ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (67 page)

My bare
ass was pressed against him now, and I could feel his dick throbbing steadily
against me. He pressed it up against the small of my back, rocking gently until
I felt a warm bead of precum smear onto my skin. I moaned, my ripe ass working
against his balls as I squirmed uncontrollably.

I
willed myself to stay still as he forced my legs apart with his knee, arching
my back as his hands crept back up beneath my loose t-shirt to grope and fondle
my breasts. He slipped my nipples between his fingers, toying with them
mercilessly, drawing soft wails from between my lips as he flicked over them
with his thumbs.

Was I
really doing this? His words echoed in my mind:

I’m not that man anymore…

My mind
was muddled by the dull ache still pulsing through my pussy and the insane
desire welling up from every part of my body. Did I want this? Was I ready for
it? Would it even be right? I was supposed to be protecting the witness, not
fucking his brains out—I was fairly certain that last bit went against some
unspoken witness protection rule.

A
thought occurred to me just then, a silly one, but a justification for my
desire nonetheless: what would “
Candy
”
do?

“I want
you inside me,” I whispered at last. The words tasted bittersweet as they left
my lips, as though I’d given up the advantage in exchange for fulfilling my
most primal need.

Every
nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as his hand swept in slow motion
back down over my hip and around my ass toward my inner thigh, I let out the
loudest moan of my life.

“Shh…
Your friends might be listening,” Nathan whispered, his fingertips moving
upward and over the molten swell of my sensitive folds. I bit my lip as hard as
I could without drawing blood as he released a soft but sensual grunt, my hips
bucking against his skilled fingertips.

“You
have such a perfect pussy,” he told me. It made my whole body quiver. “I’ve
missed this…”

“Please,
Nathan, fuck me before I change my mind” I begged, struggling to keep my voice
low. But he ignored my pleading, his hand slipping up beneath my wetness and
sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting through my body, making the hair on
my arms and nape stand on end.

I
couldn’t take much more of this torture. As delicious as it was, it had been
too long since I’d had this man inside of me. I was desperate for it, aching
for it, my tight channel squeezing and throbbing as I thought of what it might
feel like to have Nathan Hale invade it just one more time. I knew just how impossibly
thick his dick was, and the way he was holding me, I was sure he’d fuck me in
half just the way I needed it.

And I wanted it to happen. Oh, God, I wanted this so
bad.

I tried
to pull back from the wall, to spin myself around and force myself on him, but
Nathan held my hips firm and made it clear I wasn’t moving. His forceful hands
stole a whimper from my lungs.

“Fuck
me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do it. Please don’t make me wait…”

“No,”
he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. I moaned, trailing off
into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”

“Let me
suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice dripping with sex as his fingers
explored me, rolling soft circles around my delicate nub. I could feel a
certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my hips, the kind that pulled my
belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle against Nathan’s hard, hungry
body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased and tantalized that spot,
never providing quite enough friction for me to fully release.

“You
can’t handle it, can you, Sandra? You put on this big act for the world, like
you’re the one in control... I know what you need,” he said, a finger slipping
inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. “You need a man who takes what he
wants.”

I cried
out as he began to fuck me with his finger. It certainly wasn’t as thick as his
massive cock was, but it was better than nothing at all, and I reveled in the
sensation of finally being filled. He was playing my body like a musical instrument,
his free hand sliding up and wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before
pulling my head backward and forcing my back to arch even further.

It was
unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body bowed against the wall as my
arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the inner wall beneath my
stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never experienced with any other
man. Nathaniel Hale knew exactly how to give me what I wanted, and I lost
myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation.

“You
think you’re so strong, but there are some things in life you just can’t
control. You can’t control me, Sandra. You can’t even control yourself, can
you?”

“Oh,
fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his fingertip, trying against all odds
to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath my clitoris, rolling over it in
time with the soft thrusts of his hand.

Now he
was giving me more than I could handle, whereas a moment before, he hadn’t been
giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my orgasm swelling, rushing in to
envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther out to sea.

“Come
for me, Sandra,” he ordered, knowing full well that really, I had no choice.
“Just let go.”

The
muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. This
was happening. I was letting this man claim me in a way only he could. My scalp
sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my hair back again, his finger
working even more insistently inside me, pressing up gently against my g-spot.
Tension poured out from my core.

I
couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the pleasure rolling out between my
thighs. My skin tingled and goose bumps flushed across my body, along with an
intolerable swell of heat and desire.

“Oh,
God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a bit too loudly. There was no
holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar plexus to every single extremity
of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching down
forcefully on his finger, milking it like I was ready to take a load from his
cock. His hand released my hair, reaching around and clamping down over my
mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold back in the face of overwhelming bliss.

I’d
never had an orgasm like this in my life. Nathan had always made sure I got off
first, but this was on a whole different level. Not even my well-worn shower
massager at home could match this. Nathan had driven me to new heights,
delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled touch. I never wanted to
come down again.

My
descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed against his palm as I
reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing to my knees, my
forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall as I gasped for
air.

Reality
struck me like a brick to the face. What had I just done? I was supposed to be
done with Nathaniel Hale, but here I was quivering at his feet.

“God,
your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips for me,” Nathan murmured, still
standing behind me. “It’s always set you apart… I’ve never touched a woman who
reacted quite so
eagerly
before…”

I
pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly toward him, my knees aching
against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse, but I had other, more
important things than that to focus on.

Oh, God…

Nathan
was standing before me, his perfectly tanned musculature on display as he
stroked his hard, thick cock. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been on my
knees in front of him, I could scarcely believe how incredible he looked…

His
cock twitched, and I realized it was pulsing for
me
, that it was filled with longing for
my
body. His tip was flushed with desire. I knew he was desperate
for my touch. Despite the control he pretended to have, his lust was only a few
moments away from getting the better of him.

And me.

“See
something you like?” he asked, that cocky trademark smirk spreading across his
face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: punch him upside his head or
suck his incredible cock.

Both
, I realized.
I want to do both...

“Go
ahead, Sandra,” he urged me as he reveled in my fascination. “Wrap me up in
those beautiful little lips of yours.”

No
amount of self-restraint was going to stop me. Not even the oath I’d sworn as a
police officer or my own personal devotion to my job could persuade me to turn
away now. Rules be damned—I needed this man, and badly. I always had… Worst of
all, the bastard fucking
knew
it.

I
reached out, pushing his hand away from his impressive shaft so I could grasp
his significant girth and bringing myself in line with his throbbing tip. My
head was swimming as I drew him into my needful mouth, closing my lips obediently
around him, letting my eyes flutter shut as I tasted his salty sweetness.

He drew
in a sharp breath through his nose, and I heard him growl from someplace deep
in his chest. It wasn’t the sound of a man he made, but of a beast overcome
with passion. “I’m going to cum right down your throat,” he told me.

God… I’d
missed this… Before Nathaniel Hale, nobody had ever talked to me like this in
my whole life. It only made my pussy wetter, only spurred me on to prove him
right. I was working hard for this man, focused solely on returning the favor
he’d just paid me. There was no time for breathing, no time to take things
slow. This was heavy and serious and totally raw. My jaw ached from his girth,
but I kept going, bobbing and slurping on him like a woman possessed, my only
thought to bring him to blissful release.

I
wanted this cock to make me forget all the bad things that had ever happened to
me.
I wanted
this dick to remind me that I was still human, still a person, still more than
my gun and badge.
I am woman, hear me
roar...

Nathan
didn’t even have a chance to warn me as he exploded deep in my mouth, his heavy
balls contracting and drawing out long, jolting streams toward the back of my
throat. I pulled back, swallowing around him, devouring his essence and
savoring the taste. Each violent throb of his dick between my lips made my
pussy pulse in tandem, and as he calmed I fell backward onto my ass, breathing
hard, trembling from head to toe.

Nathan
just watched me as I panted for air, my whole body tense as my breasts heaved
on my trembling frame. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he
couldn’t seem to find the appropriate words.

“Wow,” he said finally, staring at me.

There
was nothing to do except laugh. It bubbled out of me, rising in volume even as
Nathan joined me, his own deep voice mixing with my lilting tone in the small
space as we let out all our frustration and worry. It felt good to laugh. It
felt
really
good to laugh with this
man, in particular. For a moment, he wasn’t the billionaire witness I
used
to fuck, and I wasn’t just the detective
sent to serve and protect him.

For a
moment, we were alive, together, and nothing else really mattered. It was
strange to think of it that way, but it was true. For some reason, being with
this man made me feel things I’d been denying myself for a long time, things I
thought I’d never get another chance to feel. It made me wonder why I had ever
decided to stop seeing him in the first place. All his old flaws seemed so
unimportant now…

“Are
you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my laughter gradually coming back under
control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he stared at me, making my knees quake just
looking at the heights of his arousal. So maybe I
was
still horny. This
was the man capable of providing the most incredible sexual experiences of my
life, and I wasn’t ready to stop.

“I
didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body.
“Are you on the pill?”

I shook
my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed three miles of Egyptian cotton,
and not one single condom?” I asked.