Page 15 of Snowed in with My Protector

My woman?

I stop when I’ve secured everything, my thoughts the only thing stopping me from heading back inside. Or maybe that’s just cowardice.

Mine.

Fallon is mine.

A feeling of peace I’ve only experienced in the early morning as cool air bites into my skin settles over me. But this is different too. It’s warm and fueled by something more than pain. This is fueled by something far more dangerous. Hope always is.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt hope. I almost stumble back a few steps with the way it slams into me and takes up residence in my chest.

My hand shakes as I reach for the doorknob and force myself to walk inside. Fallon’s there and when our gazes clash, something buzzes in the air between us.

As we stare at each other, neither of us moving, like we both know what is at stake, my entire being screams at me to close the distance between us. But I can’t. My feet are rooted in place.

Fallon’s face smooths out, like she can read the indecision and the strain of it on my face. At first, she takes one small step closer, then another until she has closed the distance between us, holding my gaze the entire time.

My voice is husky, “Enjoy the show?”

Her perfect lips curl into a coy grin, one that has my already hard cock kicking behind the zipper of my jeans. At this rate I’m going to have a zipper imprint on my dick.

“Yes,” she breathes out. She squirms a little in front of me and squeezes her thighs together.

Knowing she’s turned on is almost too much for me. I want to take her to the ground and bury myself deep inside of her, but the glint of mischief in her eyes has me fisting my hands at my sides instead.

When Fallon drops to her knees in front of me, I almost jump out of my fucking skin. Seeing her in front of me, her head tipped up to maintain eye contact, is almost too much for me to take. My jaw is clenched and I’m barely able to stop myself from reaching for her.

“Fuck, you look good on your knees for me, Beautiful,” I grit out through my teeth.

She makes a humming sound while reaching for my belt, undoing it before slowly pulling my zipper down. It feels like it’s forever until my cock springs free, but I know it was only a matter of seconds.

Fallon’s eyes widen as she stares at me. The attention she’s giving my cock has all of my worries and vulnerabilities disappearing while pre-cum beads on the crown of my dick. When she drags her tongue along her bottom lip, my body starts to vibrate with need.

I moan, fucking loudly, when her hand wraps around the base of my cock. The ravenous look in her eyes is almost enough to send me over the edge and I start counting backwards and tensing my body in the attempt to hold off painting her stunning face with my cum.

Yeah, picturing her with my cum covering her doesn’t help at all.

“I’m going to need you to take me into your mouth, Beautiful, before I blow all over your pretty face,” I groan.

Fallon grins up at me before her tongue peeks out of from between her lips and she drags it up my length. My hands shoot out to cradle her head in the attempt to ground me in this moment. I want to soak up every second of her on her knees for me for the first time.

It won’t be the last. I won’t survive this life without experiencing this again and again.

She laps at the head of my cock and makes a sound of pure fucking enjoyment that goes straight to my balls. As her lips close around me and she sucks, my fingers tighten in her hair and I’m barely holding onto my control.

I want to fuck her face. Desperately.

But this is her show and I’m so damn curious about what she’s going to do next.

As she takes more of me into her mouth, which is warm and so damn wet, feral sounds rumble in my chest. She looks up at me the entire time and I have a front row seat to the moment I hit the back of her throat and her eyes water.

When I feel her start to pull back, my grip tightens, and I hold her in place. The connection between us zings with awareness and need. The way she squeezes her thighs together tells me just how much she likes it, as if the lust glazing over her eyes isn’t enough of an indication.

As my grip relaxes, she slowly glides back up my length before starting to bob up and down my cock. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, even though they want to close and bask in how damn good it feels. But the show is so damn good.

She takes me deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft when she comes back up and flicks against that the rim. When it swirls around, my hips buck, and I can’t help myself but take over a little bit.

“That’s right,” I grunt, “you’re taking my dick so well.” Unable to take it anymore, I start pumping my hips faster and her eyes light up. “You want me to fuck your face, Beautiful?”

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