Page 71 of My Damaged Protector

Yes, please.

“Ian,” I moan his name needily.

Pushing back from me, he grabs me by the hips and turns me so I'm leaning against the railing. Pushing his hips to my back, he thrusts a hand between my legs and shifts my gown up.

His hands are between my pussy lips before I can blink, caressing them and toying with my clit enough to drive me crazy but not enough to make me come.

“Ian, please. I need a finger inside,” I whisper, not wanting to be too loud.

The idea of being out here for anyone to see may not scare me, but I don't need my aunt waking up and coming out here.

“Nah, I think I'll just continue at this pace and see how patient you can be.”

He's punishing me for not telling him what's going on.

Damn him.

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IAN

Nothing turnsme on more than a woman begging to be filled with me.

Sarah wants me. The evidence of her need for me is currently dripping from her pussy onto my hand.

There's no better motivation to fuck a person than this but, somehow, I can't get myself to do it.

She's hiding something from me, and it's killing me.

“Ian. Please,” she begs me again, her hips jutting out so she can get better friction. I hold her still by tightening my grip on her hips.

She whimpers in protest. “Ian.” My name slips out of her mouth like a plea. A motivation to do literally anything so long as she gets fucked.

Fuck, she's driving me insane.

Caving, I slip the tip of a finger inside her, testing her walls. She clenches around me, trying to get a greedy hold of the small penetration.

That's it.

I push away from her, my free hand immediately going to my jeans to free my dick. The moment it's out, I plunge deep inside her.

“Oh, God.” She groans, one of her hands going to her mouth to muffle her voice.

She feels so good that I don't even stop to check if she wants it rough. I just hold her by the waist and fuck the hell out of her until she can't stand straight, and I have to use my upper body to hold hers down.

Soon, I feel my orgasm beckoning, and although I haven't had it yet, something tells me it's going to be the best.

She starts to buck against me, and I take that as a sign that she's close, too. Taking a hand to her mound, I start to rub her clit.

“I'm close. What about you?” I whisper when I feel like I'm going to burst any minute from now.

All I get from her is a mewl. So I continue to vigorously rub against her sensitive bud.

A few more thrusts later, and I'm jerking from my release. My rub on her clit is now barely stable. Before I can let myself worry about that though, she freezes beneath me, and with the action comes a tight grip on my dick.

Fuck, I'm going to pass out.

Our orgasms almost last forever, and when they stop we both collapse against the rail.

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