first time in years. She must have gasped or moaned unconsciously because Joe moved to the other side and muttered the word good right before his lips clamped down. Another jolt shook her.

His hands moved from her ass to lift one foot to the vanity. Her breathing caught in her throat as his fingers dropped to brush her pussy lips. Then he teased her, stroking her. Little currents blazed through her core. She shook, belly tight. She wanted him to stop playing around. How much time did he need to decide he was ready?

"I want you now, Joe," she said, voice breaking.

"You will be mine," he said.

She sucked on her lower lip as he finally stripped. His jeans fell in a wadded pile next to her things. The memory of his naked body in her bathroom didn't do justice to the sculpted, masculine form in front of her. His V drew her eye to his erection, huge and proud. Was he more muscular than earlier?

He'd said something about being a fighter. She believed it. This body was made for action. When he didn't move, though, she took his bulging cock in her hand. Hand wrapped around it's width, she could feel the pulsing vein along the side and as she tugged his closer, another groan escaped his mouth. She bit her lip in anticipation, a flood of saliva hitting her mouth. She tried to pull him closer, wanting him between her legs.

But then he knelt in front of her. He buried his face in her pussy. He explored her folds up to her clit. The simultaneous sensations of the smooth slid of his tongue and the scratch of his stubble was a physical shock The pleasure was stronger than the electric jolt when he kissed her nipple. She jumped in place and would have made him stop, but he took her by the hips. Balancing one-legged, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He groaned, licking faster.

This was a whole new level of attention her lonely pussy had never had before.

This man knew what he was doing—as opposed to the fumbling boyfriends of her teen years. Her breathing picked up. Her head was spinning. His tongue probed her sex, exploring her depths, and whipping her into a frenzy of want. A low growl came from Joe's throat that wasn't entirely human.

It made her want him more.

She found her hips bucking in the air as she strained to take more of him inside her. From the club, the music grew louder in anticipation of the evening crowds. She let out a moan, high-pitched and needy, knowing that no-one would hear her. Joe gripped her hips harder and she gasped. His fingers would leave bruises. Good. She liked it a little bit rough.

The wet heat of his tongue created more molten heat inside her whole pussy. Deep in her core, a yearning sprang loose. Wild and uncontrollable. She wanted to fuck him now.

She hadn't wanted to fuck a man for over two years. And she might not ever want another one—this one wasn't even human. She needed him in her. She tried to put her foot down, thinking she'd make him lie back and she could crawl on top of him cow-girl style.

He wouldn't let her budge. He hooked her calf with an arm, holding her in place, keeping her captive to do his bidding. His tongue swirled on her clit and she squirmed, impatient.

"Not until you scream my name," he said, pausing for only a second. Then he sucked at her clit and a gushing wet sensation descended in her sex. Arching back, she moaned—louder than before. It felt free and decadent to express her pleasure for a change. She braced on the wall and fisted his hair at the top of his head.

"Make me," she hissed through clenched teeth, daring him to unhinge her completely.

He answered by licking his finger, then pressing it to the entrance of her sex. She rotated her hips. Yes, she wanted him inside. He rubbed along the edge at the opening, still teasing her, though, but with more and more pressure. Another flash of wetness sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She tightened her hold on his hair, using both hands.

He moaned and leaned forward to lap her pussy. At the same time, he pushed his finger deeper.

Not enough...

He must have read her mind, because the pressure increased as a second and then a third finger entered her, stroking the walls of her sex.

That yearning—that wild lust to have him broke loose. She called out his name before clamping shut her mouth to not scream. An orgasm budded in her pussy, coiling outwards through the rest of her body. It pulsed pure electric waves of pleasure.

She screamed his name.

His rock-hard cock pressed at her shuddering sex, and he steadied her hips for a moment. He slammed up into her. He was huge, stretching her in the best way. Gasping, she gave into the sensations that had control of her. The orgasm that was abating grew stronger again. Every thrust sent off a new wave that shook her. Every time he rammed his cock to the hilt, she cried out. She could only hold his shoulders and let him take her how he wanted.

She loved it.

She was wild and free.

She was his.

The length of his thrusts shortened. He was speeding up. His skin was slick with sweat as he pumped, every muscle straining. She called his name as another orgasm bloomed through her core. She dug her nails in his biceps. His masculine scent wrapped around her. She melted forward, letting him support her weight and take her where he wanted to go.

His hands moved her ass and hips in synch with his thrusts and the faint slap of their skin matched the thumping music from through the walls. With a groan, he pressed to the hilt of his huge cock in her sex and she sensed the spurting rhythm of his cum emptying into her.

Suddenly, she stiffened.

"Joe," she said, grabbing his face. "Did you put on a condom?"

*** Normally, I don't allow my heroes to make mistakes like this (although accidents have been known to happen), since health and happiness of both partners is vital to sexiness, so let's see what he says... Hit the star and keep reading for the final part of this excerpt!!! ***