Page 22 of Under The Greek's Protection

“What is that?” I screech, shooting up in the bed as I point to his private area.

Alistair creases his brow as he peers at me, then down to his manhood. “Oh this,” he says, placing his hands on his hips, then making it jump. “This is Frank, short for Frankfurter.”

I couldn’t help gawking at it. I know he said Frankfurter, but that thing needed to be called ‘Frank Footer’ because it has to be close to twelve inches long. He was making fun of Andre earlier by doing that limp walk, but seeing what he is working with, Alistair should be walking with a permanent limp himself. Leaning in closer, I see something shiny close to the head. Two small silver balls sat on the sides of it. Sweet baby Jesus! Slowly my eyes drift back up to Alistair’s.

He grins, then winks at me before informing, “That’s Prince Albert.”

My mouth falls open. This man actually sat there and let someone pierce his dick! Now I know for sure he is crazy. Silence comes out of my mouth as I try to speak.

“Al..Alistair, I’m going to need you to put some boxers on,” I say, when the words finally come out.

“I absolutely will not. This is how I sleep, so you’re going to have to get used to it,” he states, as he throws back the covers, and gets in. After pulling the covers over himself, Alistair gets comfortable closing his eyes as I stare down at him.

Suddenly, Allister sits up. Clapping his hands, and the light shut off, before he lays back down, closing his eyes again. This leaves me sitting in the dark with only the light from the television. Seriously, this man has a freaking Clapper in his room?! Had I known that, the light would’ve been off, sparing me from seeing his pierced one eyed monster.

Sighing, I lay onto the soft pillows. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his rock hard body. Before I can protest, Alistair whispers, “Go to sleep, nothing’s going to happen tonight.” Lord, help me.

Two hours later and I’m still awake, with the Sandman nowhere in sight. The reality show has been over and the inane infomercials have taken over. Alistair has loosened his grip on me, and now I’m able to move.

While laying here sleepless in Chicago, with his damn Prince Albert pressing into my lower back, his ass is peacefully slumbering away. I am beyond irritated, and sexually frustrated. Why should he rest in peace while I’m wide awake, looking at the next best little yellow pill that guarantees to cure erectile dysfunction?

Slowly sitting up, I look down at his handsome face. Alistair seems so normal in his sleep. Just looking at him in this state, no one would guess that an insane teddy bear hid behind those eyelids. Reaching for the pillow to the side of me, I take it in my hands, and press it upon his face, using all of my weight. It takes a few seconds, but Alistair begins to stir, kicking the covers off of himself. Try as I might, I’m not strong enough to hold it on him. He snatches the pillow from my hands, throwing it to the foot of the bed.

“Woman, what the hell is wrong with you,” he barks, breathing heavily. “Were you seriously trying to kill me?” He glares at me, rubbing his nose.

“Kill you, no. Make you suffer because I can’t sleep, yes,” I state, irritated.

Alistair squints his eyes at me. “So, because I can sleep and you can’t, you try to smother me? And they say I’m the crazy one.”

“I’m not crazy. How do you expect me to sleep with that damn thing poking into my back,” I counter, pointing to his exposed massive member?

“I’d beg to differ. If Frank was bothering you, all you had to do was reach back and move him to the side,” Alistair mumbles, readjusting the pillows behind his head, looking up at the television that’s still talking about erectile dysfunction. “What the hell are you watching?”

“I bet you’d just love that, and for your information, I wasn’t watching it, it was just on. Plus, the remote is on your side of the bed, and I didn’t feel like getting up to get it, nor crawl over you,” I reply, laying back.

Alistair reaches over and picks up the remote from the nightstand and holds it out to me. When I go to take it from him, he drops it on the bed, seizes my wrist, and pulls me halfway onto his chest.

“I would absolutely love it if you touched Frank,” he hoarsely says, taking my other hand and dragging it down his muscled chest.

“Wha, what are you doing,” I stammered.

He smiles with heated eyes as he replies, “I’m introducing my wife to her new best friend. Just relax, he won’t hurt you, unless you want him to.” The huskiness of his voice, to the soft velvety feel of his skin under my fingertips, has me biting my bottom lip as my breaths become shallow. My eyes widen when he guides my hand along his long shaft, then up the piercing. Alistair hissed as he wrapped my hand around it, squeezing the head. I watch with amazement, as it literally comes to life in my hand. Without his help, I began to stroke it from the head to the base.

“Hailey,” he beckons, using his fingers to turn my head.

I continue to slowly jerk him off, as I bring my focus to his handsome face. Alistair releases my wrist, and grips the back of my hair, pulling me down to his lips. My body feels like it's exploding on the inside, as he hungrily devours my mouth. I wildly kiss him back, swirling my tongue around his. I hum with need, as I begin to slide my hand up and down his shaft faster. Alistair raises his hips on every down stroke.

Tightening his grip on my hair, he rips his lips away from mine, tilting my head to the side, then sensuously licks my neck before nipping it. So much for changing into fresh shorts, because these are just as drenched.

Alistair’s powerful hand seals around mine again, stopping me mid stroke. His warm breath and beard tickle my skin. He slowly removes my hand from his rock hard dick, placing it on his chest. Alistair says nothing as he draws his head back, locking eyes with me. With his free hand, he reaches over to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out a strip of XXL condoms. He bites the tip of the first one, and tears it from the others, and sits them on the nightstand. Never breaking eye contact, he rips the condom open, taking the latex out. Alistair then spits the wrapper to the side.

As he begins to roll the condom over the head, I whisper, “Alistair, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to take all of you.” Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no punk, but I’ve never been with anyone remotely close to Alistair’s girth or size. I want to see what Prince Henry feels like, but at the same time, I’d like to keep my insides intact.

“Do you know that for every man created, there is a woman created just for him? Together, they complete each other in every way. He is her strength, and she is the calm to his storm.” He gently rolls me over onto my back, then undresses me, tossing my shorts and t-shirt to the side. Next, he slides his large frame between my legs. “When God sends a man his most beautiful creation, his most precious gift, the woman he has created specifically for that man, he puts them together...a perfect match.” He kisses my left cheek, then the right, as his hand caresses my skin, moving down between us. “She is made for him and him only, just as he is for her.” Alistair takes hold of his dick, parting my pussy lips with the head. We moan in unison as the ball of the piercing grazes my swollen clit, as he glides the head back and forth, coating it with my slick essence. “You were made for me, Hailey.” He slides the head down to my slick opening, teasing it as he pushes it in, stretching me open before pulling it out to continues to get me ready for him. “And because you were made for only me, you can take all of me.” I moan as my eyes rolled to the back of my head when he surges forward, entering me in one hard thrust. Alistair growls as I dig my nails into his back, locking my legs around him, and holding on for dear life from the sting of pain. I feel like a virgin all over again. Hell, maybe I was still one. I have never felt this full, and I swear Frank is touching places no other man has ever reached.

“Relax, Η καρδι? μου (my heart),” Alistair tenderly says, giving me time to adjust to his size. “I will never hurt you, Hailey. I only want to love and protect you.” He seizes my lips, as he slowly withdraws. I moan from the sensation of the piercing along my walls. Dear God. With only the tip still inside me, Alistair passionately kisses me as he drives forward again; my greedy pussy taking all of him. His strokes are long and deep, as if he was marking my pussy. The way Alistair has my body burning for him right now, he can mark every inch of my body.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Alistair moans, quickening his pace.

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