Page 8 of My Damaged Protector

I don't know who moves first. Maybe him, maybe me. But I am too overwhelmed by the emotion of the past hour to care. So when our lips meet, all I can think of in my head is:

MORE!

I want more of him.

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IAN

She's kissing me.And I'm letting her because she tastes so damn good.

Nothing like I've ever had before.

There's a distant taste of cherry on her tongue, and on closer exploration, I decide she'd been having one of those fruity cocktails at the bar.

She pulls at my arm, forgetting that she'd been the one to patch it just a minute ago. I don't care, though. I just pick her up and place her right on my lap where she belongs, where she should have been all these years if I hadn't let my head get the best of me.

There's no time for regret now. So I pull her closer to me, squishing her body into mine as I devour her soul through her mouth.

“Oh God, Ian. Don't stop,” she moans.

Like I planned to.

Shifting her so there's space between us, I let my hands grab her now full breasts, and I can't help the groan I let out.

Goodness gracious, she is full. Full, soft, and very tempting.

I need to have a taste of her.

Breaking the kiss, I see her eyes flutter at me in confusion before lucidity sets in, and I see a protest forming in her head.

Oh, hell no.

She started this. There's no way I'm letting her back out.

I forgo her breasts for a moment and dip my hand straight into her pants, aiming for her clit. I start to lavish with generous strokes the moment my thumb is on it.

“Oh fuck, please yeah,” she moans, pushing her hips further into my hand.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

“You like it, baby?” I croon, applying pressure now and watching her body become more frenzied.

“Yesssss. Please don't stop.”

Never!

I push her top up with my other hand and gaze at the lusciousness of her breasts.

It's official. These will be the end of me. She will be the end of me. Diving my head between them, I use my teeth to pull her bra aside and pluck one hard nipple into my mouth.

She screams at the contact, both her hands coming around my head to hold it to her breast.

“Don't you stop. Ian, don't you fucking stop.”

I chuckle against her breast at the enthusiasm, focusing more on the nipple now that I know it's her soft spot. I think it's mine, too.

I take my thumb away from her clit and caress her pussy lips, her wetness welcoming me eagerly. I slip a finger inside her, and she clamps around me. As I start to pump inside her, her words become incoherent. Something between,yes, oh, babe, more!

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