Page 169 of Protective Heroes

He stepped into her.

“You want me to do every dirty thing I promised and more. Admit it, precious. Tell me to my face you want my massive cock stretching that pussy, making you groan, and cumming all over me. Tell me I’m lying.”

She glanced over his shoulder for a heartbeat. He wasn’t.

“You’re lying.” She tried, but the effort it took to sell it was too high because he outright laughed at her attempt to cover up her truth.

“Now who’s not telling the truth?”

He pulled her flush against his body and hiked up the hem of her dress, cupping her pussy through her thoroughly soaked panties.

Eyes wide, she gasped, clutching his shoulders. “Dyson!” she moaned.

“Hmm. Naughty little vixen,” he purred close to her ear. “I bet you were this wet during the ceremony in front of all those people. I distinctly remember your gaze on my dick.”

Instead of answering, she tightened her thighs around his hand and damn if that didn’t make the situation worse. Pressure against her throbbing clit and aching pussy make me groan and yes, he heard it despite her effort to try and hide it behind and fake cough.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you.” He growled against her lips.

That was no secret. Not that she was trying to hide the truth too hard.

Her whole body ached for him and he found the proof is in the honey.

Nipples spiked against her dress, her clit throbbed with every damn heartbeat and her mouth watered to taste the pre-cum she knew dripped from the thick head of his cock tucked away. She’d say that was a big, fat yes. Yes, she liked him talking real dirty to her.

Suddenly they had too much clothing between them.

She raised her leg and trailed a sand-covered toe up his outer leg.

“That’s it, baby.” He shoved aside the silk of her panties and stroked a finger through her drenched folds with the callused tip of his finger.

Her body trembled.

“I want all of that,” he husked and his lips glided against the sensitive skin of her neck as she smiled.

Wanting Dyson was nothing new, but hadn’t she promised herself she wouldn’t fall into his bed this time? Every mile between home and here was passed with her chanting the new affirmation: No more booty calls with her Marine.

Not her Marine, she mentally slapped her head.

She couldn’t live the life her mother had, damn it.

No. She needed focus not a quick fuck on a deserted beach.

His dark eyes held hers.

“Dyson, this can’t happen again.”

Confusion took hold and his eyes spark with something that told her she was only fooling herself.

She stumbled out of his arms and she could feel him track her steps away from him.

Don’t look back.

Just keep walking.

Damn it. She was so screwed.

She peered over her shoulder to see him bring his wet fingers to his lips and suck her juices off one by one.

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