Page 118 of Damaged Protector

“I do. It’s almost as sexy as the woman wearing it.” Her blush deepened.

My hands continued their exploration, bumping across ribs and sinking into the dip of her waist. I thought I knew every inch of Mallori’s body until I found a previously undiscovered freckle above her belly button and one over her right hip.

I’d apparently been in too much of a rush the previous times I’d seen her undressed, but not tonight. Tonight I was going to take my time. She needed it.

So do I, I realized. After kissing each of my new discoveries, I drew a line back and forth across her belly, a scant inch above her panties, before pausing at the pretty satin bow at the center. My thumb brushed the tiny pearl dotting the center as Mallori’s fingers brushed back the hair over my ear.

Normally, I’d scold any woman I brought to this room for touching me before I gave her permission. Perhaps tie her hands to the headboard to teach her a lesson. But this woman? This one right here with a soft touch and goosebumps scattering her skin? I wouldn’t deny her touch tonight.

I twisted my head and kissed her wrist before settling between her thighs, my shoulders holding her open wide. With my hands on her hips, I nuzzled her sex with my nose, dragging it up and down, side to side, until all I could smell was her. Clean soap and desire mixed with the scent of Mallori’s delectable pussy.

Her aroma was unmistakable. If I’d had to participate in a vagina-sniffing lineup, I’d be able to choose hers any day.

Then, as promised, I ate her through the lace. My tongue lapped against the fabric, which was soft, but not nearly as soft as what I knew lay beneath. Scrapes of teeth and gusts of hot breath had her writhing as pleading whimpers rose up from her sexy mouth.

Occasionally, I’d allow my tongue to sneak to the side and lick her inner thigh. Wet velvet on bare skin. That drove her wild, and she begged me to slide her panties to the side so she could feel the strokes against the flesh of her pussy.

“Not yet, Bee,” I told her, returning my attention to the lace-covered treat in front of me. I licked and sucked, pressing my stony cock into the mattress. As I continued to edge Mallori, I was also edging my fucking self. An unintended consequence, but one I’d gladly accept.

Pulling up to my knees, I flipped her over onto her stomach, smiling at the frustrated groan she let out. I leaned forward and whispered against her ear, “Patience, angel. Let me learn you.”

Then I continued my reconnoitering on her back side. No inch was left untouched. Kisses were placed on each vertebra. The skin of her legs was memorized by my fingertips.

When I reached her left foot, I bent her leg at the knee and kissed each toe before nipping her arch with my teeth. Her foot jerked, and I lowered it to the mattress before repeating the same process on her right side.

Grabbing a pillow, I wedged it beneath her hips, presenting myself with the view of a glorious, mostly bare ass. I allowed myself one press of my cock between her cheeks before reining that horny fucker in.

My finger slipped beneath the string over one of her hips and wrapped it once, twice, three times before snapping it with a violent yank. Then I ripped the other side loose and tossed the ruined panties aside.

“Hawk!” she gasped in outrage.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll buy you more.”

And then I’ll rip them from your perfect body too.

Mallori didn’t protest any longer because two seconds later, I was flat on my belly with my face buried in her pussy from behind.

Fuck. Yes. She tasted even better than I remembered, and I was soon rewarded with a post-edging orgasm that racked her small frame. Those were the best orgasms in the world, filled with the final culmination of what she'd been waiting for while I’d taken my time with her body.

Sweat coated my hand when I rubbed it up and down her back. “Tate, my god. That was… so… good.” Her words came out between pants of heavy breathing.

“One more, Bee, and then I think you’ll be ready for me.”

“I’m ready now, dammit,” she said with her trademark sass, and I chuckled.

“One more,” I repeated, pushing two fingers inside her before diving back in for more. “You’re so fucking tight.” And now I know why.

The next orgasm was slower, washing over her as she pushed back against my mouth and fingers, her spine arching and lowering with each wave of pleasure.

I was so goddamn hard, my dick threatened to pierce the mattress beneath me, so I removed my underwear and gave him a conciliatory stroke as I rose up onto my knees. He’d been patiently throbbing away between my legs, but now it was his time.

Laying myself over Mallori’s back, I growled in her ear. “You’re ready for me now, aren’t you, Bee? You’re ready to be fucked?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice high and needy. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail—like I’d been dying to do—and tugged lightly to the side until I could take her mouth in a searing kiss.

Releasing her and reaching to the night stand, I snagged a condom, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it on with practiced fingers. Then I checked in with Mallori one more time.

“Are you ready, Mallori?”

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