Page 43 of Protective Heroes

I swallowed back a lump of surprise. My God, that was sexy.

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine and for the first time in my life, I tasted my girl-cum on his lips. “But what, Evie?” he asked again, his tone a hushed whisper.

“I...I don’t think a virgin is going to be very good for you. I wouldn’t know how to please you.”

Gabriel’s dark laugh sent shocks of electricity through me.

He cupped my face. “Don’t worry about me.” He reached around me and pulled at the ties to my halter top, freeing the weight of my breast. They swayed without the support, and suddenly I felt shy. I covered my breasts with my hands.

Gabriel groaned, fire in his eyes. “Oh, baby, the sight of you touching yourself is going to make me cum in my pants. When I have you on top of me, I want you to tease those pretty pink nipples.”

My unease evaporated. I stood up, turned slightly toward Gabriel, and he pulled me to him, palming my breasts and massaging the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers.

My eyes rolled from the feeling of a man’s hands on me. And not just any man either. His. Gabriel Dyson’s.

I cradled his thick dark hair with my fingers as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his warm mouth. Rolling the hard tip and flicking it with his tongue had me weak in the knees and I trembled in his arms.

Between us, I could feel his hard cock. Part of me was afraid of what would happen when something that big entered my body but I also grew wetter. Hungrier for what I knew was about to happen.

Standing in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants, Gabriel lifted me and stripped those away, leaving me in only my bikini bottoms. He yanked it to the side and quickly found what he wanted. My pussy in his hand.

I gasped and felt a wildfire explode inside me when his fingers stroked me harder, faster.

“Gabriel,” I moaned softly. “This is...is…”

“Is what, Ice Princess? What is this?” He stroked me faster and I could feel my orgasm ready to hit any second. I clutched his massive biceps and clung to him, my legs spread wide open for anything he wanted to do to me.

“Wrong,” I offered, knowing what we were doing could ruin his friendship with my father and the history they shared.

“Then why is your pussy dripping wet for my cock?”

His thick finger slid into me, and I panted wildly. He was right. So so right. But lusting after my dad’s best friend and then coming all over his hand… holy fuck I’ve never been so turned on, or so wet. I never knew I could be a bad girl, but I wither on his hand and ride his finger like we’ve done this a hundred times.

I dug my nails into his shirt and clung to his large body as my climax overpowered me.

“Gabriel,” I screamed.

His finger slid into me, first one and then a second. He groaned like he enjoyed feeling me come around his fingers just as much as I did. “That’s right. Scream for me. Show me what a bad girl you are and scream. Come, baby, wet my fingers with your girl-cum. Give me your beautiful juices.” As he coaxed me, his thumb glided over my swollen, needy clit and I swore another bomb went off inside me.

I reached for his cock and stroked the thickness through his pants.

“Damn, your hands are perfect on me. So fucking hot and eager, baby.”

My body shivered and he held me to him, our hearts racing. His huge cock pulsated between us, and my pussy ached to feel him sink every last hard inch into me. We both stood there and I could feel him second-guessing what just happened the longer the seconds ticked by.

But no way this was the end of it. I buried my fingers in his shirt and looked into his dark eyes. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Gabriel. I want to be yours. No regrets. And if you want to bend me over,” I paused searching for the right words, “I’m ok if you want to spank my ass a little more.”

As I spoke my knees grew weak. I don’t know where all the brave sexy talk came from, but I liked this new side of me.

I whimpered when he palmed the back of my head and crushed our lips together. His tongue pushed past my lips to stroke possessively over mine and all my fears of him pulling away faded instantly.

He lowered his heavy weight into the chair, breaking our kiss, his hands gripping my waist.

He palmed my breasts working the heavy weight making my eyes roll shut and my mouth gasp open with pleasure.

We no longer needed the fire, we created our own heat. Every squeeze of his fingers sent another rush of blood to my already swollen nipples and the tiny shock of pain mixed with pleasure made me wither in his arms with need.

“Gabriel,” I pleaded. “Please. I want more of you.”

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