Page 61 of Her Faithful Protector

“Damn, you’ve started without me,” he comments.

And he’s already hard!

Jack’s tongue intertwines with mine once again, exploring the depths of my mouth with a fervor that matches his finger’s rhythm. He adds another finger, stretching me in the most pleasurable way. Every glide of his skilled digits propels me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The tantalizing build-up weakens me, teasing my senses, heightening my craving for the release that only Jack can fulfill.

I release a grunt.

Jack chuckles. “You know, you’re attractive when you’re impatient.”

With a slow and gentle motion, Jack’s fingers sail deeper. I drive my hips forward, hungry for his offering. The sensation of his fingers plunging into me takes me to a place where colors explode like a shower of confetti. It’s blinding, it’s messy, it’s fucking spectacular!

Heat coats my neck, the tremor in my core reverberating like a chain reaction. Lost in the moment, I almost forget that I’m perched on a balustrade, and I’m nowhere near the pillar that once supported me. In a sudden twist, I lose my balance and begin to tumble backward, but Jack is there, catching me effortlessly. “Losing focus, are we?” he teases, his voice filled with playful affection.

Despite the unexpected interruption, my senses remain heightened. “Thanks to you,” I reply, shifting the blame to him.

He steadies me. It’s pitch-black out here, the only source of light emanating from the kitchen window. But desires have a way of transcending darkness. Their presence is always palpable. I anticipate his next words, but his patience puts me to shame.

“What I said remains true,” he asserts. “You’re mine, and I’ll give you anything you wish for. It’s how I find pleasure. So, baby, tell me, what do you want?”

“Why is it always about me?”

“I have a weakness for feeling desired by you. When you moan in my ear, when you try to resist, clenching my cock—that. That’s what turns me on.”

His admission, the way he describes it, unleashes my fantasy. As surety settles, I let arousal take over. A woman deserves to dream, to make those dreams a reality with theright partner by her side.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to the nape of his neck. “Carry me.” The whisper launches out of my mouth with urgency.

As he lowers his pants, I fumble to unbutton his shirt. With each button released, his chiseled muscles are unveiled, a sight that has become familiar but never fails to entice me. His rigid cock springs forth above his powerful thighs. I have come to know his body intimately. As formidable as he is now, he’s just getting started.

I take his throbbing length in my palm, feeling its heat and weight, my fingers instinctively exploring every ridge and contour. The crown glistens with beads of precum.

“Ah, damn!” he exclaims, his sensitivity momentarily overwhelming him.

“You know I love touching you.” It’s a privilege to touch a man as stunning as him, to explore every inch of his body.

He responds with an intoxicating growl, giving me permission to indulge in his manhood however I please. I pull my T-shirt over my head, letting Jack pepper my breasts with quick kisses while simultaneously reaching into my shorts’ pocket, searching for the condom.

Once he sheathes himself, he lifts me effortlessly off the railing, allowing me to remove my shorts completely. As if driven by a silent command, I spread my legs, inviting him in. He hooks his hands under my ass cheeks, pulling me to straddle his waist. I wrap my legs tightly around him, rocking against his length. With one hand holding me, he deftly flicks the door handle down and uses his leg to kick the door open.

We slip inside, barely making a sound, and Jack swiftly turns us around, pressing my back against the door. He maintains control, ensuring it doesn’t slam and potentially startle Quinton. With my back pressed firmly against the woodensurface, I watch as passion erases his tiredness. I lay a challenge to him, “No walls.”

A smile spreads across his face. “You want me real deep?”

I nod amid the rising heat. We’ve barely started, and I know my imagination only scratches the surface of how intense it could be.

Jack takes a step back, guiding me away from the door. With his strong arms, he lifts me, my body weightless in his embrace. The tip of his cock brushes against my crotch, seeking entrance. I’m slick everywhere, so I rock myself against his hard-on, guiding him to find the sweet spot.

I cling to him as the position demands. Making love in an upright position, face-to-face—a threesome with gravity—lays bare the unity Jack and I share. This is more than a tango. With the position our bodies have committed to, it truly takes two to keep this union on course. There’s no part of me that doesn’t touch him. In return, he gives everything he’s got to support me, a kind of reciprocity that brings a sense of safety and treasured intimacy.

A moan escapes my lips as he steadily lowers me onto him. I’m fastened to him, allowing me to loosen my grip on his neck, surrendering. The sensation is overwhelming, as if the impalement itself is what keeps me alive.

I moan his name, the sound echoing in the hallway.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby.” His grunt of approval fuels my desire even more as he rubs me up and down his cock.

With each rocking motion, my walls squeeze with heat. My arms wrap tightly around his neck, and my legs locked around his hips. The pressure prompts him to withdraw, only to thrust back in, a move that drives us both to the edge.

While he manages to hold back his release, I can’t contain myself any longer. A climax washes over me, my bodyconvulsing in a frenzy of pleasure. As the balls of fire burst, a wave of intense heat leaves me unable to move.

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