Page 20 of Protected By the Ranger

“It’s a guarantee,” his thumb caresses my cheek as I watch emotions play hide and seek in his eyes.

“Anticipation is a bitch, isn’t it?” I ask him, a wicked smile plays on my lips as I spread the drop of pre-cum on his cock with my tongue.

“Ariel…” His voice is a low growl, a warning, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in it, the raw, electrifying desire that pulses between us. Gideon goes wild, gathering my messy hair in his hands and shoving his cock back in my mouth. He tilts my throat so that he can thrust in deeper. Tears spring to my eyes but my weeping pussy relishes being at his mercy.

The groan that escapes him is deep and primal, and it reverberates through me. I slide my hand up his thigh, my fingers digging into the firm muscle as I take him as deep as I can, until I can’t breathe, until his hips buck and a string of curses tumble from his lips.

Suddenly, Gideon pulls his wet cock out of my mouth and bends down to kiss me. He sucks my lower lip and the thought that he can taste himself on me gives me a thrill. He pulls back, a playful glint in his eye, and the world tilts as he lifts me effortlessly into his arms.

His massive and muscular build is a perfect counter to my smaller frame and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. The move wedges my pussy right on his straining cock and I dig my nails in his shoulders, anchoring myself.

“It’s my time to satiate my thirst,” he nibbles on my earlobe and carries me with ease to the bedroom. He kicks the door open and crosses the room in a few quick strides before throwing me onto the bed. I bounce on the mattress, a laugh bubbling up in my sore throat which turns into a gasp when Gideon jumps on top of me.

“So what am I to do with you?” he murmurs, hovering over my lips. His emerald eyes have turned onyx with molten lust, his pupils dilated. I hold my breath in anticipation.

“What do you want to do to me?” I ask in a throaty whisper, each word dripping with need.

He chuckles darkly as he trails kisses on my cheek, on my jaw, down my neck. “I can’t even tell you in words what I want to do to you. This is something only my lips can show you when I kiss you.”

He captures my lips and kisses me wildly. Tongue and teeth clatter and fight for control. He wins when I gasp as he pushes my panties aside and thrusts two fingers deep in my throbbing pussy.

The walls clench around his calloused skin and he pumps them in and out of me at a slow pace. “And my hands can show you when they touch you.”

Gideon curls his fingers inside me and my hips buck against him. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. His teeth dig into the soft flesh of my shoulder, the bite stinging, and my pussy tightens around his magical fingers.

“And my body can show you when my cock is buried deep in your needy and soaking cunt, fucking you hard.”

Yes! A part of my soul screams in my ears. That’s what I need. His fingers move in and out of me at a torturously slow pace, and then his thumb finds my swollen nub. My eyes roll back in bliss when he starts trailing lazy circles around it. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Then what’s stopping you?” I ask, breathless with the need for him to do just that.

“If you’re asking me what’s stopping me from fucking you? The answer is nothing,” he thrusts his fingers in and out, and when he adds a third finger, my toes curl and my back arches off the bed. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I feel like I might shatter under the weight of it.

“I just intend to make you beg for it. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” he smirks and pulls one nipple between his teeth and the other between his fingers, cutting off my laugh. Agony and ecstasy melt together, burning me like molten lava.

“Gideon,” I gasp, his name more of a plea. He hears me, his eyes darkening with a wild hunger.

“Look at me, Ariel,” he murmurs, and it takes everything I have to open my eyes and meet his gaze.

“That’s it,” he says sucking my breast deeper into his mouth as his fingers pick up the pace, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Beg me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

The world narrows down to just him, his touch, his voice, and the way he’s watching me like I’m the most important thing in the world. I shut my eyes and beg, “Please, Gideon.”

“Look into my eyes and tell me. Now.”

Gideon’s dark eyes hold me captive as he rubs my clit harder and the pressure inside me boils over. “I fucking need you so bad it burns. Fuck me, Gideon, please!” I cry out, riding his fingers, mindless with desire.

“That’s it, baby, fuck my hand,” he growls, circling my clit faster as he fingers me fast and hard. “Show me how you are going to milk my cock when I am buried deep in your cunt.”

His words shove me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my muscles clamping down around his fingers. I scream his name, my body convulsing around his fingers. He doesn’t stop, his thumb on my clit drawing out every last drop out of me.

I try to catch my breath and Gideon stretches over me, his lips brushing mine in a kiss. The aftermath of my orgasm still pulses through me, but his relentless kisses reignite the fire.

In a swift motion, Gideon flips me onto my stomach, my cheek pressed against the cool sheets. His firm hands grip my hips, pulling me back towards him, as he pushes my legs apart. He positions the tip of his cock against my pussy exactly how he wants, caging me under him.

He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls them taut. The sharp sting on my scalp makes my pussy drip with need. The head of his cock rubs in between my slick folds, and a low sound escapes him, somewhere between a growl and a sigh.

I push my sopping wet pussy back against him and he presses his weight onto me. His voice, low and rough, vibrates with an intensity that thrills me. “You only belong to me,” he declares, a possessive growl underscoring his words.

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