Page 187 of Protective Heroes

Fire blazed in his eyes, daring her to disobey. She wasn’t one to disappoint, but teasing him a little more was too tempting to resist. She turned and walked to the window. Moonlight cascaded in, enough to highlight her against the darkness of the room. A small table to her left with a single yellow rose was the only other adornment in the guest room. Fitting, since it represented new love and promises. Like fate had a game plan all along.

She glanced over her shoulder to watch him reveal his body to her. With his jeans in a heap on the floor, he climbed on the bed and pushed himself up against the pillows, his hardening cock gripped in a firm hold.

Anticipation gathered and spilled warm liquid in the V of her legs.

She parted her thighs, the pale light illuminating her juices. He gripped his dick. “Touch yourself, precious.”

His voice a raspy whisper shaded with a dark desire aimed for her alone. He wanted more? She could do that.

Cool night air surrounded her, caressing her exposed skin. Stoking the fire that grew from within.

But nothing compared to the heat she felt a brush against her clit as Dyson watched her part her legs even farther for him. She perched her foot on the corner of the nearby chair. The need to give him everything consumed her to the core. She sucked back a breath as she parted her pink pussy lips, her clit still sensitive from when he claimed her at the bungalow. He’d made her whole body weak from the power of her orgasm, yet here she stood drenched and ready for whatever he wanted.

How was that possible? How could this man have such power over her pleasure? It no longer frightened her, but sent a rush of anticipation through her.

“Jesus, baby. You’re breathtaking.”

“What now, Dyson?” Her voice low, husky with need.

“I can see smell all those sweet juices. Touch yourself; stroke your finger across your wet flesh.”

Shay lowered her hand to do as he asked, fingers poised just above her soft pink folds, ready to sink her fingers into her channel.

“No,” he demanded roughly. “One finger only. One finger, from pussy to clit.” She loved how his voice reached into her, guiding her hand as his own.

She locked their gaze, her womb vibrated with building tremors, ready to cum for him just from watching him stroke his dick.

He fisted his engorged cock, the head swollen with its own need for release. She knew the feeling. A moan escaped, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to focus. She had plenty of experience in making herself orgasm. Now she wanted Dyson to make her cum.

His gaze darted to her mouth, his own lips parted as if he wanted to be the one doing the biting. Heat flushed her skin. Shay trailed her hand from her breasts down along her abdomen, his eyes fixated on her every move.

She parted her folds, placing a single finger at her heated entrance. It was too much. She needed to take the edge off. Just a little. Her pussy clenched as she sank a finger, then two in her soaked channel. She flung her head back, her core trembled and her knees grew weak. She slowly withdrew her fingers only to push them back in.

She moaned low and long.

So good, but her body already ached for more. Ached for him.

She straightened, her vision clouded with pleasure.

“Ahh…that will cost you, precious.” His gravely tone held a delicious and sinful promise she hoped he fulfilled.

Dyson pushed up from his reclined position on the bed and crossed the room. With determination set in his features, he advanced on her.

Deeply grooved muscles rippled with each step, his attention locked on her. Her eyes darted between the dangers of the molten fire shining in his eyes and the massive cock that bobbed against his abdomen.

Panting, flutters of anticipation tickled the bottom of her stomach and worked up her chest. She withdrew her drenched fingers.

He took a final step, stopping just out of her reach. “Suck them clean, baby. Taste your sweet nectar and see why I can’t get enough of you on my tongue.”

Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never actually done something so erotic as to taste her own girl-cum. Hadn’t she wondered what they tasted like earlier? She cast her eyes downward at the thought. Could she do as he demanded? Sure, she’d kissed him after he’d gone down on her, but she’d never taken a sip directly from the well, so to speak.

She looked up, licking her soft lips. His eyes darkened to a rich, golden brown, filled with something more than just lust and desire, challenging her to do as he commanded. “Let me help.” He stepped into her space and grasped her wrist in a firm but gentle hold.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his warm lips around one finger then the next. The hot liquid of his mouth teasing her senses.

“Now it’s your turn, precious.” God, she hated pet names, but when he looked at her and uttered them with such gentleness, her heart melted.

With his fingers enclosed around her own, he guided them back to her opening.

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