Page 45 of Protected By Her Daddy

“Gabe, I-I’m still on my period,” I admit in a rush. “That’s why I was… you know. I-I didn’t think you’d want to do anything until after, but I was horny, so I…” I trail off, biting my lip.

Gabriel smacks my ass. Hard. “Naughty girl. You should know by now that my favorite place is inside my wife.” He lowers his head, nipping my ear. “It’s my job to take care of you. Can’t have my needy little bird in here all alone with her fingers buried in her tight cunt because she’s embarrassed about a little blood. I had your virgin blood on my cock, remember? You think a little menstrual blood is going to stop me from fucking your hot little hole?”

A whimper escapes my throat. “N-no?”

“Right answer.”

God, this man unravels me with every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise.

He whips me around to face him, claiming my mouth in a fevered kiss. Our teeth clash, our tongues slide together. It’s messy and carnal and perfect.

Breaking the kiss, Gabriel grabs the shaving foam and a razor from the shower caddy before dropping to his knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Shaving you. I want to see every inch of my pussy. Hold on to the grab rail. Lift your foot and rest it on my shoulder.”

My belly swoops as I follow his instructions. He sprays the shaving foam into his big palm, and his warm fingers spread it over my mound and outer folds.

“Um, have you done this before?”

He pauses, the razor poised an inch from my pussy. “No. Hold still.”

My breath catches. I whimper at the first touch of the cold blade against my flesh, as much from arousal as from trepidation.

Brow furrowed, Gabriel slides the razor over my skin, one deft stroke after another, pausing several times to rinse the blade. My fingers dig into his shoulders to keep my balance, watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It suddenly dawns on me that this is turning him on as he stares at the smooth skin the blade has revealed. I look down, seeing my pussy now bare of hair, the flesh flushed pink.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters. He parts me, brushing my most sensitive spot, the tip of one finger slipping inside me and making me moan. Then, his mouth is on me, hot and slick.

Gabriel has gone down on me before, but without my feminine curls, every inch of my pussy is free for him to tease and taste. He draws my puffy folds into his mouth, licks my mound, and suckles my throbbing clit. I spear my fingers through his wet hair, writhing and arching, the heat in my belly a molten blaze.

Lowering my leg and ensuring I’m stable, he stands, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. “You want my cock, little one?”

“Yes. God, yes!”

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”

He boosts me so the tiled wall supports my back and presses his hips forward. But rather than entering me, he slides his cock back and forth between my folds, bumping the head over my clit with each pass.

“Please, Gabe. I need you,” I sob, tipping my hips, trying to get him where my body throbs for him.

We both groan as he buries himself inside me with one slow thrust, and I close around him like a hot, tight fist. He pulls out and drives into me with a sharp punch of his hips, raining kisses on my face, throat, and breasts. He ruts into me again and again, the angle driving him against that perfect spot inside me.

“Gabe!”

My climax hits me unexpectedly, my inner muscles clenching as I come in waves. On and on until I finally sag against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder, shivering in the aftermath as the pleasure ebbs.

After a minute, I raise my eyes to his. “You didn’t?—”

He smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He quickly cleans us and shuts off the shower. Grabbing a large, fluffy towel, he dries me and then himself before lifting me and carrying me to the bed.

“On all fours. Let me see that perfect ass in the air.”

I shiver as lust, hot and sharp, spikes again. I do as he says, looking over my shoulder at him. “Gabe? I-I want to try.”

His face tautens. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

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