Page 139 of Damaged Protector

I reached for the paddle resting on the nightstand where I’d left it earlier and turned it over in my hand, smiling at the customization on one side. I’d found a place to have it made exactly the way I wanted, and the guy had done a wonderful job.

It was small and black, and there were four letters deeply cut into the soft leather on one side, a backward K, followed by W, A, and H.

My Little Bee had stilled, and I could sense that her anticipation was as high as mine. Rubbing the smooth side of the paddle against the pale skin of her ass, I let that anticipation build and build before flipping it to the other side.

Then I pulled back my hand and brought the paddle down on her ass, groaning when it turned red instantly, except where the cutouts were. HAWK was imprinted on Mallori’s right butt cheek, making it even more perfect than it was before I spanked it.

“Fuck,” she bit out, her hands clutching onto my calf. I waited for her reaction, and I got the exact one I wanted when her wet little cunt dripped down her leg.

“One more?” I asked, my voice full of grit. My corneas burned with dryness because I couldn’t even bring myself to blink. I was too focused on my name imprinted on her ass, my hand twitching to give her a matching one on the other side.

She whimpered a soft yes, and I didn’t hesitate, smacking her left cheek with a hard crack. A cry of ecstasy ripped from her throat a split second before a flood of her arousal dripped from her pussy and onto the floor.

“Goddamn, Bee,” I growled, tossing the paddle aside and running my fingers through her soaked sex. “Look how you gush for me. I’m going to have to mop the fucking floor.”

Unable to hold back another second, I yanked her panties the rest of the way off and threw them aside. Then I tossed her on the bed, snapping, “Face down, ass up,” while I stripped off my pants in less than a second.

She did exactly as I asked—for once. Her pretty red ass with my marks was high in the air, and I smoothed my hands over the sensitive skin as I kneeled behind her. Nudging her knees until they were obscenely wide, I positioned my cock at her entrance and took her deep with one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I grunted, gritting my teeth against the need to come already. Mallori was the vision of every dirty sex fantasy I’d ever had. Hair scattered wildly across the sheets. Chest to the bed with her backside presented for me. That red, red ass with my name on it, proclaiming brightly that she belonged to me.

At least for now, a tiny voice said inside my brain, and I shook my head to shoo the thought away. I didn’t want to think about what came after…

Pulling my hips back, I slammed into her again, loving that I had to force my cock through her tight tunnel. She was wet as hell, but I hadn’t given her any time to adjust to my size, and the pressure around my cock was indescribable.

My hands gripped her waist with a force that I knew would leave bruises tomorrow, and I took a sick satisfaction from that. I wanted to leave my marks on her body. Wanted to remind her where I’d been after my name faded from her ass overnight.

“Tate,” she moaned, and the need in her voice only made me harder. I drove into her over and over, taking her exactly how I wanted as her hands scrabbled and clutched at the sheets.

And the entire time, my eyes were laser-focused on my name decorating her pretty ass. Until I heard a cracking sound and glanced up to see that the headboard had hit the wall so hard, there was a fracture in the drywall.

Fuck it. The entire house could come down on our heads, and I wouldn’t let up for even a second.

I reached up and wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling until her neck arched back and I could see her face, flushed and ruddy.

“You are so goddamn pretty, Little Bee, taking me like a good fucking girl. Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours,” she panted, rocking back against my slamming hips.

“Damn straight.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever been deeper inside a woman, and her wet tightness fit me like a glove.

Mallori’s lips parted on a sound that was almost a howl as she clenched me so hard I saw stars. Then her body began to tremble, head to toe, as an intense orgasm weakened her legs. She fell forward, and I rode her down to the mattress, covering her body with my own, fucking her through her climax with rough hips.

I brushed her hair away from her face and stretched her arms over her head, holding them down with my own hands as my mouth went to her neck, growling in her ear as her small body writhed beneath my weight.

“I love fucking my pretty little slut. Stretching her perfect cunt until she can’t take any more.”

She was still coming, her loud moans combining with the sounds of hard fucking. The slap of my hips against her ass. The squeak of the bedsprings. The slam of the headboard further damaging the wall.

And of course, the filth that was pouring out of my mouth.

“You’re strangling my cock, baby. Your pussy is eating me up like she was starving for a good fucking. I’m going to feed her my cum. Fill her so full, I’ll still be dripping down your legs next week.”

Her slick inner walls clamped around me until I could barely move, and fuck me, is she coming again?

That triggered my own climax, and I buried my face in the mattress beside hers as I released my load deep inside her, my cock throbbing with every spurt.

“God, Mallori. Christ, you make me feel so good.”

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