Page 11 of Fletch’s Protection

“That’s my girl. Fuck, these are grade-A tits, honey. You need to be showing these off.”

This time when I take her mouth with my tongue, she’s wild again. I love it. Every sound. The way her hands clench my forearms and desperate whimpers form in her throat drives me crazy.

I rip open the fly of her jeans, shoving the denim and her panties down to her ankles. Finally skin. And Jesus… I need to slap myself. “Turn around. Let me see you,” I rasp.

As she kicks off her shoes, jeans and panties, Mari turns in a quick circle, a eyes downcast shyly.

I grab her hips so I can properly look at that ass. Soft curves for fucking days. “Good god, woman. This ass is so hot, it’s criminal.”

She ducks her head more.

“Oh no. Don’t hide from me. I love this.” I grip both her ass cheeks, growling loudly. “Gonna fuck this too. Can’t wait to watch this bouncing against me.”

She lets out a nervous laugh, and I drag her back into my lap so I can hold her with one arm across her stomach the other across her tits.

Kissing her neck, I soften my words. “We’ll go slow. Whatever you want. Whenever you want.”

“Thank you,” she whispers softly. “It’s a little overwhelming. I don’t have any experience—I’ve only fooled around. No penetrative sex.”

Oh my fucking god. My head falls back—my vision grays out for a second.

Mari is very still in my arms and her voice is small. “I was afraid you’d react that way.”

I spin her around so I can take her face in my hands. “You’re a gift, Mari. Wouldn’t think any less if you’d been with another man, but I’m honored to be your first and I’m going to make this good for you.”

She searches my face, her eyes scanning back and forth. “I know you will.”

I shove off my cut, letting the leather drape over the end of the bed. Then I reach back to jerk my T-shirt off with one hand. I set her back from me gently, so I have enough room to stand up before her.

Kicking off one boot, then the other, I reach for my belt. She stops me looking into my eyes as she says, “Let me.”

I rest my hands on her hips as she carefully opens the buckle, tugs on the button, and slides down the zipper.

“No boxers,” she says, surprised.

“He likes to run free.”

This gets a soft laugh out of her, but the sound dies when she pushes my jeans down enough to let me out.

“Oh.” Her eyes jump to my face and back to my cock.

“Don’t worry.” I wrap her hand around me, squeezing. A low growl builds in my chest. “I’ll be easy until you beg me not to be.”

6

Fletch

Mari’s lips part, tongue going to the corner as she gently explores my inches.

I’m dying. Leaning back, I let her explore as I clench my abs to keep the release locked tight.

When I can’t take any more, I wrap my cut around her, feeding her arms into the openings. The sight of her pale, curvy body in my cut knocks the wind out of me.

“Oh my heavens. That feels so good against my skin. My nipples are so sensitive. The leather feels amazing everywhere.”

I kiss her neck, tugging the front of the cut so the leather squeezes her tits together. She gets so hot she’s squirming, whimpering.

“On my lap,” I order as I sit on the edge of the bed.