Page 35 of Her Protector Daddies

My eyes widened. His thick, throbbing cock dragged across my bare thigh, leaving a trail of searing heat, and my core clenched painfully in response. Fuck.

I was so turned on that I was seeing stars and even the wound on Bailey’s arm didn’t even get a glance as I nodded quickly.

“Fuck me already,” I growled.

He pressed his entire body against mine, dragging his muscular torso upward so that every bump and curve of his muscles dragged against my hardened nipples. Shoving a strong, thick thigh between my legs, he lifted his legs until I was on my tiptoes and at the mercy of the pressure of his thigh pressing against my pussy.

“Please,” I begged, struggling to force coherent words past the jumble of sensations overloading my system.

Every kiss left me hungry for more; every touch seared into my skin right down to the bone, and the teasing brush of his cock every so often had my hips rocking uncontrollably against his thigh.

I arched into him, twisting against my fabric restraints and when I pouted, a sinful smirk crossed his face.

“Alright, darlin’.”

Oh, fuck.

Hearing his deep voice purr of the word darling was enough to end me. I was surely insane by now and happily so.

Bailey curled one strong arm around my waist and slotted right into the gap of my spread thighs. Tensing, I lifted my legs and no sooner did I have them around his waist than I got what I begged for.

His swollen, thick cock pressed against my soaked entrance, then he shoved inside me in one full thrust.

It took two of those thrusts to sheath entirely inside of me, and each punch of his hips forced air from my lungs. Each time I breathed in, I swear I could feel his cock just beneath my ribs.

To better support me, Bailey finally released me from my t-shirt prison and tossed the clothing away. I circled my arms around his thick shoulders, and my head tipped back against the tiles as he started to fuck me.

“Oh my—fuck!”

Those were my last words as his hips began to piston into me with such force and speed that they were a blur I couldn’t focus on. Bailey slammed his hand over my mouth to silence me and restricted my breathing to only through my nose, further limiting my ability to think coherent thoughts.

I was utterly at his mercy, and I drank up every powerful, sexy bit of attention he gave me. He fucked like a man possessed, slamming into me repeatedly with wild abandon. Deep, growling grunts and moans fell from his parted lips and each time our gazes met, his eyes were jet-black pools of ink.

One thing that did send constant pleasure flooding through my body was how his hips would grind up on every thrust, increasing pressure briefly over my clit and adding a sharp rush of pure ecstasy mingling with everything else.

There was no way I was going to hold out.

I lost count of thrusts, last count of the kisses laid over my shoulders and chest, lost all sense of reality under the heat of the pouring shower. There was only me and my protector, Bailey.

My orgasm exploded through me with no warning, knocking all air from my lungs, and I tightened around Bailey’s cock with a strangled cry that was muffled by his fingers. I clawed at his shoulders and tightened my heels into the small of his back. Pleasure crashed through me, wave after wave, and under the shower spray, there was a moment when I was certain I was drowning.

As I turned into a quivering mess, Bailey’s grunts pitched in volume and a rush of wet heat flooded through me as he came with a softer moan, and a sensation of utter bliss settled over me. Tingles swept up and down all of my limbs and when Bailey removed his hand from my mouth to kiss me, I was panting heavily.

“Holy… shit,” I gasped weakly between the kisses.

“Do you feel better?” he asked huskily. “More alive?”

I was confused at first, unsure what that question had to do with the mind-blowing sex we just had, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized. Part of my insane attraction to him in the street was because my adrenaline and fear had spiked so high I was struggling to function.

Right now, as he slowly lowered me down, I was calmer in his arms. Much calmer.

“Yeah, actually,” I replied, wincing as a sharp ache speared through my hips. “Holy shit, you fuck hard.”

“Too hard?” Bailey cupped my face, and his eyes were flooded with concern as the water poured around us like our own private waterfall.

“No, no. Not at all.”

Bailey seemed happy with my answer but he didn’t let me far out of his grasp. As we came down from the post-orgasm high, Bailey took over washing me from head to toe and even spent a delicate amount of time unbraiding my hair so he could wash it properly. Each time I tried to do the same to him, particularly since blood was still leaking from his arm, he refused and would turn me around to face away from him.

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