Page 22 of Her Dirty Defender

“Jesus.” My voice is barely a whisper, my head dropping back against the pillow as pleasure crashes over me in hot, electric waves.

He chuckles, low and deep, his breath teasing over my throat as his hips roll, slow and deliberate. "That’s just the beginning, sweetheart."

The promise in his voice sends another sharp jolt of need straight to my core, and I realize?—

I am so completely, utterly fucked. Well, not yet, but the fucking part is imminent.

Gripping his neck, I push my face against the dense muscle of his shoulder. His fingers slide farther between my thighs, becoming damp as he strokes the soft furrow of my sex in a lazy rhythm. For a long, blissful minute, he holds me like that, warming me with his body until I strain against the ridge of his erection.

His mouth follows his hands, kissing, tasting, teasing until his head is positioned between my thighs and I’m a trembling mess of need and desire. He shoulders my thighs wide, his hot breath fanning my skin. His thumbs sweep over the pulse in the sensitive crease between my thigh and groin, and I wriggle and jerk under the tiny flicks of his tongue.

Gripping my hands, he pins them to my sides. “Don’t move,” he mutters as his head lowers to the strip of curls between my legs.

Do I have razor burn down there? Why didn’t I invest in that epilator on QVC, the one with the wide head and trimmer attachment that?—

“Oh, God.”

My thoughts scatter as his thumbs part my folds. His breath fills my cleft with steamy heat. A moan rises in my throat, and my wrists twist in his grasp.

I glance down, unbearably aroused by his absorbed expression, his attention focused on my quivering flesh. His tongue searches and he licks one side of my sex, then the other, the tip of his tongue teasing delicately. It slips over my melting flesh to find the entrance to my body, filling me with silky heat… withdrawing… filling.

I go weak all over, my sex pulsing urgently. As he nuzzles and plays with me, I try to angle my body so he’ll touch the peak that throbs so desperately. He doesn’t seem to understand what I want as he licks around the sensitive spot but never quite reaches it.

“Please,” I whisper, unable to find words for what I want. “Please.”

But he continues to deny me until I realize he’s doing it deliberately. Frustrated, I reach down and grip his hair to position him where I need him, feeling his breath puff against me as he chuckles.

I hold my breath, aware of a hot trickle of moisture leaking from my body.

Finally,finally,his tongue laps my clit, and I can’t contain my wild cry as I arch into his mouth. He takes his time, licking, nibbling, flattening his tongue against the sensitive nub.

“Don’t stop…” I pull at his dark head frantically, groaning as he swirls his tongue over me once more.

He draws out every sensation until I’m begging him, pleading with him to give me more, to give me everything.

I’m barely aware of him plucking the condom from the nightstand and sheathing himself. Catching my wrists, he pulls them over my head and settles his hips between my thighs, taking care not to crush me. His shaft is cradled in the hot valley between my legs.

His hazel eyes stare directly into mine as he releases my hands. “Leave them there.”

I obey with a gasp as he kisses my breasts, moving from one to the other. With each swipe of his tongue, I nearly rise off the mattress. His cock bumps against me, teasing, rubbing, and tormenting, while his mouth draws hungrily on my nipples. I arch upward as the pleasure builds inside me, gaining intensity…

I hover on the brink, waiting, waiting…

Oh, please…

My orgasm finally washes over me. I cry out as rich spasms spread from the center of my body.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls against my taut throat, his hips working gently over mine.

My climax eases into long shivers as he smooths my hair back from my damp forehead.

Lifting one of my legs, he hooks it over his elbow so my hips tilt and my thighs are splayed wide. I push my fingers into his hair with a groan and wrap my free leg around his thigh so the sole of my foot rests on his calf. It feels good, so good—the weight of him on top of me, his arms around me, his mouth devouring me.

The broad head of his cock presses against my entrance for a split second before he thrusts inside me. I jerk, losing my breath, as pain lances through me.

His head whips up, his eyes burning into mine. “Shit.Why didn’t you tell me you’re?—”

I press my fingers to his mouth to stall his words. “This is my choice.Mine.And I chose you. Don’t turn this into something bigger than it is.” I swallow. “Please.”

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