Page 74 of Protected By the Convicts
Sweet Nebula’s Fire, her tight pussy sheathed him perfectly. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be inside her warm cunt, sliding in and out, feeling her squirm beneath him as her moans grew louder and louder. Ren pumped in and out of her, not waiting for her to catch her breath. He liked seeing her slightly dazed and flustered.
His not-so-innocent Hannah started moving up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing in front of him. He yanked the flimsy t-shirt down over one shoulder, fully exposing one breast.
He sucked on her tight bud, none-to-gently as her moans intensified and she sank deeper onto his cock.
When he nipped her tight peak, her head dipped back exposing the long graceful line of her throat. Her pussy fluttered around his dick making it too damn hard to hold on after so many weeks. He didn’t want to come yet, not when he had her where he wanted her, sheathing him, her breast in his mouth, and those lustful green eyes soft and divine as she rode her orgasm.
The flush on her cheek spread to her neck and the sweetest smile crossed her face as her body relaxed. And that’s when he began to move in earnest from beneath her.
She lifted slightly, as if to avoid him, no doubt still sensitive.
“There’s no escaping me,” he said, and her eyes locked onto him, such a serious expression.
“Why would I want to escape you?” she asked as he thrust upward.
“You still fear me,” he said, loving how her breasts bounced with each thrust.
“I don’t.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to see all of her. He yanked the remainder of the shirt down, to her waist, fully exposing her. There was something damn erotic about fucking a fully naked woman while he remained dressed. It sent a message to her, to anyone that walked into the kitchen. He realized at that moment what he wanted from her.
“You trust me, Hannah? Completely?” he said with another hard thrust that had her gripping his shoulder for leverage.
“With my life,” she said, starting to bounce up and down on his dick again.
He stopped thrusting, placed his hands on her hips to still her. “I want your heart, Hannah.”
“You want me to surrender to you,” she said as she thrust down on him exceedingly hard, taking him so deep that he bottomed out.
His little female was trying to take control. Maybe she had control over the others, but not him. She was his, damn it, which meant he called the shots.
He pulled her forward, smashing her glorious breasts against him as he leaned back against the table and dug his hands into her ass cheeks, spreading her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes wide.
“I’m gonna watch Sersie fuck you. I want to feel you come on my dick again. Need to know you’re mine.”
She glanced over her shoulder. Sersie had been watching the entire time, and she hadn’t realized it. A moment of confusion crossed her face, but with one hand she reached out to brush Sersie’s arm, like she needed to have the connection.
“No,” Ren said, pulling her hand back. “Remove her shirt and panties, Sersie.” Sersie didn’t hesitate to pull the shirt over her head. With a quick cut of a knife, he pulled her panties away next, leaving her completely naked, with Ren’s cock still in her. “Put your hands over my head and grip the table, Hannah.”
“Ren?” she asked, even as she followed his instructions. She didn’t understand why he’d turned controlling. He couldn’t explain it. Not yet. “Do it.”
His hand returned to her ass cheeks, spreading her as Sersie applied the lube.
“You’ll look at me the entire time. No talking to or touching Sersie. He’s not here. This is just you and me.”
It was odd how he and Sersie had never talked about this, and yet they seemed to be in sync. Sersie was fine with sharing her and taking orders. He probably didn’t care how he got to touch Hannah, as long as he was included. The man was so fucking starved for attention, more than Ren had ever realized. Despite what Vaughn thought, Sersie hadn’t been tempted by drugs since that first day she arrived. . . only when she’d left with Ky’Li. Then, Sersie had struggled. Ren understood that now. Hannah was his new drug. And Ren was as addicted as Sersie.
“Why can’t I talk to or touch Sersie?” she asked as a shudder ran through her, and that was only from the lube Sersie was spreading.
Ren tilted his head to the side to see that Sersie was doing more than spreading the lube. He had three fingers in her.
With the play of pain and pleasure spreading across Hannah’s face, Ren grinned. “You like that, don’t you, Princess?”
“And if I say yes, what will you do?”
“I’ll be tempted to take his place, except my cock likes being nestled in your cunt.” Ren thrust upward to make a point. Her breathing hitched. She was so exquisite, showing every sensation in her face.
