Page 10 of Road Trip With Her Daddy Protector

My own body hardens at the taste of her, and I can’t get enough. I nearly pass out from licking her, and I can feel my own orgasm creeping closer.

I’ve never fucking come while going down on a woman, but there’s a first time for everything. I use my fingers on her opening, pushing one finger inside her.

She’s tight, and I can’t wait until I can bury my cock deep inside her. She grinds against my face, and I can feel her orgasm light her up as she screams out, “I’m coming.”

My own orgasm takes over, and my hard cock unleashes ribbon after ribbon of cum against the sheets.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as soon as both our bodies calm. “I’ve never done that before.”

Lola blinks lazily at me, her post orgasmic bliss taking over. “Done what?”

“Come from eating pussy. You’re magical.”

She smiles, and I kiss her before leaving the bed to clean us up. I pad into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth for her.

After cleaning us up, I lay down next to her. “You felt so good,” I tell her.

Lola smiles at me, and I realize I’d do anything to keep this woman smiling for the rest of her life. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and I’d do anything for her.

I pull her into my arms and together we lay in bed, resting as I hear her breathing even out.

Morning sunlight spillsthrough the windshield, bathing the truck cab in a warm, golden glow. I grip the steering wheel loosely, stealing glances at Lola as she gazes dreamily out the passenger window. My heart feels lighter today, freer than it has in years. It's impossible to ignore the profound shift that's happened between us. She's mine now, and the thought fills me with an undeniable pride—and a deep, fierce protectiveness.

“You alright over there?” I ask gently, my voice softer than usual.

She turns toward me, her smile radiant and genuine. “Better than alright. I feel...perfect.”

Warmth blooms in my chest, and I chuckle softly. “Glad to hear it.”

We drive in comfortable silence, the road winding gently through dense Georgia woodlands. Lola hums softly along with the radio, occasionally glancing my way with eyes bright and full of quiet joy. Every time our gazes meet, my pulse quickens. I’ve never felt like this—never allowed myself to imagine something this good could be real.

After an hour or two, Lola points excitedly toward a sign for a state park. “Can we stop here? Take a little hike? Stretch our legs?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” I reply easily, pulling into the small parking area beneath towering oaks and maples.

We step from the truck into the fresh morning air, breathing deeply. Birds sing cheerfully overhead, their songs echoing softly through the trees. I reach out instinctively, my hand finding Lola’s. Her fingers lace with mine naturally, and the simple gesture sends warmth through me.

The trail winds gently through the woods, sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above, dappling the path with golden patches. Lola walks close beside me, her steps light, eyes sparkling with happiness.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she murmurs, squeezing my hand softly.

“Yeah,” I agree, though my gaze remains fixed on her. “Absolutely perfect.”

She laughs softly, nudging me playfully. “You’re supposed to be looking at the trees, Gus.”

“Why would I do that when you’re right here?” I tease gently.

Her cheeks flush pink, but she leans into me, head resting briefly against my arm. “I’ve never felt this way,” she admits quietly. “This...safe. Happy.”

I stop walking, turning to face her fully, heart pounding with sudden intensity. “I promise, Lola, I’ll do everything to make sure you always feel this way. Safe. Happy. Loved.”

Her eyes widen at the last word, shimmering with emotion. “Loved?”

I nod slowly, reaching up to cup her cheek tenderly. “Loved,” I repeat softly, voice rough with sincerity. “That’s exactly what this is.”

Her breath catches softly, and she steps closer, lifting onto her toes to bring her lips closer to mine. “Then show me again,” she whispers.

I don’t hesitate. My mouth claims hers gently, savoring her softness, her warmth. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss deepens, slow and passionate, filled with everything we’ve both been holding back for far too long.

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