Page 158 of My Damaged Protector

A bright smile blooms over my face. She and I have grown quite close over the past few months. I never realized how important being a father was to me until the opportunity presented itself.

“Livie. How are you?”

“I'm good. I can't wait to see you guys.”

“We can't wait to see you, too. Have a safe flight, alright?”

“Alright. I want to talk to Mom, please.”

“Sure.” I pass the phone to Sarah and then wrap my arm around her waist, gently pulling her into the bed with me.

She giggles before speaking to her daughter. “Sweetie, how are you?”

While she speaks with her daughter, I nuzzle her neck, taking in her beautiful smell.

Soon, she's done with the call, and I'm turning her in my arms so she's facing me. I go for her mouth immediately, our tongues clashing in a race of passion.

This never gets old with her, no matter what.

Her hands come around my neck, and I let mine go to hers, deepening the kiss while at it.

Soon our breathing is erratic, our hands frantic. I pull at her dress from the neckline to reach her breast. I'm taking a nipple in my mouth immediately.

“Ha,” she moans. Thrilled at the sound of her pleasure, I suck her hard bud tighter, swirling my tongue over it. I let my other hand go to her behind where I grab quite a handful of her juicy ass flesh and make her moan harder.

“Ian, please.”

I chuckle against her breast. Always so needy.

“Please what?” I tease, already knowing what she wants.

“Please let me go,” she says.

I cease all action. Those are not the words I am expecting.

She starts to laugh, and I pull away to find out what just happened between now and the past minute when I had her nipple in my mouth and she was silently begging for my dick.

“Oh my God, you need to see your face right now,” she says between her laughs, clearly having fun at my expense.

“Are you going to tell me what's going on?”

“Nothing,” she says and shakes her head, trying to stop her laughter.

“What do you mean, nothing?” I ask in irritation.

“I just needed you to stop before things get out of hand. It's not my fault that you took it wrongly though.”

Why would she need me to stop?

“Tell me you're not wet right now,” I demand.

“I am, so?” She shrugs.

So?

“So, I'm hard, too. Why do we need to stop?”

“Ha, okay. Well, first, remember how I've been begging you to make me lasagna all week?”

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