Page 68 of Sheltered by the Lawman

He reached over to the nightstand, dug out a condom and with quick work, he had it opened and sheathing his erection.

In invitation, she opened her legs wide to him and he lowered his hips, touching her with his wide tip. Easing himself past the tight barrier, he groaned and buried his head into the pillow. He went slow at first, allowing her body to accept him, not hurrying her. She lost her patience because she lifted her hips, drawing him deeper. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she followed his rhythm, taking him closer to release.

He enveloped one swollen nipple with his mouth and she arched, making sweet whimpering sounds. “You’re a perfect woman, my love,” he whispered against her skin. “Perfect for me.”

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She was more amazing than he thought possible. He moved his cock in and out of her tiny, pink core, controlling the needed to spill himself.

“Faster,” she begged.

Any faster and he was going to explode. “Slow down, baby. Time is of the essence.” He lifted her hair from her neck and kissed the slender chord of delicate skin as he eased himself deeper into her channel. She arched her back and her firm breasts pressed his chest. Everything about her was glorious and amazing. This was what he’d been waiting for. A woman who could turn him inside out and satiate him while leaving him wanting more.

“Whatever you’re doing to me, it’s wonderful,” she cried. “Keep it up.”

Taking deep care, he lifted his hips, sliding into her slick body, rubbing her G-spot that brought an erotic moan from her throat. She brought her hips high, meeting his tight thrusts, beseeching him to fill her with his cock.

She was tight, and for a man who was so close to the edge, it was a blissful bullet to the body. Damn, he wanted to plunge her hard and fast, stamp himself on every part of her, especially her soul, but he also wanted to feel her body clamp his dick as she found release. With just a frayed amount of constraint left in himself, Cull slowly pulled out only to slide again to the hilt, his thick shaft stretching her.

“You. Feel. So. Good,” he whispered.

Her gaze came upon him with such absolute abandonment and trust. Her eyes held a promise, and he made one himself. He’d never, ever hurt her. He’d always protect her, with his life if he had to.

Stretching out over her, he supported himself on his strong arms and plunged her soft channel. Buried inside her, he reveled in how good she felt.

He moved his mouth to her lips, kissing her, rolling his tongue along the soft curves and sipping at her sweetness like fine, aged wine. Desperation clawed at him as he dipped in and out of her, the pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. He’d never be the same. Passion pounded at his body like waves of an ocean, crashing into him, building more and more velocity. He didn’t want the moment to end. This was where they belonged. He slipped his arms around her and held her close, trying to keep his breaths under control.

Her muscles began to flutter like a thousand butterflies set free. He clenched his jaw to keep from yelling his joy. Cull was past excited and needed to give in to the need to release, but he wanted to be sure that she soaked in every bit of pleasure before he took his own.

Rolling back onto his haunches, he lifted her with him, straddling her over his lap. “Move, baby, at your own speed. Do with me as you wish,” he said softly.

Her tongue darted out to moisten that full, trembling bottom lip as if he’d just offered her a treat from a candy store. At first she moved slow, her hips moving up and down as she got the hang of riding him.

Cull clamped his hands on her bottom, feeling the muscles under his palms. She rocked that tight little ass and sweet little moans of pleasure gurgled up from her throat. Then her moves became tiny bounces as she clenched his shoulders under her fingers, nicking his skin with her nails.

“The sweetest pussy ever,” he clamped one hand on her breast, tweaking the hard nipple with his thumb and tugging at it. “Keep riding me, sweetheart. Ride me like you mean it.”

“Oh my! This feels so good. You’re so deep,” she cried.

He felt the muscles of her vagina tighten. She ground her clit against his pubic bone and cried out. In the next instance she dropped to his chest, sweat beaded between their naked bodies. He could feel her release soaking his balls.

Gently lifting her limp body, he laid her back against the bed, not breaking the connection of their bodies. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, while threading his fingers through her silken hair. His heart fluttered against his ribcage and he could barely breathe. Something took shape inside of him, something so strong and foreign that he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry.

She looked up at him through the veil of her thick lashes, her lips trembling and pink, swollen from his kisses. My God! She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He could no longer hold back, even if his life depended upon it. With one final, full thrust he emptied his seed.

After they laid silently, neither moving for a long while, he discarded the condom in the nearby trashcan and got off the bed. She looked at him curiously. He lifted her into his arms and she didn’t even mutter one word of protest.

Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down on the cushioned stool while he stepped over and started the water, making sure the temperature was perfect for the angel who was staring at him.

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