Page 38 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
“Doesn’t matter,” he growled, his face growing dark. “I wanted you, right from the start. I just knew I could never have you.”
“Why not?” Sunny asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “I mean, what makes you think?—”
“It is time! Our lovely lady with the big milk-makers shall sit upon The Chair of Female Pleasure and allow the winner of our contest—who is now her owner—to taste her treasures!”
It was the voice of Chief Lowhung, interrupting them at the very worst time, Sunny thought. She couldn’t believe that Greer had been wanting her all this time! But why would he think he couldn’t have her? He absolutely could. After the last day and a half, she wanted him more than ever. She just wished she could tell him so, but they were being herded towards the table with the Queening Chair on it.
At the last minute, Greer leaned down to murmur in her ear,
“Be a good girl and spread that little pussy for me, baby. Can’t wait to taste your sweet juices right from the source.”
Sunny put her hands to her burning cheeks. Her heart was pounding and her body felt hot and cold all over. She was wearing nothing but the grass skirt again and her bare breasts felt heavy despite the float dots under them—her nipples were tight with anticipation.
“All…all right,” she whispered back. Then the two of them were separated.
The Thropp’ians ushered her forward, gesturing for her to climb onto the table. The crowd pressed in, murmuring in anticipation. Clearly they loved it when someone put on a show for them.
Greer stretched out on the table, beneath the chair’s frame, his broad shoulders filling the space, his head positioned right under the opening in the seat.
Sunny hesitated uncertainly. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let Greer taste her in front of the entire Thropp’ian tribe?
“Come on, little one,” she heard him rumble. “I’m waiting.”
The rest of the tribe were waiting too. They were pressing forward to get a good view and Sunny suddenly felt like she was starring in a porno.
She sat down tentatively, her thighs trembling. Her pussy was bare beneath the grass skirt and she could feel Greer’s hot breath on her as she slid into position. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable…but also incredibly hot.
The moment her Protector’s big, warm hands slid up the insides of her legs, her breath hitched.
Oh God, can’t believe I’m doing this!
And yet she was—she was about to let Greer taste her in front of all these people. She was already wet—maybe from nerves, or maybe from the sheer wrongness of all these eyes on her. But why did it feel good too? Why did she like it when they stared? Maybe she really was an exhibitionist, she thought. Maybe?—
Then Greer’s mouth found her.
The first stroke of his tongue was slow and deep, tasting her like he had all the time in the world.
“Fuck!” she heard him mutter. “So fucking good, little one.”
Then he licked her again, his tongue sliding even deeper to caress the aching button of her clit. The warm, intimate touch sent shivers through her entire body and she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Spread your pussy wider for me, baby,” she heard Greer growl. “Open yourself for me—need to get my tongue deep in that sweet little slit.”
Blushing, Sunny reached between her legs. With trembling fingers, she spread her outer pussy lips even wider. Then she tilted her hips and pressed down, grinding her open pussy against his warm, wet mouth.
She heard a growl of pure lust and then the long fingers gripping her legs tightened convulsively as Greer began to lick her in earnest.
Sunny’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure overtook her. She tried to stay still, to stay silent, but his mouth was relentless—nuzzling, licking, sucking until the heat in her belly spread like wildfire.
“Oh God, Greer!” she moaned.
Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, she realized she wasn’t shying away—she was grinding on him. Her hands gripped the carved wooden arms of the Queening chair as she rotated her hips and pressed down hard—grinding so the crowd could see every movement, hear every gasp.
And God help her, it turned her on even more to know they were watching.
Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair harder—until she could feel the carvings digging into her palms. The murmur of the onlookers faded to a low roar in her ears, drowned out by the wet, hungry sounds Greer was making between her thighs. She had never felt so exposed…or so hot. Oh God, she was getting close…so close…
And then she came—came so hard she cried out, her back arching, her hips rolling as her pussy pressed against his seeking tongue. Her release pulsed through her in waves, dragging another orgasm right behind it, and then another.
