Page 52 of Her Protector Daddies

He swallowed my cry with his mouth and I responded in kind by sliding both hands into his thick, dark hair and pulling sharply. His head immediately snapped back, and I went for his throat, kissing and biting a hot path from collarbone to jaw; all the while, he moaned softly with each breath.

I was tired, but I wanted him. I needed him.

“You’ve still got some attitude left in you, huh?” Tyler growled softly, jerking his head out of my grip. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

His lither build made it easy to forget that he held as much strength as the other two. My heart lurched with excitement when he picked me up from the table and threw me to the floor, immediately rolling me onto my chest and pulling me onto my hands and knees.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked sweetly. “Or just talk about fucking me?”

“Ohhh,” Tyler laughed low. “I see how it is.”

One hand landed between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest down onto the ground, and Tyler held me there despite my attempts to test his strength. It was worth it, though, because half a second later, the thick, soft press of his cock through my aching pussy had my eyes rolling back in my head. I pushed my hips back, desperate to feel his thickness splitting me open but to my disappointment, he pulled back.

“Ah, ah, ahhh,” Tyler taunted. “You don’t think you’re in charge here, do you?”

“Well, I actually—!” My words died in a strangled cry as Tyler thrust his cock inside me the moment I was distracted. My walls parted and my core pulsed as he bottomed out and the cold metal of his zipper around his crotch pressed lightly against the back of my thighs.

He’d been so desperate to fuck me he’s just pulled his cock from his pants, huh?

“You ready?”

I didn’t have time to say yes. Tyler draped over my light a weighted blanket and began to fuck me like a man possessed. His hips were a blur, pounding deeper into me than I could even understand. The crown of his cock felt like it was nudging right up against my ribs and every single breath that tore from me was either a moan or a whimper.

He fucked me, and he fucked me hard.

One of his hands slid around my waist and between my legs, where deft fingers toyed with my clit, teasing my over-sensitive nub with strokes, flicks and caresses that threw me closer and closer to orgasm.

But, when I got close, close enough that the walls of my pussy were repeatedly clenching around his cock and my hands were scrabbling at the floor, Tyler denied me.

Pinches to my clit making pain cut through the pleasure, or stilling his hips and leaving me teetering on the edge of a pleasurable abyss. He did it all, and each time he brought me close and denied me my orgasm, I was certain I was going to go mindless.

I lost count of how many times he fucked me to the edge and then pulled me right back. The time between denial seemed to grow less and less as each denial made me more and more sensitive to his touch and his actions.

I was certain I could feel every single ridge and vein of his cock inside of me, every whorl of his fingertips teasing my clit, even every rise and dip of muscle against my back. I was so wrung out that I felt like I’d been stripped completely raw.

And I was completely willing.

“Please,” I sobbed for the umpteenth time, drenched in sweat with thighs soaked in my wetness. “Please, let me cum.”

Tyler finally allowed it. On his next barrage of thrusts, there was nothing to stop the tsunami wave of ecstasy that exploded through me, locking up all my muscles for an eternity. Even Tyler’s orgasm inside of me felt like it stretched on for an eternity.

I loved it.

I loved it more than I’ve ever loved being with anyone else and as I sank to the ground, utterly weak and boneless, my orgasm came with a painful clarity.

Falling for any of these guys was not the plan and yet here I was wishing this would never end. The very idea of returning to life after this and my old ways of sleeping around just to feel wanted was now ash in my mouth. I wanted to be with no one else except them for the rest of my life.

I love them. All three of them, in my own fucked up way and I’m pretty sure it goes beyond the initial erotic attraction from being saved.

For the first time in my life, I’m falling deeply and truly in love.

With three different men.

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SELENA

Warmth between my legs pulled me from my deep sleep the next morning.

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