Page 39 of Her Protector Daddies

Our mouths collided once more, and our tongues danced together, weaving between who was in charge and whose mouth we played in as Jay pressed both hands to my lower back and pulled me to the edge of the counter.

As soon as we were close, Jay pressed his cock inside me with a few short thrusts, and I lost the tongue battle as I moaned and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Jay wasn’t as thick as Bailey but his cock was certainly longer, and I whimpered as he pressed inside me for what felt like an age until he bottomed out and we were locked together, pelvis to pelvis.

“Fuck,” I gasped against his lips, bracing one hand back on the counter and sliding the other around Jay’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned in turn. “You’re so tight.”

“Only because you’re so big,” I said with a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I’m plenty turned on for you.”

When Jay began to fuck me, nothing else mattered. His cock thrust into me with a pleasant force but what knocked me for six was that no matter if he was thrusting in or out, his cock was constantly pressing on that hidden bundle of pleasure deep inside me.

The resulting waves of pleasure were constant to the point that I was drowning, certain I was going to cum within five thrusts and have this be over two quickly. Jay clutched at my hips as he fucked me, dipping his head to lavish attention over my breasts. Our combined pants and moans filled the air, mingling with the slick sounds of sex and the repeated impact of skin on skin.

I was able to keep myself up until Jay moved one hand and slid his fingers against my clit, rubbing repeatedly. Pleasure pulsed through me like an electric shock and my arm gave way. I collapsed down onto the counter with a cry. The change in position angled my hips up, and Jay increased the pace of his thrusts, somehow reaching deeper inside me and leaving me to the mercy of the onslaught of pleasure.

I was close, so close and just as I opened my mouth to warn Jay that I was near my end, I came.

My climax exploded through me like a firework, light and color dancing across my eyelids as I screwed up my eyes and writhed on Jay’s cock. He draped over me with a grunt, kissing the hollow of my throat, and a few moments later, a rush of heat flooded inside me as Jay found his end.

I moaned softly, lazily draping my arms around his shoulders and patting his back, caught up in the throes of pleasure.

For years, I’d slept around, seeking a night of comfort in the arms of a stranger just to feel faux love.

And now?

Now, I had three delicious men who seemed overly protective of me to choose from.

Life, for the moment, was good.

15

SELENA

I’d never given much stock in my ability to care for children, or anyone really after the disaster of trying to care for my father but there was something about Dae that just melted my heart.

In the past two weeks since Matt had died, bringing my case to a halt, Jay, Bailey, and Tyler had continued to protect me and the only way I’d been able to give back was through taking care of Dae. He was a sweet kid, far smarter than his age would suggest, and quite the troublemaker it seemed.

He took after Tyler in that regard as Jay informed me there was an ongoing prank war between him and Tyler, and Tyler played dirty by roping Dae into the shenanigans. I first learned this when Jay came running out of the shower, and he was blue.

They’d stuck watercolor paints in his shower head, and I’d never seen Dae laugh so hard as when he walked in and saw his Dad had been turned into a Smurf.

They were a cobbled-together, loving family and while I was just a guest, they made me feel right at home. I wasn’t the only one with terrible baggage either.

I knew about Bailey’s sister, and Jay had struggled quite a bit after his wife died in childbirth. The pain just made them gentle – at least to me. I couldn’t decide how I felt about how rough around the edges Bailey was. Part of me knew it was wrong, but at the same time, it was so damn hot that he would do anything he could to bring justice.

Like a sexy Batman.

With the lights turned down low, I added Dae’s final score to the bottom of his homework and beamed.

“This is amazing! You only got two wrong,” I explained, sliding the sheet back to him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yay!” Dae clapped his hands together and tossed his crayons aside. “You’ll tell Dad?”

“Tell Dad what?” Jay entered the kitchen with bags in hand, and the mouthwatering scent of Korean BBQ takeout hit my nose.

“I did it!” Dae squealed, and he snatched the paper from the table. “I finished it!”

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