Page 79 of My Secret to Protect

He reads me. He knows my body and what I need better than I do. Giving up control isn’t easy for me, but I trust him to handle me with care and expertise like I’ve never known.

As I reach the bedroom, I turn on the lamps. He’s not right behind me, and I know he stopped to make sure everything was locked up. As I turn to wait for him, the door opens, and he steps inside.

‘Lights on, pix?’ he smirks, ‘you want to see everything.’

It’s not a question. He knows I like to see him as much as he likes to see me. Over the past week, we’ve had sex day and night, lights on and off, and it has all been amazing. Making love in the dark and quiet of the middle of the night, lazily fucking in the morning, hard and fast banging with me bent over the dining table as our lunch cooks on the stove, all of it mind-blowing and incredible, but when he’s like this, cool, calm and ready to melt me into a puddle of desire and pure unadulterated pleasure, I want to be able to see the look on his face. I want to watch my fingers push into the blond hair covering his chest. I want to see the blush of red bloom across our skin.

‘I still can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see you this way,’ he says, his voice low as he approaches me like a predator stalking its prey. My body trembles, and I swallow hard as the excitement and arousal are almost too much to bear.

My attention drops to his crotch, the hardening bulge behind his zipper, and I wet my lips with my tongue without really meaning to. Arlo chuckles, slowly, deeply and my eyes lift to meet his.

‘Now that your lips are all wet,’ he closes the remaining distance and reaches up to grip my chin, tipping my head back and running the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, ‘it’d be a shame not to put them to good use.’ Yes, God, yes, please. Arlo smirks, then pulls off his shirt, dropping it to the floor, then reaches out for a pillow from the bed and drops it between us. ‘Kneel, Bree.’

I do without hesitation, dropping to my knees on the pillow. The height difference between us has made us laugh this past week as we’ve had to work to figure things out, but at this moment, neither of us is laughing. I tip my head back to gaze up at him from my position on the floor and watch as his chest rises and falls with the intensity of his breath. He’s a god, a mountain of a man, and he’s all mine.

Arlo reaches forward, gathering up my hair in his fist and tugging my head back, making me gasp as he grips my chin with his free hand.

‘I like how you look when you’re on your knees, pix.’ He growls, and it hits the spot. Wetness floods between my legs, and I sigh at his words. ‘Take my dick out.’

Eagerly, as he releases me from his hold, I reach up to do as I’m told, opening and tugging his jeans down a bit to pull out his cock and marveling once more at the size. It’s proportionate — I tell myself — Arlo is a big guy, he has length and thickness that require more than a little preparation for me but he was made for me, and I was made for him. We fit together like a two-piece puzzle in the bedroom and out of it.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I moan as I hold him in my hands, tracing the veins and soft skin under my fingertips. Arlo’s fingers thread into my hair as I dab my finger into the precum gathered at the tip and spread it across the tight, swollen head, making him hiss as he sucks in a sharp breath.

‘Open your mouth, Bree,’ he orders, and I comply, sticking out my tongue eagerly. ‘Fuck, look at you, my perfect little pixie.’

Inching forward, Arlo pushes the head of his cock over my waiting tongue and into my open mouth. I have to open more, stretching my lips around the thickness of his shaft, but he doesn’t wait, and I don’t want him to. My tongue flicks and circles the head, wetting my lips and allowing him to push farther into my mouth. I grip his base with my hand, knowing from experience that I can’t take him all in my mouth, also knowing from experience that regardless, I give damn good head.

‘That’s it, sugar.’ Gripping my hair, he starts to thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, but I don’t let that stop me and nor does he. I lift my chin and open myself up to him as my hand and mouth make him sigh and moan. ‘Fuck, Bree, you’re perfect.’

I want him to come. I need him to. I need to know that I got him there, and he knows that’s what I want. That’s why he pulls out of my mouth before that can happen. With a chuckle at my groan of disappointment, Arlo holds out his hand for mine and helps me up to standing, then reaches his free hand between my thighs and runs his fingers through the wetness there. I moan, my knees weakening slightly as he grazes my clit then slides a finger into me.

‘You’re not calling the shots tonight, sugar.’ He thrusts his finger into me slowly as he uses a hand on my back to hold my body against his. ‘I know what you need, Bree.’ He inserts a second finger, and I whine at the sensation. ‘Lay on the bed, spread those legs nice and wide for me.’

He pulls out his fingers, and my body sags. With another deep chuckle, Arlo turns me toward the bed and slaps my ass hard. With a surprised yelp, I stumble forward but turn my head to meet his amused look with a glare.

‘Don’t look at me that way, pix, or my plans will change from worshiping your body to spanking the shit out of you.’

My smirk draws a dark laugh from him. ‘Brat.’ He grins darkly as he steps toward me, and I climb onto the bed. ‘Stop,’ he says firmly, and I freeze on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, my exposed ass and pussy on full display. ‘Stay right fucking there, pix.’

The edge to his words has me shivering, but his rough hands stroking then gripping my ass cheeks have me burning up.

‘Mine,’ he growls before leaning down to run his tongue down the crack of my ass. I whimper at the sensation, and he runs it back up. ‘Put your head on the mattress, keep this ass up nice and high.’

He doesn’t need to tell me twice, and I drop, my hard nipples rubbing against the bed as I stretch out my arms above my head.

‘Mmm,’ he moans. ‘I could just look at you like this all night.’ His large hand rubs roughly up the length of my spine and back down. I inhale deeply and try to steady my breath but I’m getting impatient. I need him.

‘Got something to say, short stuff?’ he asks, and I know what he’ll do if I ask him to touch me. He’ll stop. I relinquished control to him tonight. I just need to remember that.

‘No,’ I say, my voice muffled against the mattress.

‘Good.’ Without warning, he pushes two fingers back into me, and I cry out at the sudden invasion until he crooks them and finds that special spot inside me that has me seeing stars. ‘Then come for me, Breanne. Let me hear you.’

Arlo’s thumb covers my clit, applying pressure the way he knows I like and rubbing circles as his fingers work me from the inside. He’s not touching me anywhere else. Two fingers and a thumb, that’s all he’s using, and I’m coming apart, moaning like a porn star under his touch.

‘Arlo,fuck, oh my fuck… Please,please.’ I don’t know what I’m pleading for, but the words pour out of me, and he doesn’t stop. He plays me like an instrument and makes my body fucking sing.

‘That’s it, Bree,’ he encourages. ‘Breathe, honey, let it take you.’

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