Page 26 of My Damaged Protector

“Let me,” he whispers.

I nod.

His hands go between my legs, leaving me a little unsteady, so I latch onto his shoulder. I feel him, one of his thumbs caressing my clit through the material.

“God, yes.” I moan, pushing my hips into him.

He chuckles at the action before he stops caressing me. I open my mouth to beg him to continue, but the sound of material ripping has me freezing.

Did he… Did he just tear my panties?

I look between us and confirm that he indeed just tear my panties.

Wow.

Before I can complain, his lips are back on mine and he's stealing my sanity again with every wicked suck on my lips and tongue.

His hands are now back on my waist, and soon he's lifting me, urging me with the action to take him inside me. I don't hesitate to follow his lead.

First, I take him in my hand, give him a good squeeze, which earns me a groan into my mouth before I take him to my core, brushing his head against my clit.

We both moan at the action, and I continue for a while until we both can't take the separation. Then, I direct him to my entrance, and when he's fully lined up, I slam down on his hard length.

I breathe out a long moan.

“Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard.”

I take that as my cue to start to move, gliding up and down is dick into a steady rhythm, drawing both our pleasures out.

“So fucking good." He moans, smacking my ass hard.

The sound ripples through the air and sends a jolt of fire kicking through within.

I want him to consume me.

Making sure that my hold on him is strong, I let lose of my passion and allow myself to ride him hard until we're both shaking and screaming from ecstasy.

We both collapse on the bed afterward, neither of us saying a word for a few minutes.

Eventually reality sets back in, and I start to pull away from him. He holds me and keeps me from moving.

“We should talk,” he says in a grave voice that I know means one thing: regret.

No, we shouldn't.

Turning in his arms, I allow myself to look into his eyes and see him for who he really is and not the man I've always fantasized him to be.

Ian is a man haunted by demons of his own making. We would never work. Not when he's always so inside his head.

Shaking my head, I seal our lips together when I see his lips start to move again.

I pour everything I'm feeling into the kiss, the affection, the longing, the want, and finally, the resignation.

Goodbye, I whisper in my heart before I separate from him, grab my purse from the chair I'd kept it on, take out my card, and drop it on the edge of the bed for him. I walk out of the room with his semen dripping down my thighs.

He'll call me if he really wants to talk.

When I get home, I go straight inside the shower to clean myself up, then I come back into the living room where my laptop has been all night and type out everything that happened last night.

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