Page 49 of Sworn to Protect

“Nate—oh God—Nate!” I gasp as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me dizzy and shaking. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent. When he finally looks up at me, his lips glisten with my wetness. He licks them slowly, deliberately, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“Get on your knees,” he commands, his voice low and rough.

I don’t hesitate. I flip over onto all fours, my ass in the air and completely exposed to him. He runs a hand down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and then …smack. The sharp sting of his palm on my flesh sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Damn, this is a sight.” He finally lets his jeans fall to the floor and lowers his boxers. I sneak a peek over my shoulder, and oh my God, what a glorious sight.

My eyes bulge as I take in the size of his package. He’s enormous. Thick, long, and completely drool-worthy. It’s like my mind manifested him, and he’s so unbelievably perfect it hurts.

“Eye’s up here, sweetheart.” The corner of his mouth lifts to the sexiest smirk as mirth dances in his eyes.

I stutter. “I-I could tell you were large when you pressed against me, but that’s…” I swallow, unable to finish my thought.

“Every woman’s dream?” He strokes his length, and I have to suppress a groan.

“This woman’s, anyway,” I admit.

“Glad you approve.” His mouth curves to a smirk. “You want to measure?”

Yes. But I shake my head and do something bolder. I turn to face him and place my hand on top of his.

He groans as our hands slide along his cock. He withdraws his hand and pants, “Fuck Mackenzie.”

I stroke his cock and the damn thing grows longer. The heaviness. The girth. Itisevery woman’s dream. I blame my lack of experience for what comes out. “This gets bigger?”

“For you, yeah.” He chuckles, eyeing my mouth. “Now be a good girl and turn back around before I stick this in your mouth.”

Before I respond, he spins me around, grabs my hips, and pulls me back toward him. A shiver snakes through me as the head of his cock presses against my entrance.

I’m part scared.

I’m part excited.

But mostly, I want this beast of a man inside me. I want to be claimed by him. Is that wrong?

“You ready for me?” he growls, his breath hot against my ear, and I know if this is wrong, I couldn’t care less. All I want is this moment. This time. Him.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Fuck me, Nate. Please.”

He slides into me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the fullness of him. He’s huge—so fucking big—and it’s almost too much, but it’s exactly what I need.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I’m quick to reply. “I just need a breath or two to adjust.”

He leans forward and strokes his tongue along the base of my spine as he palms my breast and tweaks my nipple, which has begged for attention ever since he touched me out on the dance floor.

My entire body catches fire. It’s been too long since I felt a man’s touch. Too long since sensations caused by something other than my own doing rippled through me.

“Nate, I need more.” I press against him, eliciting a low, guttural growl.

His hands slide along my curves until he grips my hips tightly and starts to move, slow at first, until we find our rhythm. And once we’re in our groove, he fucks me deep and hard like he’s trying to claim me from the inside out.

“Fuck, Mackenzie,” he groans, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Your pussy is goddamn perfect.”

I ball my fingers into the sheets as he pumps inside me faster and harder, giving me what I asked. He tugs my hair just enough to keepme positioned. A whimper escapes my throat as I’m overwhelmed by sensations. I’m completely lost to this man.

To the feel of his cock sliding into me.

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