Page 49 of Her Protector Daddies

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I just sort of feel… like I can’t sit still, y’know? Like, even when I try it’s like something bubbles up inside of me and I have to move or I’ll be eaten alive.” Saying it out loud sounded more crazy than I expected, and I winched sharply. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Bailey’s smile softened. “I’ll be more than happy to entertain you.”

Smoothing my brow, I stared up at him. “Does that count as using you for sex?”

“Do you hear me complaining?” Bailey wound one strong arm around my waist and pulled me snugly against his solid chest, then his firm lips collided with mine.

It was like a switch flipped in my mind, and the budding anxiety that prickled my arms and legs faded instantly.

He carried me upstairs so quickly that I barely even noticed that we had moved. I was utterly distracted by the firm, greedy press of his lips and the soft bristle of his facial hair against my cheek. He kissed me deeply, scarcely giving me a moment to breathe until my back hit the mattress. I bounced and our mouths collided once more.

His hair slid like silk through my fingers and my back arched, pressing up into the hard line of his body. Bailey’s strong hands roamed over my body, then they stopped at the hem of my jeans and immediately began to unbutton them. Within minutes, he was tugging them so sharply down my legs that the denim grazed my sensitive skin.

I gasped, and his tongue dove into my mouth in a hungry search to consume me, and I let him. We kissed until air was demanded, and when we broke apart, he lingered in my space, sharing the same air as he pushed my panties away from my hips.

“Bailey,” I moaned softly.

A warm smile melted across his face, deepening the laughter lines around his eyes, then he vanished from view. A chill settled over my torso in the absence of his body heat and I propped myself up onto my elbows, then immediately sank back down onto the bed with a low moan as Bailey’s mouth pressed up against my outer pussy lips and kissed me.

My pulse quickened, and warmth stole across my body, chasing away the lingering chill. One strong arm hooked around my left thigh, placing Bailey’s left hand flat against my pelvis. He placed slow, open-mouthed kisses up and down my vulva and then the weapon-worn, rougher skin of his right hand slid down my right thigh, then underneath me to join his mouth.

Those fingers delicately parted my outer lips and then Bailey dragged his tongue slowly across my pussy, from hole to clit in one firm swipe.

A moan tore from my throat and I arched off of the bed, fighting with my own hands about where to touch. I gripped my hair with one hand and caressed my abdomen with the other. Then, as Bailey continued to lap at my core, my hands switched to my breasts, where I rubbed the heel of my palms against my stiffening nipples.

My mind was quiet, and my body wound tightened than an over-taught bowstring. Bailey knew exactly what he was doing. The slow licks of his tongue quickly became gentle, sucking kisses over my clit that were broken ever so often by the pointed tip of his tongue dancing around and over my clit.

The fingers of his right hand left my pussy lips now that he was pressed so close to consume me, and instead, he slid them slowly inside of me with his fingers curled. One pointed flick of my clit with his tongue and a press of his curled fingers inside me and pleasure pulsed so powerfully through me that my mind flashed white. I cried out loudly, arching harder up from the bed and when I tried to move my hips away from the stimulation, Bailey’s left arm held me in place.

That was thrilling.

Typically, I didn’t enjoy feeling powerless but knowing that Bailey simply couldn’t let me go was amazing.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped out. “Bailey!”

Restricted movement didn’t stop me from rocking my hips slightly back and forth. My hands roamed over my body, teasing at my nipples through my shirt, brushing over my sweat-dampened neck and even suckling on my own fingers as Bailey’s expert tongue dragged me closer and closer to orgasm.

Every nerve inside me lit up to a hundred. My remaining clothes were smothering, and yet, at the same time, writhing them against my body was just as pleasure-inducing as the constant attention from Bailey’s tongue. My core tightened rhythmically and no other thoughts graced my mind other than Bailey.

He consumed me.

“Yes, yes yes!” I gasped, my voice breaking. Each stroke of his tongue brought me closer and closer and when my body tensed up to the point that I couldn’t breathe, I was in heaven.

My climax hit so forcefully that my torso jerked upwards and my legs flew with a mind of their own. My scream of pleasure bounced off the walls and I wrapped my thighs around Bailey’s head, holding him in place.

Pulse after pulse of pleasure rocked through me, causing me to twitch and jerk uncontrollably. Bailey didn’t stop the caress of his tongue or the gentle pump of his fingers until I was a trembling, panting mess.

Only then did he release me.

“Holy… shit.” I slumped back down onto the bed, utterly boneless. Bailey crawled over the top of me, a welcome heat, and when we were face to face, he gently brushed a few strands away from my sweat-slicked forehead.

“Hey,” he smiled softly down at me. “Suitably entertained?”

“Yes,” I whispered, looping one lazy arm around his neck. “Very.”

I kissed him sweetly, panting between each second our lips parted as my pounding heart finally began to slow.

Wow.

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