Page 68 of Under His Protection

“Bringing you breakfast in bed?” He lowered, putting his face closer and closer to my pussy.

“It’s a sweet thought.”

“But in this case,” he replied as he moved his head an inch above me, “it’s not that thought that counts.”

“I—”

He was flat on the bed, resting on his stomach. Sliding his hands under my ass, he picked me up and closed another scant inch of distance between my leaking entrance and his smirking mouth. “It’s this thought that counts.” He pressed his mouth to me, kissing with suction. “Right?”

“Oh, God…” I watched him with a hooded gaze, too stunned and mesmerized with him there to look away.

“I can’t read all your thoughts, Nina. Tell me what you want.”

I’d never been forward like this. Not sexually. I lost my virginity to him, and my experience revolved around him. Only him.

He wanted me to just say it? Out loud? Why couldn’t he read me so well that he wouldn’t have to ask? I wasn’t sure I could be this forward and direct.

“Tell me,” he taunted, gazing up at me.

“I want…” I bit my lower lip, intimidated.

“Every time you do that…” he growled. He pressed his mouth to my pussy and nipped near my clit, along my folds.

“Oh, my God!” I damn near vaulted off the bed.

“Sexy, Nina. Every time you tease your lip like that and bite it, it makes me want to do the same.” Again, he put his mouth on me and sucked the flesh near my clit, then he swiped his tongue up and down, soothing away the sting.

“More, Dante. I want your mouth on me. Right there.”

“Say it, Nina.” He teased me, licking and flicking the tip of his tongue at my clit. “Tell me.”

“Suck me. Lick my pussy.” A rush of heat spread over my cheeks. It wasn’t humiliating, but instead, freeing. Admitting what I wanted was a new adventure of going for it too.

He didn’t delay. His fingers bit into my ass as he hoisted me up, and smashing his face to me, he drove me all the way to a swift, intense orgasm. He licked from my entrance to my clit. His mouth suctioned and kissed, but when he sucked on my clit, I was done for.

“Dante. Fuck. Dante!” Gibberish came next, and as I panted and gasped through the waves of extreme pleasure of my release, I didn’t know—and didn’t care—what the hell I was saying anymore.

He didn’t stay down there. Crawling up, he shifted to the side to remove his pants. Commando. He didn’t have to give up any more time to remove his boxers. Naked and hard, he shifted me onto my hands and knees.

“Tell me what you want, Nina.”

It was an order, not a suggestion. While I still came down from the high of coming once, I was still aroused. I was still eager to share my body with him, to give myself up to him.

“I want…” I licked my lips as I rose onto my knees. It was a shaky lift, but his arms snaked around me and held me steady. I reveled in the friction of his hard chest against my back, but I refused to get too limp and lazy, sated and satisfied.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

An incredulous yet weak laugh escaped me. “Why? You’d give me anything I asked for?”

He gripped my chin and turned me to face him. The kiss he gave me rendered me breathless and needy. “Yes,” he replied. Simple and to the point, and I wanted to believe him.

“I want this,” I said as I lowered my hand and slipped it between our thighs. Gripping his hard dick, I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and stroked the soft erection.

“Take it.” He groaned as I squeezed slightly tighter and pumped him a little faster.

Do you really mean that? To be my lover, not just my provider? To be my man, my boyfriend, and not just the powerful leader who can save me from those bikers?

“I want it deep inside me.”

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