Page 48 of Dearest Protector

Virgin! Virgin! Virgin!

Nope!That idiotic chant still wasn’t helping.

Someday, Ariel Prescottwouldbe mine, even if I had to wait to make that happen.

Any other possibility was intolerable to me.

That casual little comment she’d made earlier about getting herself off certainly hadn’t helped my peace of mind.

Immediately, I’d seen that fantasy play out in my head.

Over and over again.

And God help her if she’d managed to reach my cock before I’d stopped her in the hot tub.

All of the promises I’d made to myself that I wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability would have flown away in the breeze once her fingers had wrapped around my dick.

I needed her.

And every primal instinct inside me when it came to Ariel had been urging me to satisfy her, morals and scruples be damned.

I let out a strangled groan of frustration as I wrapped my hand around my cock.

Every muscle in my body was tight as I stroked up and down the shaft.

I closed my eyes, and my head hit the shower enclosure with a loudthump.

My thoughts immediately focused on an image of Ariel, completely naked on her bed, stroking herself to climax. It was an erotic fantasy that had been haunting me all evening.

I wondered how long I’d be able to watch that happen in my mind before the primitive urge to satisfy her myself would take over.

Or…maybe I wouldn’t interrupt.

Maybe I’d just be an observer because watching her reach her orgasm would be the most riveting sight I’d ever seen.

Christ!She was beautiful for so many reasons, and not all of them had to do with her curly blonde hair, her supple body, those amazing baby blues of hers or those plump lips that I desperately wanted wrapped around my cock right now.

Yeah, I wanted her like I’d never wanted any other female, but the attraction went well beyond physical desire.

I wanted to fucking claim her, protect her, and make sure she never knew another moment of pain or uncertainty in her life.

My hand got rougher on my dick as I imagined Ariel, her fingers in her wet pussy, running over and over her clit.

Of course, while she was doing that, she was thinking about me and only me.

Hell, it wasmyfantasy. I could imagine whatever the fuck I wanted.

And I did. I let my imagination run wild.

She was thinking about how good it would feel if I had my head between her thighs, eating her out until she was on the brink of her climax.

“Ben,” I imagined her moaning, her head thrown back, her fingers moving faster over her engorged clit.

She was hungry. She needed satisfaction, and my girl was going to get it one way or the other.

A thin sheen of perspiration was making her skin glow, and her race to satisfaction was etched into her expression.

Christ!She was fucking stunning, and the way she went after what she wanted made my cock twitch as I jerked harder and harder on my cock while my sexual fantasy continued.

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