Page 62 of Her Faithful Protector

Jack repositions me, his muscly arms cradling my body as if rescuing me from a faint. As he withdraws his length, a tickling sensation dances along the curve of my pelvis. His confident grin warns me to be careful what I wish for, but I’ve yearned for this moment for so long. Now, with one of the best Marines at my disposal, the vision of heaven eradicates any lingering need for rest.

I adjust my legs, aligning my body perfectly to his. Arching my back, I fling my arms behind his neck, locking eyes with him to express my gratitude for all he’s done for me. His hands firmly support me, providing a solid foundation. Our bodies reconnect, my dripping core embracing the tip of his throbbing manhood once again.

In a bold move, his hand shifts up to encircle my waist, leaving only one hand supporting my ass. “Let go of your left arm, sweetheart,” he requests.

I comply, and in the same instant, he propels me further up, effortlessly thrusting his manhood deeper inside me. My inner thigh muscles exert themselves to counter the impact. My head jerks back as my chest opens up. With precise timing, he dips his face into the valley between my breasts, using his arm around my waist to hold me tightly in place. My breasts respond eagerly, rising with a newfound sexual excitement that feels as if he has invented it just for me.

“G-god, Jack!” I scream, my free hand flailing against his chest, the heat of our bodies mingling in the air. My fingers finally find his nipple, hard and erect, mirroring my own. I rub it, pinching it with a desperate fervor. A groan escapes his lips, its sheer sexiness making me confident no one else could replicate it.

As I descend, I grip him with both arms again. He takesthe opportunity to reach my nape. His lips trail a path of generous kisses, even sucking a patch of skin on the side of my neck, nibbling it.

I respond to his move by saying, “I love you, Jack Kelleher.” The words flow out in a whisper, but their intensity matches a booming shout.

“I love you, too. More than anything. You know that.”

“And I need you.” The declaration burns through me like a possession. “Now!” I’m not a pushy type, but in this moment, with a true partner, I allow myself to.

Something unlocks within him. He’s ready, oh God, yes, he’s ready. His hips shudder with an urgent speed, his length ravaging my canal with an even greater ferocity. Amid the burning pain, he squeezes my buttocks together, creating unbelievable friction. He grunts, surprised by the tightness he has created.

Struggling to hold back his release, he hits my spot, causing me to bury my face against the curve of his shoulder, muffling my scream and nearly biting into his muscular mound. “Jack…” My voice barely a breath, yet filled with a rawness that seems to reverberate through him.

“Let me hear it. Let me hear you call my name,” he huffs impatiently.

“Jack…” I respond with a hint of suffering and satedness.

“I’m gonna cum now, sweetheart.”

I hum, my head nodding against the side of his neck. His vertical thrusts drive me to another powerful climax. My four limbs strain to maintain my upright position, face-to-face with him. It’s not enough for me to simply feel his release; I need to witness it in the depth of his eyes.

Our bodies move together as I observe pleasure consuming him. Even in the dim light, desires can be seen, just as the satisfaction of a man can be felt. His gaze softens,blurred by sheer ecstasy. His mouth opens, exhaling hot breath that brushes against my face like a sea breeze at the height of summer. His smile spreads to my lips.

He guides me through the bedroom doorway, his footsteps whispering on the carpet. A captivating fragrance envelops us, a tantalizing mixture of musk and lust. Even after our wild lovemaking, a display of prowess only few possess, his control remains palpable as he gently lowers me onto the soft sheets.

He lies beside me, cuddling me like he doesn’t want to part. His voice, low and filled with satisfaction, caresses my ear as he whispers, “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

Doesn’t he know what he’s done?

“Every time we make love, it’s more than just sex.” I cup his chin. “It’s amazing sex.”

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My muscles strain, aches overwhelm my every limb. The line between pain and pleasure has never been thinner. Last night was a fantasy fulfilled. I had never stretched my legs so wide and exerted pressure on them simultaneously. All while enduring the relentless thrusts of Jack’s formidable length. It was mind-shredding, bordering on torture, but I actually thought about making a pact with the devil so my man and I could keep doing it until we’re both old and wrinkled.

“Lift! Good work. Again!” Jack, switching gears from being my lover to being a fitness coach, encourages me as I push through my leg lifts. “Did I tell you this is my favorite exercise?”

I huff and puff, forcing myself through the pain.

“Come on, lift! Ten more.” He leers at my ass, then runs his arm along the back of my legs. “God, you’re so sexy, baby.”

My core pulsates mercilessly, along with my glutes. Pleasing? A little. Helping? Absolutely not. With only six reps to go, my body gives way, and I collapse.

Jack flashes me a cheeky smile and extends his hand. Igrasp it, and he effortlessly pulls me back up. I’m drenched, my face flushed as if I was sunburned.

“Did I break you?” Jack teases.

“Last night or this morning?” I tease him back.

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