Page 49 of Her Faithful Protector

I nod in understanding. “Let him come to you. I know you’re not scared of him. And if he happens to overpower you, I’ll be there, holding that damn door. I’ll be the lock, the security bar that stops him from reaching you.”

I hold her chin gently, urging her to meet my gaze. “As long as you let me stay with you.”

“I always want you in that room with me, Jack.” She puts her hand on her heart.

“And when you hear that knock again, tell him to pack his sorry ass.”

A smile graces her beautiful face, matching the curls that frame it. We lay in silence, absorbing each other’s presence.

She then raises her head. “He’s gone. Now, may I?” she pleads with genuine lust this time.

I let her go, allowing her to slink down my torso. But then she stops, whispering, “I do want you to cum in my mouth.”

Excitement builds within me. Feeling her jerking her hips, removing her panties, my cock swells, begging for her touch. Without words, I surrender to her, letting her take control.

Her scorching lips nibble at my shaft, sucking it with a steady up-and-down movement.

I spread my legs wider, hoping to provide her with more comfort, but she surprises me by nudging them back together. Instead, she rests herself upon my legs, teasingly rubbing her tits and pelvis against them while her mouth is still accommodating me. Arousal radiates from her body, spreading through my skin. It’s so tantalizing and sexy as fuck.

Her hands firmly grip the sides of my hips, and I instinctively take hold of them, intertwining our fingers. As she slowly crawls toward me, her hair tickles my sensitive skin, heightening my senses. I brush her hair back, revealing her beautiful face, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Our tongues twist together like a pair of vines as I follow her body’s erotic motion. The surface of her entrance stimulates my length. Goddamn. This woman is putting Venus to shame!

Then she flashes me a dirty grin, biting her lower lip, before returning her focus to my throbbing cock. I jolt as her mouth latches on the slick tip. This is the edge, the ultimate threshold that I’m about to breach.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” I mutter, trying to stop my gasp from forming into a moan that will be too loud for the night.

Ava quickens her pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes my entire length into her throat. This is a pleasure I’ve never experienced before. I hold back, just to savor her a moment longer. She has penetrated my heart with her lust,skill, and care, and my own fervor has allowed her to do so deeply. I never desired other women, but with Ava, it’s different—she’s not just another woman fulfilling a physical need. She’s my dedication. She possesses every part of me.

I can no longer contain myself, and with a suppressed cry, I release. Everything becomes light, every nerve in my body tingling with ecstasy. I feel gentle pressure along my pulsing member as Ava swallows. Sitting up, I meet her gaze, pulling her up so she rests against my pecs. I kiss her engorged lips, tasting the mingling flavors of my own and her natural sweetness.

We lie close together, our bodies still warm and our breaths heavy with satedness. Then I murmur, “Just give me a moment, and then it will be my turn.”

Bliss fills her eyes as she huffs, “I’ve already come, baby. You’re too hot for my body to resist.” Her gaze is dreamy, her irises swirling like a storm. She means what she said.

I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her curls. “If you change your mind, just let me know.” If she’s willing, I plan to go all the way with her. She’s as irresistible as a comforting blanket on a winter day. However, her response comes as a weary sigh, a sign that such a possibility is out of reach tonight. She’s one tired mama.

I chuckle. “Tell me, did you think of me when you were alone? I mean, after we parted in Bozeman?”

She shifts, rolling halfway to look into my eyes. “All the time. Your handsome face is impossible to forget.”

I venture further, asking, “Have you ever fantasized about me and touched yourself?”

She halts her laughter as I gently wipe the sheen of sweat from her delicate nose. “I thought that’s what you were asking in the first place.”

Thoughts of our time in Bozeman resurface, recalling themoment I shared my kidnapping story with her. At that time, I believed she saw me as strong and saw no flaws in me, but I never actually sought her opinion of me.

“Did you ever see me as a broken man?” I ask.

She rises slightly, her hand caressing my face. “You’re as gorgeous as sin, Jack. And I have a goddamn weakness for a broken man.”

Today has been spectacular, but some things cannot be fixed overnight. Broken— that is what I am. She may not fully comprehend the depth of it. But despite that, I will always seek her, clinging to her for as long as she allows. How long that will be, I cannot say. Perhaps until she glimpses the true extent of my brokenness and is frightened away.

“How about you?” she asks. “Did you think of me when you lay in bed alone?”

“You, Ava, are my moon. And it goes beyond the cliché of mysterious beauty. I’m talking about its force—how it governs the earth’s tides from such a distance,” I explain. “We were apart, but there was no one else in my thoughts, my imagination, my fantasies, or my longing.”

Ava’s lips curl into a smile as sleep takes hold of her. With a slow blink, I shut my eyes, silently hoping that Scalpel won’t make an appearance.

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