Page 98 of When He Protects

He went back to her. His tongue licked right along her clit. Over and over. Then he thrust his wicked tongue inside of her.

Esme threw her hand over her mouth to try and muffle her own cries. Her hips were twisting and surging against him, and he was relentless. He tasted her with a stark passion. A possession that seemed to mark her very soul, and there was no stopping him. He took her with his mouth again and again.

Her body was trembling.Too close. Can’t stop.The explosion built and built and?—

He pulled away from her.

She was right on the edge. Shaking and shuddering and she just needed a little bit more to go over. She neededhim.

He yanked her hand away from her mouth. His mouth crashed onto hers. He swallowed her gasps and moans even as she felt his dick push at the entrance to her body. Long, thick, hard. And behind his jeans, dammit! The jeans were in the way.

She arched against him. Her hands grabbed for his hips as she pulled him toward her. She rode him through the jeans, but it wasn’t enough. She was going mad. Her body too taut and tense as she remained trapped on the edge.

Then one strong hand worked between their bodies. He strummed her clit while he kissed her. “Got to keep that mouth of yours busy,” he rumbled against her lips. “So you don’t scream. Though, baby, I do love it when you scream for me.”

One long finger worked inside of her. A second followed.

His lips pressed hard to hers. Her whole body had gone stiff.So close. Push me over the edge. Make me come. Push me.

But he…

Hepulled away.

The sound of her heaving breaths was far too loud. “Torture.” She licked her lips.

He stood on the side of the bed.

“You’re torturing me, Tyler.” Not cool.

“Never.” He ditched his jeans and boxers. His dick shoved toward her. “Just giving you something for that mouth.”

Her eyes widened.

“Scoot over, sweetheart.”

She scooted.

He sprawled out beside her.

“You get on top,” he ordered.

Okay. She started to?—

“Other way. I want you on my face, and I want my dick in your mouth.”

She almost melted. How could she get any wetter for him?

She crawled on him, as directed, her movements a little uncertain as the mattress squeaked. And then her fingers reached for the long, thick length of his dick. She stroked him first. She pumped him. He felt so good in her hand—“Tyler!”

He’d grabbed her hips in a fierce grip and hauled her onto his face. His tongue plunged right into her core, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the torrent of wild sensation slammed through her.

So good.

Too good.

So close.

Her mouth had opened because she was about to cry out, and she hurriedly closed her lips over the head of his cock.

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