Page 52 of Her Faithful Protector

A satisfied smirk graces Jack’s lips as he takes in my plea. “More?”

How do I respond? I want him so damn badly, but sooner or later, my screams will betray me, waking Quinton and announcing to our guest outside that I’m in full sexual mode.

But I’m at the point of no return. I ditch my T-shirt, giving him a sign to move on.

His eyes fixate on my bare breasts. But eager to return to my core, he comes back down, drinking me like a mythical fountain of youth. It’s a sensation I had long forgotten, but now it’s reignited with an exquisite and considerate touch. His eyes periodically raise to me as if assuring me that he’s doing it all to please me.

My orgasm builds, tightening my core with overflowing pleasure. This time, he allows me to buck and jerk however I want.

He then lifts my ass with one hand, allowing his tongue to penetrate me at a new angle. Simultaneously, his finger flicks my bud one last time, and I succumb. It’s a silent orgasm, yet its impact reverberates louder than any sound I’ve ever uttered.

Jack crawls toward me, letting go more of his weight on me as if signaling the intensity of his next moves. His cock and balls graze my belly, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Jack, baby,” I sigh. With a single look at his stunning face, I affirm my trust and desire for him. In return, he reciprocates my gesture. We’re like two souls fusing as one, neither eclipsing the other.

Willem never truly destroyed me, as I refused to let him, but he did take a piece of me. Being with Jack last night allowed me to reclaim my sense of self fully. This morning, he proves his words were not empty promises—it’s me before him.

“Damn, you taste so good,” he growls, sliding his wet finger inside my mouth.

I savor it, knowing that what I taste is also how he tastes. He then drives my hand toward his hardened manhood. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, rubbing it, encouraging him. Hooking my armpits, he pushes me up the bed, ensuring that my legs are no longer hanging over the edge. He separates my knees, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Ava, I didn’t bring any protection.”

“I don’t have any either.”

He takes a few seconds to contemplate. “I’m going to pull out when I come. Are you okay with that?”

My heart swells with understanding. While I would gladly accommodate him completely, I know there are still ghosts that haunt him. Tempting fate would be foolish. “Yes, I’m okay with that,” I answer fervently.

“It’s not that I don’t want to come inside you. I’m just not ready.”

“I understand, Jack. It’s fine.”

He kisses me, his lips brushing against mine with a gentle touch, filled with gratitude. As he eases into me, the head of his cock pushes past my entrance, stretching me. Thanks to his unhurried pace, any discomfort transforms into a sweet ache.

Then, without warning, he thrusts harder, fully spreading me open. I gasp, my core clenching involuntarily as his movements hit the walls deep inside me. My fingers grip his shoulders, my mouth hanging open in a mix of surprise and pleasure. His erection fills me completely, even overflowing, forcing me to open up wider.

Just as I’m about to cry out, he latches onto my lips. My longing for him burns wildly as his body rhythmically moves up and down, his cock resembling a powerful engine piston firing at full speed. Every fiber of my being is obliterated by his relentless effort to bring me pleasure.

His masculine scent blankets me. Driven by his rubbing, my breasts plump against his firm chest. And then, he penetrates me deeply with one long glide. My throat constricts, my voice vanishes as my orgasm cascades more magnificently, surpassing any previous experience.

After witnessing me coming, Jack’s breath quickens into gasps, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his testicles lurching as they press rigidly against my perineum. Our bodies continue to grind together, slick with a mixture of sweat and desire. Then, everything in him tenses, followed by a tremor coursing through his hips and pelvis. He withdraws, his head landing beside my cheek, his face flat on the space within the pillow. A muffled scream trembles next to my ear as he spurts his warm seeds onto my belly.

Collapsing with a roll, he avoids crashing into me. With haste, he kisses me, his breath hitching. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes locked with mine as he fondles my breasts.

Oh shit…

I hurriedly shield my nipples, trying to contain the flow of milk. Some cloudy droplets cling to his skin. So, the slickness between our bodies was more than just sweat and desire. I must have leaked during my climax.

I sigh, “Gosh, I’m sorry…”

His kiss mutes my words and his hands cover my nipples, replacing mine. Carrying on with his fondling, he whispers appreciatively, “The beauty of a lactating mother.” And just like that, he erases any trace of my embarrassment.

We lie entwined. The residual heat from our sex hangs in the air, enveloping us as we drift into slumber. I awaken to a sudden chill as Jack stirs beside me. Then I hear faint rustling from within the crib. I make my way over to check on Quinton. The boy wears a serene smile, his eyes still shut tight, lostin his dreams. I gently stroke his cheek before turning back to Jack.

His gaze lingers on my naked body. His hand reaches out, urging me to return to his side.

“You’re one sexy mama,” he murmurs in my ear, his hand tracing the contour of my waist and hip. He doesn’t mind the imperfections, the softness, or the stretchmarks that adorn my belly.

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