Page 20 of Protecting Nicole

I’m pulling too tight.

I am being cruel.

However, Laken can’t get enough.

“Yes, siren. Take what you need. Mark me with your nails. Claim me as I plan to claim you.”

His quick pace forces my eyes to close before they roll into the back of my head.

When I feel him rocking against the mattress as he brings me to ecstasy for the umpteenth time this evening, I wedge my foot between the bed and his cock, then use my foot’s flexibility to drive him wild with desire.

When the pre-cum dripping from his cock soaks into the bedding along with my many climaxes, I should clam up. My embarrassment should be higher than my wish to come.

Stars are above us. We’re in a public place. But nerves never present.

The only thing that steamrolls me is another orgasm.

It presents so hard and fast, before I can warn Laken of its imminent arrival, the stars floating in front of me erupt into beautiful fireworks.

I moan through my release, my limbs as jerking as Laken’s movements when my “foot rub” forces our exchange to the very peak of ecstasy.

While strangling his erection through his boxer shorts, he snatches up his jeans from the floor, yanks out the strip of three condoms, then rips one open with his teeth.

Watching him prepping to get down to business is the most sensual image I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness, but it won’t stop me from asking, “They’re in date, right? You only just bought them for your…”

Even with his head in a lust cloud, Laken’s smarts can’t be denied. “For my date?”

After winking at me, he yanks his boxer shorts to his knees, then sheaths the monster I’m staring at with my mouth hanging open. Mercifully, he can multitask. He discovers the date on the packaging of the untouched metallic discs just as the condom reaches the base of his dick.

With the manufacturing date showing they were recently made, he says, “We’re good to go.”

“Maybe after a year of yoga classes.” I gulp, my eyes unmoving from his crotch. “I don’t think it’s wise to placethatin the hands of a novice. I don’t think even a professional would come out of an exchange like this without crying. You might need to pay extra.”

“I’ll be sure to leave a bunch of bills on the nightstand.”

Laken’s laughter about my snarl sets free the butterflies in my stomach before his actions cause a mass resurgence. After removing his shirt the standard macho way, he curls my legs around his sticky waist before lining up the head of his cock with the entrance of my pussy.

He doesn’t enter me with one powerful thrust or force tears to my eyes for any other reason than being overwhelmed by an all-encompassing orgasm. He waits until the lyrics my head hasn’t been without our entire exchange are closer to love ballads before he alters them into masterpieces.

“If he doesn’t make you happy, inspire you, or give you countless orgasms, he doesn’t deserve to be a part of your life.” As he watches me through hooded lids, he slowly enters. “So I guess I better make it three out of three.”

8

NICOLE

The heavenly scent of coffee wakes me from a peaceful slumber.

I groggily wished for an IV of caffeine an hour into our exchange, but once Laken forced another set of body-quaking orgasms out of me, I could only utter, “Intermission. We need an intermission.”

In all honesty, caffeine still isn’t in the forefront of my mind. Not even the awkward routine we’ll have to tiptoe through in the morning when I announce tonight is my last night in Ravenshoe for months.

I want to enjoy the moment. Cherish it for what it is.

A one-night stand without the sleaziness of a one-night stand.

Laken is attentive, sweet, and so determined to give me the performance of my life, he only came once for the endless number of climaxes he gifted me.

He’s tipping the axis of my world so well that instead of dreading I fell asleep in his arms, wrapped in his warmth, I’m eager for another helping of all he has to offer.

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