Page 54 of My Damaged Protector

I'm being irrational at best here but can anyone blame me?

Ian is not the easiest man to deal with. Maybe I just need to sleep and forget this afternoon ever happened. I highly doubtthat I'll be able to sleep after what just happened, but it's worth a shot.

Maybe I can watch a movie or two to clear my head.

“You know what, you can go. You didn't want to kiss me anyway, right? So no point in being here,” I say dismissively and start to walk away. One of his arms wraps around my waist, and I start to protest, but that's cut off when he turns me so I'm facing him, and then he lifts me up.

My legs go around his waist on instinct. With a determined look on his face, he holds me steady to him, pushing his hot erection against me, and then he kisses me.

Whoa.

He doesn't give me any time to get over my surprise before he starts to plunge his tongue into my mouth, invading me, and driving me dizzy with pleasure as his palms strongly mold my ass, his hips moving so he's rocking against me.

Fuck.

When he eventually stops, I realize that we're now on the edge of the bed, and I'm still clinging onto him for my dear life.

“That's me kissing you intentionally.”

He's mocking me.

“Very funny.”

“Trust me, nothing is funny about the things going on in my head right now, but I won't do any of them if you don't want me to.”

“Really? You dangle a carrot in front of me and tell me it's fine if I don't want to eat it?”

“Oh honey, this ain't no carrot. Think banana, bigger and juicier.”

I don't know what's suddenly come over him, but I know I don't want him to stop.

“You so much as move away from me, and I scream,” I say with a straight face.

“Noted.”

We lunge for each other again. Both our hands grow minds of their own as they start to roam around our bodies.

Soon, I'm naked and he's going between my legs to drive me wild with his tongue and fingers.

Every lick he gives is like more fuel being added to the fire within me, and every thrust he gives pushes me to the edge.

I shake, I moan, I whimper, yet I beg him never to stop. Never to leave… I think. I'm not so sure at this point.

The man is good with his mouth.

“Ian please, I need you,” I beg him to fill me with his dick when I feel like I'm not going to last for a moment longer.

But he refuses to move away from my pussy. Instead he eats at me until I'm lax from three different orgasms, and that's when he pulls away, his dick still firmly tucked in his jeans.

“Why are you still dressed?”

“Because this isn't about me,” he says, crawling up my body and leaving a trail with his tongue as he kisses and licks me.

When he's finally facing me. I raise my brow.

“You asked why I came.”

Oh no.

---