Page 172 of Protective Heroes

She squeezed her thighs to alleviate the sudden assault of pleasure. With nothing more than her silk panties to help with her relief, the pressure wasn’t enough.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

Her breath hitched. Dyson pushed her skirt high over her hips, palmed her silk-clad ass and hauled her up against his body with the palm tree as a support behind her.

She met his gaze just as the hardened length of his cock pressed into the wetness between her legs.

He met her gaze with a knowing grin.

There was no hiding how he affected her. Only the thin linen material of his pants and her moistened underwear kept him from entering her.

Dyson leaned into her, his lips so close to her own.

“Kiss me, Dyson. I need to taste you.”

“Soon, baby.”

Dyson eased a hand into her low-cut top to free a breast. “No bra. Naughty girl. So beautiful and ripe. You wanted me to find you and strip you.” Warm air hit her nipple, hardening the tip.

“I’m not stopping you. I’m ready for whatever you want.”

And she wanted him to take her.

Drop to his knees and lick the cream from her body and devour her completely like he’d done so many times before.

She tilted her hips and gaped from surprise when the tip of his hard dick nudged against her sensitive clit.

“Such a tease,” he grunted, letting his head fall back.

She popped the two small hidden buttons holding her halter top together. Her other nipple begging for attention.

Begging for Dyson to pinch and suck.

“I’m going to take my time with these.” His husky voice, laden with desire, reached across their entwined bodies. Her senses flooded with everything that made up the gorgeous, dominant Marine holding her so close as if he was afraid of losing her. The taste of him on her lips, the feel of his corded, work-hardened muscles beneath her hands and between her legs. The pure masculine scent that made her want to do things right here, right now.

She lost herself in his touch.

Dyson wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. She couldn’t look away, fascinated by the way he beaded it to an even harder state. He slipped his fingers beneath the material of her panties, pulling her ass cheeks apart to allow him closer to her core. He rocked into her.

She shuddered. “Again,” she rasped, barely managing the single word before Dyson delivered another shockwave to her system.

His large hands skimmed her thighs and she held his gaze when the sound of his zipper opening hit her ears.

She gasped when the thick head of his shaft pressed against her folds.

Holding her open with both hands on her ass, he rocked, letting his massive cock glide through her juices and not stopping until the tip hit her clit.

He did it again.

On the third time she cried out. “Fuck me already, Dyson. Just fuck me and make me cum.”

His laugh was low and gravely.

Tortured.

Like she felt.

She clawed at his back, tightening her thighs around him.

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