Page 120 of Damaged Protector

With one last kiss against her swollen lips, I slid down her body and lapped at her breasts with the flat of my tongue. Back and forth between them until she arched her back into me, seeking more. I knew exactly what she needed.

“You want your tits in my mouth, angel?” I purred, and she nodded. “Use your words, Mallori.”

“Please, Tate. I want you to suck them until they hurt.”

Fuck me.

Her use of my real name soothed me somehow. Made all this seem more intimate and so fucking real. Real. I’d never had that before, and it both frightened and thrilled me.

I took my time with her breasts, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Long, hard pulls of those pebbled nipples had Mallori alternating between begging me to stop and pleading with me to never stop.

Keeping my eyes on her face, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything more captivating. Her lips were swollen from our aggressive kisses, and strands of sweat-soaked hair clung to her face and neck. She had a passion that was undeniable, and I guessed that’s why I’d been so surprised to hear she was still a virgin.

She’d had a fucking boyfriend. What straight male with functioning parts could have resisted this woman and the almost palpable fire that radiated from her?

The reminder that she was so young and inexperienced slowed my movements though it didn’t quell my need for her. Not in the least. I wanted her more than ever, as fucked up as that may have been.

With a final kiss against each of her tender breasts, I continued my trek downward until my face was an inch from her pussy. The scent of arousal drew me in, and I licked her from back to front.

A soft sound of need escaped her, and I gave her more, lapping and sucking as her legs fell open wider. There was a little blood, not much, but the slight taste of it mixed with her cream as I buried my tongue inside her should have turned me off.

But it didn’t.

No, I got some kind of sick satisfaction in the fact that she’d trusted me enough to give me the gift of her virginity, one I wasn’t going to waste. Easing two fingers inside her, I stretched her—properly, this time—as my mouth worked over her clit.

When I sensed she was nearing another orgasm, I added a third finger. The fullness pushed her over the edge, and I watched, fascinated, as she tilted her chin to the ceiling and cried out my name.

God, I love hearing that.

Once she was pliable and relaxed, I covered her small body with my big one and propped myself on one arm. My other hand worked its way down until I wedged my fingers behind the crook of her knee and pulled it up over my hip.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” I told her as my cock sought her entrance.

This time, when I pressed my tip inside her heat, I could see her eyes. I could watch her and make sure she was okay.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered against her lips before taking them in a deep, lush kiss. Mallori’s body seemed to meld itself to mine, and her tight channel gave way to take another inch of me.

It took the strength of a thousand men to take my time working my cock inside her, but I did. I took her like I should have done earlier, with patient rocks of my hips, slowing every time she winced.

Once I was fully seated, our eyes held, and I was so goddamn happy I was the man on top of her. God only knew why she chose me, but she did, and I was going to make this good for her.

I circled my hips, stirring my dick in her hot depths, and she let out a moan of approval. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

“I love how you feel inside me,” she whimpered, burying her hands in my hair as I pulled out to the tip and entered her heat with a gentle thrust. “God, yes. Do that again.”

I did. Over and over, until her body began moving with mine. We were damp with sweat as we writhed together, getting lost in the sweet cadence of sex.

Shifting, I changed my angle until Mallori’s eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew I had found the spot. Focusing the crown of my dick—and my piercings—against that area, I fucked her slowly as I lowered my mouth to her neck, biting and licking the pulse that was thrumming just below her skin.

All five of my senses buzzed with everything Mallori. The salty taste of her flesh. Her sugary scent. The feel of fingernails cutting tiny half-moons into my scalp. My name rolling from her tongue between moans. And when I lifted my head again, the sight of her eyes burning into mine.

I was mesmerized. Lost. She held me spellbound with a pair of aqua irises, like she was a siren with the power to suck me into her soul merely with a stare.

When one of her hands clutched the sheet near her shoulder, I untangled her fingers and linked them with my own. My mouth closed the distance between us, and we kissed as we held hands and undulated against each other.

I hadn’t had full-body contact during sex in a long time, usually opting for doggy style, and now I wondered why. Was it because two bodies pressed together from chest to hip was so intimate and I avoided that kind of thing? I wasn’t sure; all I knew was that it was my new favorite thing.

Or maybe she was my new favorite thing.

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