Page 42 of Protective Heroes

“Come on, Ice Princess. You can tell me. You didn’t get the right color pony for your eighth birthday?”

“It’s not like that.” I balled my hands by my sides, getting to my feet. “Forget it. I should’ve known you wouldn’t understand.”

I moved to stalk away but Gabriel captured my hand lightly pulling me down into his lap again.

“I’m sorry.” He gathered my long hair back, combing through it with his fingers.

I liked sitting on his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass and I instantly flipped from irritated to curious as to where this would lead.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and the truth spilled out of me.

“I’m a virgin. I can’t trust anyone to have sex with me because I know they are either just trying to get back at my father or get to my trust fund. You know what it’s like being the world’s oldest living virgin? I have dreams, desires, fantasies, and no one to share them with. Mom died and Dad well, he paid more attention to the stock market than me. He has my whole life planned out and not once has he asked me what I want. Oldest story in the damn book because it keeps happening over and over again.”

“Breathe, baby.” Gabriel’s hand stopped brushing my hair.

He gently turned my head, tilting my chin up so we locked eyes

I struggled to blink back my tears but failed. I felt them roll down my cheeks faster than I could count, but I didn’t wipe them away.

“This trip was my first… everything,” I offered quietly. “ My father forgets Christmas, so I didn’t see the point of going home to an empty house so I worked hard, saved, and bought myself this trip.”

“Oh, baby.” Gabriel breathed. He kissed my tears away and when they were gone he nuzzled my neck. “I’m sorry. I really fucking am.”

I gulped back a hiccup. His lips against my neck washed away the hurt of my father’s actions, and I didn’t try to bring them back by dwelling on them.

I dragged my fingers through Gabriel’s hair, and took in all the pleasure of his lips back on my neck and working up to nibble on my ear. Heat washed through me and pooled between my legs. My already swollen clit throbbed. I moaned, not even trying to hide what he was doing to me. I shed my fluffy coat when he took off my cuffs and now I wished I’d done the same with my pants.

“But I’m not sorry I spanked that tight ass of yours,” he growled low and I swear his words pulled a string connected to my pussy, because I creamed so hard I could feel the liquid wetting my bathing suit and pants.

I slid my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. “Good, because I liked it. A lot.”

Gabriel’s hands rested on my knees.

He was very quiet.

I wiggled my ass against him since that seemed to be effective.

“It would be a shame to put that bed to waste,” I whispered.

“Evie,” Gabriel called me by my name for the first time. “If we do this, there’s no going back. You understand?”

“I won’t be a virgin anymore, so yeah I understand. No take-backs.”

“More than that. You’ll be mine. I don’t give up or share what’s mine. Do you understand?” His eyes darkened a stormy shade of gray.

My heart thudded and my breath caught. “I do. But...”

“But what?” Gabriel slipped his hand beneath the band of my pants and cupped my pussy lightly through my bikini bottoms.

“Mmm. Dirty little Ice Princess,” he groaned roughly. “I think my baby liked her ass being spanked.”

I arched against his hand. I wanted his touch everywhere.

“Yes,” I moaned and pressed a little harder.

“But... oh, yes!” He moved the edge of my bikini aside and dragged a finger through my wet folds. “Oh, Gabriel!” I clamped a hand around his wrist and tried to hold him in place but he had other ideas. Dirty ideas.

“But what, Evie?” He tilted my head back so we could lock gazes. I looked on as he pulled his hand back, fingers dripping with my juices, and licked each digit clean of my cum.

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