Page 10 of Protector Book Boyfriend

“My gosh.” She moves away from me as I sit next to her on the couch. “Do you know how creepy that sounds?”

“No, because you did teach me how to drive stick,” I say. Porsha side eyes me before I continue. “Remember that old little sports car you paid cash for right before you left for U of H? The one you had no idea how to drive?” She softens, her expression fading from slight annoyance to revered fondness. “And Dylan and me—mainly me, stayed making you take us to the store to re-up on our junk food hauls in it?” She nods, laughing.

“In preparation for your video gaming marathons,” she says, “but I honestly think you and Dylan drove it better than me at one point.”

“I think operating a clutch made more sense to y’all,” she says. “Dylan kept me laughing with his shit, talking about how we were never going to even make it off our street because I kept letting the car shut off. And you kept me calm by making him shut the fuck up,” she laughs. “That little asshole.”

“That little asshole is taller than me now,” I say. She nods in agreement.

“At the lake—I saw.”

I take her hand and thread my thick fingers through hers, my eyes roaming the soft curves of her face and neck, settling on her mouth, then finding her eyes again. When my lips touch hers and I open my eyes and she’s still here, my heart explodes. After all these years, after all my fantasies and adolescent spank bank sessions. After missing her deeply and holding every girl... every woman I’ve ever slept with or dated up to Porsha, she’s finally here with me. And she wants me.

Our kiss deepens as she lets me lead. I wrap my arms around her, hoisting her onto my lap, then bury my head between her soft, round breasts. I become painfully hard in an instant. And lay her down on the couch in front of me, stripping her jeans from her body as she wriggles free of her thread bare panties.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, and she does without hesitation. Rubbing and massaging her bare clit until her fingers are sliding into her soaking-wet pussy. I watch her, my heart pounding, as if trying to escape my chest. The lustful beast inside me yearns to possess her, to claim her in the dark depths of the night. A sense of foreboding fills the air, the anticipation of something wicked and longed for about to happen. Porsha’s moans grow louder, more desperate. The intensity of her pleasure infects me, spreading a twisted, dark desire through my veins. I push her legs apart, watching her dark thighs quiver under my touch. Her pussy is swollen and glistening with her juices. The scent of her arousal fills the air and is fucking intoxicating. Her eyes lock onto mine, wild with desire as she loses herself in the pleasure. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve dreamt about.

I strip off my jeans in a flurry, my erection straining against the fabric. My eyes never leave hers. My hands trace the outline of her body, her skin warm and soft beneath my touch. She spreads her legs wider as I fully enter her, a wave of relief and satisfaction washing over me. The world fades away, replaced by the primal connection between us. Porsha takes me deeper, my thrusts harder, more desperate. I slam into her harder and harder until her back is arched and she’s lifting her hips, grinding into me.

“Shit,” she stutters, as I increase my speed. She screams before pulling off my dick and I take the moment to flip her onto her stomach, lifting her shirt over her head. Porsha stretches in front of me face down, ass up as I plunge my throbbing, rock hard dick into her slit. She moans, begging me to fuck her, then I notice the dark purplish marks on her shoulder and at the small of her back. For a moment I fixate on them, but continue fucking her from behind, the sight of her bruises causing a primal rage to awaken inside of me. The intensity of our encounter grows. I can feel the sweat beading on her skin and our bodies moving in perfect, primal harmony. My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I thrust deeper into her. The savagery of our lovemaking leaves me both exhilarated and anxious, as if we are caught in a dangerous dance that could end in violence or pleasure. Porsha continues to scream, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure as we push ourselves to our physical limits. There’s no denying the raw, primal lust that consumes us, as the very room seems to shake beneath the power of our passion—and my rage at the sight of these bruises.

I am lost in the moment, my mind and body consumed by the need to possess her, to take her completely. I can feel the heat building inside me, the tension coiling like a snake waiting to strike. I’m close as I reach underneath her and massage her clit while her pussy tightens around me. As she comes, I playfully slap her ass while her body relaxes, then collapses as I pull out of her. She rolls over to face me, speechless, as I lay on top of her, shielding her body and protecting her heart.

She falls asleep underneath me and when I’m sure she’s fully passed out from the deep fucking we just had, I get up and stir the dimming fire. I crouch in front of the hearth and watch her sleep for a few seconds, taking in the beauty of her nakedness. Smooth brown skin, heavy swollen breasts, and perfect erect nipples.

I return to her, running my fingers over her collar bone, then her lips, before I gently inspect her body for more bruises.

This is a woman who looked out for my family when my parents needed her help and she did it because she’s just the type of woman who loves more than the world could ever love her. How this happened to her I’ll never fucking understand, but it’ll never happen again.

I kill anything, anyone, to protect her and Nia...

On God.

Chapter Six

Porsha

“I ALREADY HAD A SITTER lined up.”

“Well, I was thinking, maybe my mom and I could help. Mama Baxter loves kids. And I thought it would give us a chance to spend more time together.”

“And how do you feel about kids?” I ask.

“I’m offering to babysit—I think that’s a good sign...and I thought it would give me a chance to meet Nia.” The sincerity in his voice melts my reservations and I already trust him with Nia, so. “Sounds good. Thank you. Can y’all be here for six? That should give me enough time to get ready.”

“We’ll be there,” he says confidently.

“See you then.”

The day passes in a blur as I prepare for tonight. I dress carefully, choosing an elegant outfit that makes me feel both confident and beautiful.

Asa and Mama Baxter arrive on time. Asa looks incredibly handsome, and his mom is as warm and kind as I remember. She instantly puts me at ease.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” I say, genuinely grateful.

“It’s our pleasure, hon,” Mama Baxter replies with a kind smile. Asa steps closer and kisses me on the lips. It’s a tender and sweet kiss that leaves me blushing. Mama Baxter nods her approval, and I feel a sense of sincerity and acceptance.

Just then, Zahara knocks on the door, her timing impeccable. “Ready to go?” she asks, as she steps inside. She gives me a knowing look as she spots Asa.

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