Page 41 of Falling for Her Protector

I move from her lips, kissing a trail down her neck before reaching the delicate strap of the tank top still clinging to her torso. The sight of her hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric has me hard as a rock. A low groan leaves my throat and her eyes widen at my reaction.

She lifts, allowing me to peel the top up and away from her body. The vision of her bare breasts is beyond my wildest dreams. I feel like a fucking teenager again.

“God damn, baby,” I praise and she flushes the softest shade of pink.

I bring my mouth back to her heated skin, letting my tongue trace a line down between her generous mounds. My lips cover one of her nipples, sucking softly and letting the sweetness fill my mouth.

My hand touches the smooth skin of her stomach, sliding slowing towards the heat that I know is hiding beneath her panties. My fingers linger, playing at the lacey edge until she breathes out a soft moan, seeming to beg for something more. I let my hand slip beneath the soft barrier as her welcoming warmth pulls me in close.

I slide easily over her tight slit, spreading her growing wetness as I begin to lightly rub her needy clit. Her back arches almost instantly and her moaning grows louder, encouraging me to continue.

“Do you like that, baby?” I question playfully, finally pulling my lips away from her luscious tits.

“Mmhmm,” she breathes as I continue to play with her slick pussy. My fingers slip inside and her tight walls hold me as I plunge deeper into her soft heat. I want more of her. I fucking need more of her right now.

“I want you,” I growl into her neck.

“Okay,” she offers, giving me the permission I need.

I pull my hand back, stripping her panties completely away from her body before quickly maneuvering out of my own boxer briefs and releasing my now throbbing cock. I lift, hovering over her and staring down at the beautiful and unbelievably sexy woman bare in my bed –our bed.

Our bed.

Shit, I really like the sound of that.

“Do you want me?” I ask and her eyes light up as her hands lift to touch my chest and she nods.

My thick shaft fills my hand as I guide it towards her soft entrance. I press forward, filling her completely in one swift motion. Her sweet juices coat me as I pull back and thrust deeper.

God fucking damn. I never dreamed it could be like this. I thought that was all shit they made up for movies. But right now, with Vanessa, this is that moment. It's like fucking magic.

Our eyes stay locked as our bodies move together. I know she’s close when her eyes roll back to the ceiling before closing completely, and her fingers dig into my strained biceps.

“Oh...my...God...ahhh...,” she breathes as her walls tighten around me.

“Fuuuck,” I roar as my release hits full force. It’s impossible to contain any longer, as her pussy continues to pulse tightly around my length.

I lower, quickly finding her lips once more before finally relaxing beside her on my pillow. She turns on her side, facing me. She curls in closer and I know without a fucking doubt that Vanessa is everything I never even knew that I needed.

“Stay with me here,” I say. Her brow furrows in confusion and it’s completely fucking adorable. “Stay with me here, at the cabin. I want this to be ours, together,” I clarify and her eyes instantly turn wide and glassy.

“Really? But what about the clubhouse?” she asks remembering the place that I’ve called home my entire adult life.

“My room isn’t going anywhere. But that’s not my home anymore. This is, here, when I’m with you,” I tell her honestly.

“What about Lacey, and the apartment? I don’t want her to be mad,” she worries.

“Just for a minute, stop thinking about everyone else. What do you want? What would make you happiest? And be honest, I can take it,” I say, biting my tongue. If she says she wants to live with my sister, I honestly might lose my shit.

“Living here,” she breathes. “I love this cabin,” her words rush over me.

“You’re sure?” I confirm for my own peace of mind. She offers a small nod and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in tight against my chest, causing her to giggle softly.

“Shit, I almost forgot. I have one more birthday present for you, but it’s back at the clubhouse,” I suddenly remember as I continue to squeeze her.

“What is it?” she requests.

“I’m not telling,” I tease.

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