He didn’t ask what she needed. He just gave it to her.
Jordan James is used to doing as she pleases and answering to no one, but when her life is threatened ex-special forces commander Robert Fitzwallace makes it his business to keep her safe. But the stern, sexy Scotsman isn’t just going to protect her. He’s going to master her.
She soon finds herself kneeling naked at Robert’s feet with her well-spanked bottom sore from a firm reminder of her place, and as Jordan is carried to her bedroom with the evidence of her blushing surrender still dripping down her bare thighs she knows there is much more to come.
He’s going to claim her so shamefully and completely that she will never forget who owns her.
Author: Delta James
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 58,100 words
“Present your pussy to me, ass up, chest down.” When she hesitated, he swatted her very red backside. “Now,” he commanded.
This time she did as she was told. He crawled up on the bed behind her, groaning as he ran his hands down along her spine before spreading out to grasp her hips.
“You have the most perfect body for fucking—a beautiful ass, small waist,” he said as he moved his hands up to span that. “And these beauties,” he said, sliding his hands under to roll her nipples between his fingers before pinching them, making her moan in a combination of pain and desire.
His body loomed large behind her as he edged closer to her, gripping her hips, pulling her closer so that her red ass was snugged up against his groin, his cock pressed between her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back, and his dick probed for her entrance. As soon as the broad head found its target he pushed forward, breaching her and driving to the end of her shaft in one bold move.
Jordan bit the pillow, trying to stifle the scream that signaled her climax. Her cunt shuddered all along his length as he began to thrust in and out. She was tight, but she was relaxed, and her body wanted to accept all he had to give her.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take it all,” he ground out as he pushed forward, burying himself.
He gripped her hips, holding her in place and not allowing her to move with him. He pulled back, forcing himself to drag all along her sheath until he was almost completely outside of her before plunging back in. Her body continued to soften until her cunt was easily accepting being breached.
Fitz’s head fell back as he began fucking her hard, rough, and deep. He wanted her to feel his possession, his dominance, his claiming of her body, heart, and soul. His hips rocked back and forth, his cock driving forward and deep each time as he thrust into her. He continued stroking long and hard as she came repeatedly.
Her hands curled into the pillow she was biting to keep from wailing her need. He wanted to hear her acknowledge her need. He turned her hips loose, grabbing the top of her shoulder with one hand while the other wrapped around her waist. He leaned back, hauling her up off the mattress so that her back was against his chest.
“You’re mine, Jordan James, do you hear me?” he grunted in rhythm with his thrusting. “I want to hear you say it.”
He fucked her harder from behind, forcing her knees wider, giving him better access. He pinched her nipples, keeping her tight up against him. His cheek next to hers, his breathing was labored and ragged, but still he fucked her with deep, powerful strokes. His mastery and possession of her body were complete.
“Who do you belong to, Jordan? Who is your master?”
She shook her head and he fucked her harder, pummeling her pussy, his cock never missing a beat. He forced her back down onto the bed, his cock jackhammering inside her, ravaging the walls of her cunt as he continued to wear her down. His hips slammed into her punished ass, but she couldn’t get away from him.
“Fitz,” she cried in desperation and need. “Please!”
“Who owns you, Jordan?” he growled.