Page 22 of Her Protector Daddies

I slammed one hand into the mirror for balance and the other clung to the edge of the dresser. My wet hair trailed over my left shoulder and Tyler pressed a hundred or more kisses all over my right. His lips, as soft as I had imagined, trailed from my shoulder to my neck, then up to my jaw. His hand on my hip caressed over my stomach and swept upward to my bare breast. He squeezed my flesh, pinched my nipple and then his hand swept south to my pussy.

“Fuck,” I sobbed out. His thrusts were relentless and powerful, shoving me repeatedly into the dresser but I barely registered when the edge bit into the tops of my thighs. I was too consumed by the pleasure coursing through me and the hungry need for Tyler to fuck me harder and harder.

“You like that?” he panted. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I moaned brokenly. It was exactly what I wanted.

When Tyler’s deft fingers slid through my pussy and stroked over my clit, I was lost. An explosion of pleasure rushed through me, lighting up every pleasure sense like a firework. I threw my head back onto his shoulder with a cry and came so hard that stars danced across my vision. My body locked up like a vice, muscles clamping down around Tyler’s cock and his rhythm stuttered. He moaned low, and a sweet, trembling gasp rushed past his lips.

A second later, intense heat flooded inside me as Tyler came and a deep sense of calming satisfaction washed over me.

Opening my eyes, I lifted my gaze to the mirror and when our gazes met, I smiled brightly. My body was flushed red and Tyler’s hands had, unknowingly, brushed over each part of me that I had been unwilling to look at.

It was a lot easier now, knowing that he had touched me last.

“Thanks,” I panted. Tyler laughed and shook his head, pressing a swift kiss to my shoulder as he pulled out of me.

“Yeah. You’re welcome.”

Immediately my core ached at the absence of his cock and I was tempted to ask for a round two, especially when I turned around and glimpsed the thick cock that had just taken me apart. I resisted though. Once was already pushing my luck.

“Alright, now I’ll get dressed,” I said, smiling.

Snatching a few clothes from the open suitcase, I slipped back into the bathroom only this time I closed the door. Tyler didn’t seem to notice; my last glimpse of him was as he was tucking himself back into his pants and reaching for his gun belt.

I dressed quickly, pausing to run my fingers over where the heat of his kisses lingered on my shoulder. That was better than any fantasy, and the pulsing anxiety that had lingered on the edge of my mind ever since the first attack seemed to calm for now.

Fully dressed, I made for the window. It opened easily and from there, it only took thirty seconds to wiggle through and catch the trellis just beneath my window. Maybe running from Tyler right after an amazing fuck wasn’t the smartest idea but this was my only chance.

I had to find a way to contact my dad.

9

JAY

“Listen, mister, I’m all for anarchy against the restriction of clothing, but you have to put your shorts on!”

My five-year-old son, Dae, stared at me with a toothy grin plastered over his face, then he turned and ran for the lounge as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“Dae!” Pushing up from where I was kneeling on the ground, I lightly jogged after him with a pair of blue shorts clasped in one hand. I found him on the other side of the coffee table. The moment we locked eyes, he lowered his stance in preparation to run, and since I was between him and the door, I did the same.

“You can’t escape me,” I laughed.

Dae squealed when I stepped forward and darted around the left side of the table. It was impossible to get annoyed when his infectious giggles filled the air and I chased him until my phone tinkled to life in my pocket.

Keeping an eye on Dae, I answered and pressed my phone between my head and shoulder.

“Yo.”

“Jay, we’ve got a problem.”

Tyler’s voice was so serious that I stopped chasing after Dae, not that he minded because he started dancing, taking my pause as a sign of his victory.

“Talk to me,” I said.

“Selena’s gone.

“What?!” Okay, we definitely had a problem.

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