Page 12 of Fletch’s Protection

She climbs right up, that sweet little pussy hovering just out of reach of my cock. When I slide my fingers along the seam, she gasps my name. “Fletch⁠—”

I drag her slick juices all over her plump little clit. I’m drunk on her closeness. Voice shredded. “Gonna scream when you come, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes. I think I will.”

I press one of my thick fingers into the impossibly tight heat. It’s heaven. My ruin. The slick clench of her makes my dick twitch and leak.

“Stroke my cock.”

She wraps her hand around my thick girth it as I fuck her with my middle finger. I lean in next to her ear. “Need you soft and open so you can take me.”

Her head falls against my shoulder, shivers working up and down her body as I finger her and work her clit with my thumb. She’s sinfully slick. When she does lock around my cock, it’s over. There will be no coming back from this. Not with the possessive way I feel about this woman.

But my first job is to make sure everything about this first time is pleasurable. I let my other hand roam as I finger-fuck her, whispering hot, filthy praise about how sexy she is, how good she feels.

When I grip her nipple gently between two knuckles, she cries out. “Yes. Oh god. That’s—wow.”

A fog takes over my vision as I finger her into her first orgasm. She’s a screamer, just like I knew. And the way her pussy suctions me deeper almost blasts my load.

I push her hand away from my cock and use my cut to tug her forward until her body is flush against mine and her hips are trembling around my thighs.

“Time to ride, sweetheart.”

7

Mari

I’m desperate. I want all of Fletch. Every hard inch of him. There is no second thought. This gigantic biker with the rough voice and the dirty words is going to be my first lover.

Lover. That’s how this feels. Not a cheap hookup. The way Fletch watches my eyes as he helps me into position burns a hole right into my heart.

“That’s it,” he murmurs thickly. One of his hands is on my hip, the other is curled around the back of my neck.

We never look away. Hotly, he says, “Guide me home.”

With trembling fingers, I position him. My mouth falls open at the first pressure against that tight place.

He tugs me down. Slowly. A sound rumbles through him, straight into my breasts.

“Oh, Fletch—” I exhale as he forces me open.

Our noses are almost touching. He’s looking right into my eyes. “You’re mine now, Mari. To protect. To worship.”

I almost burst into tears. “Don’t let me go,” I whisper.

He pulls me down more, slowly stretching me. The length of him opens places I didn’t know were there, making a deep warmth glow in my lower tummy.

He groans hotly. “Oh fuuuuck. I’m barely holding on and you’re not even all the way on me.”

I look down for the first time. The thick base of him is stretching me open and the are inches left.

“I can’t,” I wheeze, shocked at how much of him is left as wave after wave of pleasure ripples deep inside of me.

“Yes, you can.” He lowers his hand and presses his thumb against my clit. “I’m going to show you how to touch yourself so my hands are free.”

I watch, mesmerized as the callused, scarred thumb moves over my clit in a gentle motion. “Give me your fingers,” he orders.

He moves my fingers for me. I whimper at the pleasure. “That’s my sexy baby,” he roughly exhales.