Page 175 of Protective Heroes

Her body responded with the same bone-deep shudder he always provoked, leaving her breathy, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

“Put your foot on my shoulder and lean back against the bed. Open yourself to me, precious and let me pleasure your sweet body.”

With a tight grip on her hips he caresses every ample curve and groaned, his dark gaze finding hers.

From where he knelt between her legs he shifted his body closer, parting her legs with his massive shoulders.

Shivers worked up her body at the deep rumbling command. Wearing a smirk like it’s sexy lingerie, she does as ordered and reclined back on her elbows. Peering between her legs, she gasped sharply from the feel of his rough finger dragging through her juices.

Light stubble from his chin rubbed against her inner thighs as he replaced his finger with his tongue and fucked her hole with the tip.

The delicious burn of the stubble countered by everything else he did added to the sinful feel of him between her legs. He slid his hand up her thigh, over her trembling stomach and rolled her pink, hard nipple. Electric shocks splintered through her body and settled in her core with a growing heat that made her wetter.

Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot to her clit the faster he tongue-fucked her pussy. “Dyson, please, oh, please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need you. Make me cum for you.” Her back arched off the bed and she dug her heels into his strong, broad shoulders. Fire consumed her from head to toe in a way she’d never felt before. He wrapped his lips around her swollen nub, and with a single tug pushed her deeper into the chaos of her desires.

She buried her fingers into the soft cotton sheets, unable to hold back the cry of pleasure that slipped past her lips. Ahí, que rico. So good.

Spasms rocked her whole body. She palmed the heavy weight of her breasts and squeezed, tugging at her nipples, delivering another shock of pleasure straight to her core.

“God, you are so fucking delicious, precious.”

Dyson eased up her body, his hard muscles pressed against her overheated skin. He left a sticky wet trail as his heavy cock dragged up her thigh.

Pressed between her thighs, his thick shaft settled between her swollen pink lips and she nearly came when the fat head of his cock nudged her aching clit.

“You’re such a big tease,” she managed to say around a shudder.

But he didn’t answer when she shimmied her hips.

Or at least not in the way she thought he would.

Smiling he leaned forward and rested his weight on his elbows by her head.

Strong hands cupped her breasts and heat pools between her legs when the movement forced the tip of his dick to press against her clit.

The torture doesn’t stop there. He leans down and sucks the hard tip of her nipple between his lips as he works the tender flesh in his hand before moving to the next.

He pulled back and released her nipple with a delicious, juicy pop. He leaned in and raked his teeth across the top of her breasts, rocking his hips in a slow agonizing rhythm that dragged his cock running through her hot honey, but not entering her.

“Please, Dyson,” she whispered. Begging was not beneath her at this point.

She could smell her own desire coating his lips and she wet her lips, wanting her own taste. With a breathtaking pull, another wave of ecstasy launched an assault against her sensitive body. Lust swirled in her belly. Her breath caught with each grind of his rock-hard dick against her center.

“My turn to taste you.”

Her gaze followed him as he climbed off the bed and her breath caught in her throat from the sight of his beautiful body. Chiseled abs and thick muscles rippled with each movement had her thirst for a long, deep drink of her tall Marine deepened.

“Will you strip and let me taste, Dyson?” She’d always been confident in her sexuality, but with him she felt different. He stirred the submissive side like no one before him, leaving her a bit vulnerable. Something she never handled well.

There was that intense look again. He raked his dark gaze across her body with appreciation before landing on hers. Gazes locked, he slipped off his pants and tossed them aside. His heavy cock bounced against his abdomen, and he palmed the hardened staff and stroked from base to tip.

Once.

Twice.

She slipped a hand between her legs and stroked the soft pad of her finger over her entrance as he looked on.

“Fuck, baby, that’s hot and sexy. Make your pussy wetter for me. Watch me stroke my big cock and let me see you slip a finger into that tight, slick pussy.”

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