What He Shields (What He Wants Book Seventeen) by Hannah Ford Read Free Book Online

floor.
    “Get in the cage, Charlotte.”
I stepped down from the podium and walked toward the cage.   When I was inside, I turned to look at
him, standing there, his eyes filled with pain.  
    Then he followed me into the cage, pushed me up
against the bars, the steel pressing into my back as his hands intertwined with
mine.
    “Charlotte,” he groaned, his hands sliding over
my body, inspecting the marks he’d left on me.   “Charlotte, what have I done to you?”
    “Shhh,” I said, putting my lips to his.   “Shh.”   Our mouths found each other, our kisses
intensifying, the two of us kissing with such passion and ferocity I couldn’t
have imagined it even existed, much less that it could be something I would
experience.  
    His hands moved over my body, and I reached
down and undid his belt, desperate to feel him.  
    He groaned as my hand wrapped around his shaft,
rock hard and ready for me.   I
squeezed and he groaned again and pushed me down to my knees.   I removed his pants and wrapped my mouth
around his cock, sucking on him hungrily, trying to soothe his emotional scars
with physical pleasure.
    His hips thrust into me, his torso angled back
so that he could get a better angle on me, a better amount of friction.   I swirled my tongue around the head of
his dick the way I knew he liked and he groaned.  
    “Use your hand, baby.”
    And I did, taking him in my hand, sucking and
stroking, our eyes locked as I watched the pleasure move over his face, watched
him slowly start to lose his grip on the control he clung to so dearly.  
    “I need to fuck you,” Noah groaned, and he
grabbed me around the waist, picking me up and pulling me to the ground.  
    I climbed on top of him before he could stop
me, and he grabbed my wrists, his nails sinking into my skin and as he started
to roll me over, but I dug my heels into the ground and clenched my thighs
together.  
    “No,” I whispered, leaning over him so that my
hair brushed against his chest.   “Please, Noah, I want to be on top of you.”
    He’d never let me be on top before, had never
let me have any control when it came to what we did sexually.   Resistance crossed his face, but I
kissed him.
    “Please,” I whispered.
    He nodded, but his nails dug deeper into my
skin as I grabbed his dick and positioned it against my pussy before sliding
down on top of him, the pleasure of feeling him inside of me this way firing
through my body like a bullet from a gun, over and over and over again, each
shot of pleasure more intense than the one before it.
    I began to rock on top of him, my clit sliding
over his shaft.   I tipped my head
back, and watched as his hooded gaze dropped down to the place we were
connected, the look on his face one of pure ecstasy.
    He let me ride him for as long as he could take
it, for as long as he could let himself feel vulnerable.   It wasn’t long – maybe thirty
seconds, and then he grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto the dirty floor,
thrusting inside of me, his need taking over.
    He fucked me hard and fast, his hips bucking
into mine, filling me.
    We came at the same time, him unloading into me
as my pussy clenched around him, my orgasm rocking me so hard that I shivered
when it was finally over, when that last wave of incredible euphoria had finally
finished sliding through my body.
    Noah collapsed on top of me, both of us
panting, and I ran my hands down over his back and squeezed my eyes shut tight,
letting the reality of what had just happened wash over me.
    It was one of the first times Noah had begun to
let his walls down.   And in order to
do that, he’d needed to exert control in other ways, i.e. by whipping me.Was this what he would expect
now, every time I inquired about his past or asked him something personal?   Would it take me being vulnerable, for
him having control over me, for him to let his guard down?
    It was a disconcerting thought, and I didn’t
know what it meant for our future.
    How could