Page 77 of Protecting Hailey

“Do you mean how many do I live in, or how many do I own?”

“Oh my god.” She stepped away and pushed back her hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just realized I hardly know anything about you. I guess it’s just freaking me out a little.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her back into my arms. I didn’t like the distance between us. “There’s no deadline, is there? We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. The question is, do you like what you know so far?”

She arched her brow. “Of course. How could I not?”

“Good. Then, let’s just figure out the rest as we get to know each other. For starters, I want to know what you taste like with whipped cream on your nipples.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she covered her mouth. “Oh, my god, Christian. I can’t believe you just said that.”

Turning back to the refrigerator, I grabbed a can from the shelf and shook it. “Why can’t you believe it?”

She started to back away. “Because you’ve never said anything like that to me before. You’ve always been so…?”

“Predictable?”

“Professional.”

I frowned. Then, staring at her low-cut tank top, I pulled her towards me and sprayed a foamy dollop of whipped cream over the top of her breasts. She stood perfectly still, except for her chest, which rose and fell with each stilted breath.

I licked in between her cleavage, flicking the cream into my mouth when I reached it. “Breathe, baby.”

She inhaled deeply, and I kissed her mouth. Licking her lips afterward, she said, “Do that again.”

I grinned.

Lifting her from her waist, I placed Hailey on top of the kitchen island. She wiggled out of her panties as I pulled them down and off.

“Lay down.”

She hesitated. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her gently at first, but then I let my tongue explore her deeply and she moaned. Coaxing her down, I flicked her top lip until she lay perfectly straight on the island. Her tank top rode up, exposing her wet pussy to me. “Beautiful,” I whispered, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Don’t hide from me. Just looking at you makes me hard.” I grabbed her hand and placed it on my stiff shaft. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Shaking the bottle once again, I held it over her pussy. “You’re not going to—” I sprayed whipped cream just over her clit and goosebumps gathered all over her body.

“I love how your body responds to the gentlest touch. Makes me want to know what you’d do if I make it rough.”

She tossed her head to the side and bit her lip. Enough talking. I needed to taste her. Pulling her legs, I brought her closer to the edge of the island and flicked my tongue once over her clit, scooping up her sweetness.

She moaned and raised her hips, but she wasn’t getting off this island without coming first. I lapped around her lips and sucked when I reached her peak. It was rigid now. She was definitely aroused, and, fuck, so was I.

I pressed my tongue against her clit and circled. She moved her hips in rhythm to my movements. “Yes,” she panted. Her legs shook and her hips raised until she shouted my name. “Christian!”

My name on her lips drove me insane. While she was still shaking, I lifted her from the island and set her on the floor, facing away from me. “Hold on to the counter.”

She gripped the marble, and I unzipped my pants. Freeing my aching erection, I guided myself to her entrance. She was slick and wet, and whipped cream dripped down her thigh. It was so damn erotic, I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed inside of her and we both groaned.

Despite her slickness, her orgasm tightened her muscles. “I need you to relax, baby. I need you to take a couple more inches. Can you do that for me?”

She bowed her head, but nodded. Her hair fell in front of her face and I pulled it back.

Perspiration gathered at her nape and knowing that I was making her hot only increased my desire. I grew bigger inside of her and she moaned. She tightened again, but I still wasn’t fully inside of her. Bringing my hand to her core, I pressed a finger to her clit and rubbed. She widened her legs and dropped her head to the counter. But best of all, her pussy opened for me. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”

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