Black Light: Protocol
Excerpt By Shane Starrett
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"Sir,” she whimpers, wiggling her butt against the pressure of my hips. “We’re going to be late!”
“Fashionably late,” I growl into her ear as I take her lobe between my teeth.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I maneuver myself into position.
“Sir... Mia... I told her we’d be there...”
“Well now you’ll have something to talk about.”
I push into Alex’s pussy, and it’s clear for all her protesting she’s as ready for this as I am. She wraps me in slick warmth that makes my cock jerk. I press up into her until my thighs connect
with her ass, then I just hold her there, hilted inside.
Alex gasps, tilting her head back.
“I think someone forgot who’s in charge here,” I rumble.
“No, sir. Never, sir.”
“Then what are you going to do, Alex?”
“Take your cock, sir.”
“Does it matter what time we get to the party?”
“No, sir.”
I reach down to the apex of her legs, drawing my index finger over her clit, flicking up over the hood to drag a hiss out of her.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, sir.”
“Whose cum do you want?”
“Yours, sir. Always yours.”
“Who’s going to fuck you?”
“You, sir,” she whispers.
And I do.
I’m cognizant Alex and I are still working through what happened the other night but I’m arrogant and self-absorbed enough to take her at her word this morning when she reminded
me not to ‘overthink’ things.
“Nnngh...” she groans as I swirl my thumb over her clit. It’s not as easy as they make it look in porn. Both of us are slippery with water and keeping one hand cupped to her ribcage while holding her in place as I tease her hood with the other and continuing to fuck her is a bit of a balancing act. The shower tiles are glossed with wetness, as are the walls where her hands are braced, and while shower sex is fun, keeping all the parts in the right places is entirely different than tossing her around in our bed.
Not that any of that is going to stop me.
“Oh, God, sir,” Alex whispers as she clenches down on me.
“Mmm. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“I want to come in you.”
“Please. Please...”
“Uh uh uh,” I tell her reproachfully. “Not yet. Fashionably late...”
Alex hisses. “Oh my God, your timing is something else.”
I chuckle, then drive hard into her. She gives me the exact gasp I was hoping for, and now this stops being a game and becomes something far more animalistic. The noises Alex is making are driving me toward the edge, and I won’t be able to hold out much longer. However, teasing her is just as potent, and making her fucking come first before I give in to my own release is my priority right now.
“Are you close, Alex? Are you?”
“Yeeesss,” she cries in frustration.
“God, your clit feels so swollen.” I slam into her, and she whimpers in response. “You want to come, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Please, dammit... please...”
God, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do. Torturing her like this shouldn’t feel so good. Except it does. It’s a drug.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir, yes, sir, yessiryessiryessir...” The words become a babble, and I need her to come right now because I’m fucking lost, teetering at the edge of a cliff there’s zero chance I can stop myself from falling over.
“Then fucking come.” I thrust hard and, for several seconds I have no idea if she has or not because my cock’s jerking, my body rigid in orgasm as I give myself into it.
Alex is gasping when I finally come back to the present, and the wetness smearing my fingers is not just the wetter cascading the length of her body. She’s come or made a damn good impression of it, and since being truthful to each other has been the main focus of our conversations the last twenty-four hours, I’m betting this isn’t an act.
“Goddamn, Alex, you are incredible,” I rumble against her ear.
“Thank you, sir,” she responds in a breathy voice.
I pull her into my arms, holding her tight to my chest and, for a long moment, I luxuriate in the feeling of her body against mine.
Right now, I could forego the party, screw over Deacon and Mia and let them handle the negotiations that need to take place, all to take this woman back to my bed and do this over and over again.
I could, but I won’t.
“Okay, come on. We need to get ready for the party.”
“Fashionably late,” I growl into her ear as I take her lobe between my teeth.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I maneuver myself into position.
“Sir... Mia... I told her we’d be there...”
“Well now you’ll have something to talk about.”
I push into Alex’s pussy, and it’s clear for all her protesting she’s as ready for this as I am. She wraps me in slick warmth that makes my cock jerk. I press up into her until my thighs connect
with her ass, then I just hold her there, hilted inside.
Alex gasps, tilting her head back.
“I think someone forgot who’s in charge here,” I rumble.
“No, sir. Never, sir.”
“Then what are you going to do, Alex?”
“Take your cock, sir.”
“Does it matter what time we get to the party?”
“No, sir.”
I reach down to the apex of her legs, drawing my index finger over her clit, flicking up over the hood to drag a hiss out of her.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, sir.”
“Whose cum do you want?”
“Yours, sir. Always yours.”
“Who’s going to fuck you?”
“You, sir,” she whispers.
And I do.
I’m cognizant Alex and I are still working through what happened the other night but I’m arrogant and self-absorbed enough to take her at her word this morning when she reminded
me not to ‘overthink’ things.
“Nnngh...” she groans as I swirl my thumb over her clit. It’s not as easy as they make it look in porn. Both of us are slippery with water and keeping one hand cupped to her ribcage while holding her in place as I tease her hood with the other and continuing to fuck her is a bit of a balancing act. The shower tiles are glossed with wetness, as are the walls where her hands are braced, and while shower sex is fun, keeping all the parts in the right places is entirely different than tossing her around in our bed.
Not that any of that is going to stop me.
“Oh, God, sir,” Alex whispers as she clenches down on me.
“Mmm. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“I want to come in you.”
“Please. Please...”
“Uh uh uh,” I tell her reproachfully. “Not yet. Fashionably late...”
Alex hisses. “Oh my God, your timing is something else.”
I chuckle, then drive hard into her. She gives me the exact gasp I was hoping for, and now this stops being a game and becomes something far more animalistic. The noises Alex is making are driving me toward the edge, and I won’t be able to hold out much longer. However, teasing her is just as potent, and making her fucking come first before I give in to my own release is my priority right now.
“Are you close, Alex? Are you?”
“Yeeesss,” she cries in frustration.
“God, your clit feels so swollen.” I slam into her, and she whimpers in response. “You want to come, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Please, dammit... please...”
God, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do. Torturing her like this shouldn’t feel so good. Except it does. It’s a drug.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir, yes, sir, yessiryessiryessir...” The words become a babble, and I need her to come right now because I’m fucking lost, teetering at the edge of a cliff there’s zero chance I can stop myself from falling over.
“Then fucking come.” I thrust hard and, for several seconds I have no idea if she has or not because my cock’s jerking, my body rigid in orgasm as I give myself into it.
Alex is gasping when I finally come back to the present, and the wetness smearing my fingers is not just the wetter cascading the length of her body. She’s come or made a damn good impression of it, and since being truthful to each other has been the main focus of our conversations the last twenty-four hours, I’m betting this isn’t an act.
“Goddamn, Alex, you are incredible,” I rumble against her ear.
“Thank you, sir,” she responds in a breathy voice.
I pull her into my arms, holding her tight to my chest and, for a long moment, I luxuriate in the feeling of her body against mine.
Right now, I could forego the party, screw over Deacon and Mia and let them handle the negotiations that need to take place, all to take this woman back to my bed and do this over and over again.
I could, but I won’t.
“Okay, come on. We need to get ready for the party.”