Page 75 of Protected By the Convicts
“Fuck her, already, Sersie,” Ren ordered.
Another slight gasp. Sersie’s fingers left her. A moment later, she drew in a deep breath as the man entered her. “Breathe, Princess. Relax.”
Hell, he could feel Sersie’s dick pushing in, tightening her pussy.
The most exquisite expression played across her face as Ren began fucking in earnest. “Need. . . to get. . . toys. . . for you,” Ren said as he thrust faster.
“Oooh, that’s gooood, she said, leaning forward, changing the angle enough that he could suck her tit.
She let go of the table and began thrusting her hips against him, grinding her clit against him with each thrust. Her greedy pussy clamped down on his cock as she pressed her face against his chest, her high-pitched cries the perfect backdrop as her orgasm triggered his. He pulled out and shot onto her belly. Fucking fabulous. . .
As the tension drained from her body, her face changed, became as pliant as her body on top of him. He loved the weight of her on him, the way she trusted him and catered to his needs. How he had ever thought she was a user, someone who would use and then spit him out was beyond him. His Hannah was strong in mind and heart. She only knew how to give, not take.
She lifted her head again, staring straight into his eyes as he ran his hands up and down her back. He’d never be able to touch her enough.
“Sersie’s gone,” she whispered, those dark green eyes of hers not releasing him.
“Gone. . .” Ren hadn’t noticed Sersie leave. Didn’t fucking care. Ren had only motioned him over to give Hannah a little extra excitement she hadn’t been expecting. He’d noticed that about his girl, she liked to be surprised, but only by those she trusted. And for some fucking reason that included Ren.
He’d give her everything he had, which wasn’t much on this damned planet. Someday though, they’d make it out of here, and he’d take her wherever she wanted to go. He personally didn’t care where, as long as he was with her.
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HANNAH
Hannah ran her fingers through Ren’s thick hair as he took her from below. There was a need in him that he hadn’t quenched with his first orgasm, and she understood it to some extent. Being away from her men had been really hard. While Ky’Li had been wonderful in every way during their time alone in the jungle, she’d left a piece of herself back here with Sersie, Vaughn, and Ren. Connecting with Vaughn last night had been magical and scary, as she learned how insecure he was about her.
Ren too, it seemed, had issues, maybe not with self-worth like Vaughn. In Ren, this ever-present need to control pervaded so much of who he was as a man and a lover. That’s why he orchestrated these little encounters, why they often involved more than the two of them. He hadn’t allowed her to touch Sersie, even as the man’s cock was thrusting in her backside. It was as if he used Sersie to push her boundaries, even test what she was made of. He didn’t know she had no boundaries when it came to him because she wanted all of him, even if that meant giving him total control.
Her Ren needed to control. . . He’d had so little of his life. His every chance to leave Narkos had been stolen from him, as had his choice of remaining a solitary. Though she believed he’d adjusted quite well to their unit.
He lifted her by her ribs and slammed her down on his cock again, driving himself so deep she couldn’t contain the scream that left her throat.
Yes, he’d adjusted quite well.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with a smile that reached his eyes.
With her heart beating so fast and the energy curling around every limb, all she could manage was a nod.
His hands pressed into her ass, not to spread her this time, but to hold her firm as he continued to thrust upward. She braced her hands against the table behind him, not caring how her breasts swung in his face. He captured a nipple and bit.
“Fuck!” she swore at the pain that shot straight to her pussy, spurring the man to suck her into his mouth and soothe the spot he’d just abused.
Ren wasn’t the most gentle, not at all like Sersie, but she loved every minute with him, especially the way his eyes never left her face. Sersie never seemed to need eye contract. He was merely happy to be included, to have someone love him for who he was. But Ren. . . The man needed that eye contact, like she were the only anchor tethering him to land in a violent storm.
Excepthewas her storm. Bold, fierce, and totally unpredictable. There was a calmness buried in the center of that storm, if only she could find and hold on to it.
“Oh, God, gonna come,” she said as her legs began to shake.
“Not yet,” he warned, as he lifted her off of him. She felt the sudden loss of his cock, the rising energy of her orgasm lost, scattering as Ren set her knees on either side of him on the bench and slid off the bench between her legs until his face was an inch from her pussy.
He pushed her legs wider until she collapsed on his face. He sucked, licked, and nibbled every part of her until that energy slammed together like a bunch of magnets. The energy coiled and folded over onto itself, lighting every nerve ending in her lower region until she almost felt ready to fly.
That velvety soft tongue swirling around her nub teased her, playing with her until he pulled her between his lips. One little nibble and she exploded. Energy shot through every part of her body, locking arms, legs, and torso into place as she found her release, right on Ren’s face.
When she thought she could no longer breathe, the man escaped from the iron grip of her thighs and thrust himself into her from behind. Too sensitive, too raw from his beard, too fucking unable to move as he fucked the living daylights out of her.
His moans filled the air alongside her own. Hands cupped her breasts as he slammed into her. He’d captured more than her body long ago, and she didn’t even know when.
