Page 99 of When He Protects

He was licking her and thrusting his tongue against her,and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her mouth was just as frantic on him as his was on her. His grip was unbreakable as he held her against him. The feelings pouring through her were too intense. Overwhelming. There was no control. No way for her to stop and?—

“Baby, get the fuckonme.”

His hands—careful—pulled her up and around. She straddled him. Dazed, her breath rushed out. His dick pushed at the entrance to her body. All she had to do was lift her hips, and she could take him inside.

All she wanted to do was lift her hips.

“Condom,” he bit out. “In my jeans…back pocket.”

She stared at him. When had he gotten a condom? At the hospital? Her heart raced so hard it shook her chest. “I’m protected. Clean bill of health.”

“I’ve never gone bare with anyone.”

Her breath shuddered. Did that mean he didn’t want to go bare right then?

“Only you.Take me the fuck inside.”

Her knees pushed into the mattress. She rose up, and then when she came down, Esme took him inside. He filled every single inch of her, and she couldn’t catch her breath, much less cry out. So intense. So powerful.

She sank down on him, then his steely grip around her waist lifted her up.

Down.

Up.

Her hands flattened on his powerful chest.

One of his hands left her waist. Rubbed her too sensitive clit even as his hips began to lift and shove in a rhythm too powerful to control. He heaved her up anddown, the bed squeaked more, and, the people next door must hear them.

I don’t care.

Pleasure poured through her. A thunderous eruption that rocked every cell in her body. She would have screamed, but Tyler shot up at that moment. His mouth claimed hers. She came as he kissed her, and she felt him jetting into her at the same time. The release went on and on. Her inner muscles squeezed him as tightly as she could. He rolled with her on the bed. Put her beneath him. Just kept thrusting.

One climax ended.

Did another begin?

Because he got hard again. Stayed hard? She was dazed and desperate. Her body too sensitive and ready, and he just kept thrusting.

He caught her legs. Shoved them over his shoulders.

Kept thrusting.

She was coming. Still? Again?

Coming.

His gaze bored into hers.

He thrust and thrust.

Every single part of her felt marked by him.

Owned.

Did he feel the same way?

Sweat slickened his body.

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