Page 13 of Great Falls Protector
River’s heart stopped.
Sweeping his arm roughly over the top of his desk, he threw the documents and pens and everything that had seemed important just this morning right to the floor. To irrelevance. Grasping Lera around her waist, he flipped her belly down on the wooden surface, her legs dangling over the edge even before the last of the rolling ink bottles stopped clattering against each other. One hand beneath her hips, River pulled open her fly with a single tug, feeling his pulse echo off his cock as he slid her pants and undershorts off her round bottom all the way to her knees.
Beads of moisture already hung like ornaments on Lera’s wiry auburn curls, more glistening arousal slathering the insides of her thighs.River rubbed over the wetness greedily, inhaling her need as it melded with his own. Her small mews of desire almost made him climax on the spot.Stars,the girl smelledright.Fresh and perky and a perfect fit for a jagged void inside his soul. A missing piece.
Deep inside River, something strange rumbled to life. His senses woke to every sound and sight, down to the slight crackle of Lera’s coarse curls rubbing against each other as she clenched her backside in instinctual protection. The wet sounds of her pulsing sex practically moaned for touch.
Yet River wanted so much more than just to be inside Leralynn. He wanted to conquer her. To enter her so fully and intimately, to bring her to such heights of overwhelming pleasure that neither of them would ever forget this moment. He wanted to make her scream with ecstasy, until she knew—not just in her mind but in her soul—the answer to the challenge she’d put before him.
Heart and breath racing, he swirled his fingers through her slick folds without warning, making the girl moan loudly—thank the stars for thick stone walls—then plunged a finger so deep inside her, he thought she would retreat from the pressure. But she only pressed harder against him. A new trickle of arousal dripped onto his desk beneath her. Yes, Lera was more than ready for him—which was convenient, because he needed to be inside her now.
“I’m going to take you, Leralynn.” River’s words came low and raw. “I’m going to take you as you are. And show you who I am too.”
Lera’s backside undulated beneath his hand in response, her hitching breath frantic with need.
Yanking open his fly, River positioned the dripping head of his cock at Lera’s entrance. He’d intended to go slow, to push inside with a gentle pressure to let the girl adjust, but Lera’s frustrated growl put an end to that plan.
Gripping her hips, he sheathed himself inside Lera’s channel in a single stroke.
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My back arches as River’s impossibly large cock thrusts deep and hard inside me. I grasp desperately for the edge of the desk to brace myself. His sheer size momentarily overwhelms me, focusing my whole being on the hard, hot, slick cock that throbs powerfully inside my tight channel.
And then he starts pumping.
In and out, in and out, the head of River’s cock slides through me, melting my bones to a pliable blazing metal. My sex clamps around his throbbing intrusion, my channel first trying to restrain the great force inside me, then to urge it on instead. Heat pools in my sex and simmers my blood, my need rising. Rising.
River’s desk creaks under his powerful thrusts. Through the open window, the clamor of students calling to each other in the courtyard and the harsh sounds of construction are a distant reminder of where we are. Of who River is when he’s not in this room with me.
This only sends a new spike of need through me, and I buck, urging River to go faster. Harder.
Instead of yielding to my demand, the male inhales sharply and grips my hips in an unyielding hold that sends a message of its own. He will take me for who I am—and give me who he is as well. A commander. A warrior. An immortal king he does not remember he is, though his body does.
A whimper escapes my lips, turning to a desperate moan.Everywhere River’s cock touches turns more sensitive, more hungry. Even with his hands on me, my backside pushes up to meet his powerful hips as they slam into me, theslap slap slapof his heavy sac coming a fraction of a heartbeat later. Again. Again.
Cock still moving inside me, River bends his body over mine. His hard chest presses into my back, his hands sliding along my outstretched arms as his woodsy scent caresses my nose. Pressed between the heaviness of River’s hot body and the cool, unyielding wood of his desk, I feel the strange combination of being trapped and safe, captured and savored.
Then River’s canines scrape along my neck, and my thoughts stop.
“I love you, Leralynn,” he whispers into my ear. “You. As you are.”
Before I can answer, he pulls us back just enough to slide his hand beneath my hips, his fingers tracing the hood around my swelling apex. Explosions of sensation race through my core, tormenting my thighs and toes and spine until I’m gasping for breath.
The combination of River’s cock and teeth and fingers is like a set of blazing shackles that I can neither escape nor stand a heartbeat longer. The approaching edge of pleasure looms before me, as inviting as it is frightening for its cosmic drop. For the fact that under River’s skillful command, I’ve no control of what’s to come.
“River.” His name is breathless on my lips, and I don’t know if I’m begging him for reprieve or acceleration. My muscles clench, my channel tightening around his shaft as the building sensation courses higher and higher and—
The male sinks his teeth into my neck just as his thumb brushes over my exposed bud.
Every muscle in my body tightens down on my throbbing sex in an explosion of blazing pleasure. I scream, River’s other hand clamping down on my mouth before the sound can travel too far. The restraint, his warm callused fingers that smell of my own arousal, only heighten the waves of spasms shaking my body. I gasp, shuddering beneath River’s heavy body, as each nerve inside me fires, the world splintering around me. Around River’s thickness. Again and again, until my legs weaken.
I return to my senses slowly, aware first of the smooth writing desk beneath my cheek, then the firm pressure of River’s fingers massaging my lower back, then the final hazy realization that the male’s large cock is still hard and throbbing inside me. Which means… Which means River is just getting started, while I’m a gasping puddle of drained muscle and sensitive sex.
Blinking myself further into reality, I realize that River has pushed my thighs wider apart, the cheeks of my bottom splitting open with a wet sound.
I try to close my legs on instinct and get nothing but a quickening pulse.
