Page 40 of Under The Greek's Protection

The sides of his mouth turn up as he answers, “I’m fine, but you won’t be later on tonight.”

I give him a daring look with my own devious smile. Alistair knows I can give, as good as I get. Our hot steamy nights are something we both looked forward to. Like the night they made it back to the condo from dealing with Trent.

He came into Nina and Zar’s condo on a mission. He told Devyn and me to get our things because we were going to our condo. We didn’t even get a chance to hear the details of what happened. Once back at the condo, Alistair made sure Devyn was good for the night before joining me in the bedroom.

“Didn’t I tell you to be naked when I got home,” he asked in a low, husky voice as he locked the door.

“Yes, you did, but we were still at Nina’s, and I didn’t know how long it would be before you returned,” I tried to explain.

Alistair’s eyes scan me from head to toe before he ordered, “Strip”

The dominance in his tone made my kitty purr. As I began to sensually remove my shirt, Alistair went and picked up the chair by the window. He brought it to a large space to the right of the bed and sat it down. He then picked up the universal remote and turned on the stereo. He tapped on the remote until the sound of Prince’s Adore came through the speakers.

After sitting the remote down, he sat in the chair and continued to watch me strip. By the time I was naked in front of him, Alistair had unleashed Frank. He was stroking him up and down with his cargo pants pushed to his knees, and his boots off. Fuck, that shit was hot! My pussy grew wetter. With his free hand, he beckoned for me to come to him.

When I reached him, he said, “I want my lap dance now.”

I began to swirl my hips, but he stopped me.

“No, I want you to give me a lap dance, with Frank inside of you,” he stated as he waved Frank.

I smiled wide as I placed my hands on his shoulders, planted each foot on the sides of his legs, then climbed up on the chair. We stared into one another’s eyes, as I began to lower myself. I bit my bottom lip when Alistair ran the head along my slit when I was low enough. Then, he aligned the head at my opening. Eyes still locked, I slowly started taking him in, inch by inch. The balls of the piercing gliding along my canal, added to the beautiful feeling of him within me. When only halfway in, I rose, causing both of us to moan, then slowly went down again. I did that a few more times until I had all of him buried deep inside of me.

Alistair laid his forehead against mine. “Dance for me, Η καρδι? μου.”

I placed my feet back on the floor and proceeded to wind my hips to the tempo of the music, while Prince hit his high notes. Alistair seized my hips as he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back onto the headrest. He dug into my skin, as I popped my pussy on his dick. I was so lost in pleasing my husband, Prince got tuned out as I quickened my pace, twirling, grinding, tightening my pussy muscles. I couldn’t stop the soul snatching orgasm that hit me.

“Alistair,” I screamed as I came.

He quickly hooked his arms under my knees and picked me up. His pants fell around his boots as he walked the short distance to the bed, still locked inside of me.

Alistair gently laid me on the bed, then brought my right leg across my body, literally maneuvering me to where I ended up on my stomach...all the while with Frank still snuggly in my womb. He then raised my hips to put me on my knees. After spreading them wide, he placed his large hand in the middle of my back, pressing my upper body down. I was totally face down, ass up. Alistair slapped my ass as he began to stroke in and out of me. I fisted the comforter in both hands, as he stretched me wide and I loved every moment of it.

He grunted as his thrusts became harder and faster. He slapped my ass again, but harder.

“The next time I tell your ass to be naked when I get home, you better be naked!”

I screamed into the comforter from the sting, and the pleasure. My honey pot was running over, and Alistair wasn’t letting up. Stepping out of his boxer and pants, Alistair climbed up on the bed, clutched my hips, and then started fucking me froggy style.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” I cried, as he reached around and played with my clit, drawing another toe curling orgasm from me. My legs shook as they were about to collapse, but he held me in that position as Frank swelled and he came. Our juices mixed together as he kept surging forward. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he collapsed on top of me.

“Damn,” he panted.

“Damn is right. Get your big ass off of me,” I gasped, giggling.

He took his time raising off of me, then swatted my ass. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. I’ll be ready for round two after that.”

I laughed as he got off the bed, then held out his hand to me. I took it, and he led me to the bathroom. Round two never made it to the bed, because he made love to me in the shower. When we did make it back to the bed, Alistair held me in his arms as we fell asleep.

“Hello, Hailey,” Alistair calls, breaking up my memory of that night. “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Smiling hard, I tell him, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I giggle as I pick up the pan of spaghetti. “Can you grab the bread and pitcher of tea?” Winking at him, I head for the dining room.

“You’re going to tell me what you were thinking about,” he yells, causing me to laugh harder.

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