Page 42 of Her Redeemed Protector

Fuck, she’s killed my self-control. I nip the flesh of her lower pout, at the same time projecting my pelvis toward her, warning her of what I’m about to unleash.

In response, she chafes the shape of the unruly bulge on my pelvis. As if that’s not quite enough, she squeezes my scrotum, sighing as if she was about to have her orgasm already.

I groan for the pain and my escalating arousal. Now, kisses don’t quite satisfy me. I cannot get enough of her, and I bite down on the flesh near her jugular vein, sucking the skin, almost chewing at it. This spurs her into action.

“Hux!” she moans as she unclasps her bra, freeing her breasts to rest against my bare pecs.

I lower myself, our nipples grazing against each other. She rubs her naked chest against me, her body writhing restlessly. Caught in a flurry of competing desires, whether to remove my underwear or shed her own jeans, she relinquishes the task of undressing to me.

Grasping her slender waist, I unbutton and unzip her jeans. The sound of the zipper excites me further, knowing that I will soon feel the warmth of her skin and more. She’stoo consumed with pleasure to fully indulge herself, entrusting the task of uncovering each other to my capable hands.

I dispose of my underwear, startling her as the sight of my exposed cock confronts her. But she swiftly collects herself, undeterred by its size. Instead, her hunger escalates, prompting her hand to go into action.

“No, no. Keep them on,” I intervene, stopping her from sliding her panties down. My eyes linger on the lace that adorns her intimate area. Its intricate patterns barely conceal the enticing slit that leads to her entrance. She looks so goddamn beautiful. “I really love seeing you in them.”

Her eyes spark, appreciating me. Then, while sensually touching her exquisite breasts, she slithers along my front, dancing her lace-clad pelvis against mine as if she’s lost in a state of blissful self-pleasure.

I cram her body into me, feeling her skin melding with mine. It’s like sinking into a warm bath after a punishing day, soothing and unknotting. Her presence steadily seeps into the cracks that are widening by the minute. Even though my manhood is throbbing for action, I would die content just holding her like this. Our bodies fused together, our spirits merging, serenaded by her wild calls.

I trace a finger along the fabric of her underwear, pulling it aside to explore.Jesus… her slickness has spread beyond her lips.

With a deliberate deceleration, I gracefully lower myself in front of her, relishing every seductive motion as I remove the final article of clothing, the lace waking up the pores along her thighs. I press my lips against her luscious pubic hair, gradually moving lower to find her entrance. My tongue caresses her arousal, exploring her depths. With each stroke, I venture deeper. Though met with resistancefrom her binding flesh, I persist as her cries urge me, “Don’t stop!”

Hell, no. I won’t stop until she says so.

Her pulse quickens, her knees trembling to maintain her balance. “Huxley, baby…” She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, absorbing what I’m giving her.

Then she shifts her weight. Standing on one foot, the toes of her other foot reach for my growing length. They play with my scrotum, enticing my cock like she’s its master. I fight against the heightened sensitivity, determined not to falter. Eventually, she succumbs to my relentless licking, collapsing onto the bed behind her.

I withdraw from her pussy and follow suit, admiring her exquisite backside as she crawls toward the center of the mattress. Retrieving a condom from my wallet, I slide it on, ready to fulfill her desires.

Her thighs part, her body twitches, reacting to my touch as she assumes her position. Placing pillows beneath her belly, I ensure her comfort because everywhere else might hurt. I align myself with her, my head lowered, her back arching, her buttocks the pinnacle of her posture. Doggy style it is. The tip of my erection brushes against her perineum.

“You’re tense,” I whisper.

“It’s been a while.” She turns her head to me. “But I want you, Hux.”

I nibble on her sublime lips, savoring the taste as she whispers those intoxicating words:I want you.

Resting my head beside hers, I guide my throbbing length inside her tightness, each inch feeling like a heavenly massage. As I penetrate her deeper, she moans in my ear.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” I say, conscious about my raging manhood.

“You’re pleasing me, Hux.” With a hunger so desperate,there’s no way she can force that statement. She is craving the hurt.

My body moves. I’m nestled firmly inside her, the tightness almost overwhelming. But she meets my rhythm, and soon, we become tangled twines of ecstasy. The curve of her walls clenches me, a delicious sensation that drives me to seek more. She whimpers my name—agony and plea all in one. Emboldened by this and feeling the steady stream of her arousal, I rock her with my length while my fingers tweak at her clit.

“Hux!” she screams, her hands clawing at the sheet.

Lifting my buttocks, I retreat from her momentarily, assessing her. Her form flexes so invitingly that I damn hope she’ll take in all of me.

“You okay, baby?” I check.

“Give it to me, Hux,” she moans, barely cohesive.

With a forceful surge, I plunge back into her, the rapid rhythm propelling us both into a frenzy. The intense coupling rattles her, and her lips release a passionate cry, long, excruciating, and feral, fueling my own ascent toward ecstasy.

“I’m close, Sav,” I huff, still relenting in my penetration, the tip of my cock straining with pain. Supporting myself on either side of her shoulders, I can feel her fingernails grazing the surface of my palms.

---