Page 51 of Her Faithful Protector

Last night, he saw the whole me—uncurated, unfiltered. And he accepted it as if I were the most amazing person he had ever encountered. He didn’t shy away from the parts of me that reminded him of Willem; instead, he embraced them.

Now that Quinton is safely home and Jack is in my bed, satisfying my aching core will be the perfect way to top it off.

“Your woman has a request,” I answer. My hand moves lower, resting on the bulge that strains against the satin fabric of his boxers.

Jack’s grip tightens on my ass, pulling me closer as our lips meet. The collision of our breaths creates a coarse, grating sound as our bodies rub together. My panties are soaked in my arousal, their discomfort a constant reminder of the mounting need to remove them.

“The Comet is out and about.” Jack gestures toward the door. The cozy confines of the house amplify every sound. Huxley’s room lies just beyond, while the kitchen is nearby.

“Yeah, I hear him.”

Jack hums. “It doesn’t feel very private right now.”

“Isn’t that exciting?” I tease, a giggle escaping my lips.

“Ava!” His eyes widen.

“It’s like a milder version of enjoying the thrill of being caught.”

Jack playfully smacks my ass and shakes his head. “And I thought you were the sweet type.” With mischief in his eyes, he pushes me to bed and throws himself on top of me.

I stifle a laugh as he tickles my sides, quipping, “Don’t underestimate a mother in heat.”

“I’ll be damned,” he utters in a sexy, low growl.

“What we should be mindful of is Quinton. We just have to hold our sighs, and our moans, and everything else…” My voice stretches, filled with seduction, almost like a challenge.

“Can you?” He lowers himself.

“I can’t promise anything,” I reply nonchalantly.

His eyes blaze with verve, leaving me guessing what he has in mind. “Have you always been this naughty?”

“I’ve been hiding my true self for far too long,” I confess.

His head cocks to the side, contemplating.

I’m not one to indulge in kinky sex. What I long for is a connection that allows me to witness a man’s genuine masculinity in plain view with no gimmicks, trapping me in his honesty. And I’ve found the man. With that surety, I seek a little play. The idea of someone possibly hearing us excites me, and I make no apology.

He looks at me with a concerned expression as if he’s deciphering the subtle signals I’ve been sending him. “But you just want the two of us, right? Nothing more?”

I let out a silent laugh.

“Relax, Romeo. Threesomes never make my juices flow. Or…maybe I’ve never actually thought about it.” I want to push his buttons and see how he reacts. Truthfully, no matter where my passion takes me, getting involved with another man is out of the question.

Jack pinches my nose. “Just you and me, okay?”

His face close to mine, I answer with certainty, “I don’t want anyone else, Jack.”

Hearing it, he ravages my lips, his embrace so tight. I sigh, welcoming his weight against me, his morning wood pressed on my stomach. He slides down, his strong grip tugging me along. The cotton sheet caresses my back as he positions me. My legs dangle over the edge of the bed, naked and restless. Feral desire plagues my body, penetrating deep into my bones.

Kneeling between my thighs, Jack’s hands exert a firm pressure as they knead my buttocks. He slides my panties down, fueling vivid fantasies of his tongue lapping at my most sensitive areas. My pussy throbs with need. The lips of my sex swell shamelessly, boldly displaying their arousal.

My thighs push wider apart, granting him full access as he answers my call. He buries his face between my legs, his mouth engulfing my molten clit with a hungry fervor. Waves of pleasure travel from my tits to the tips of my toes. His hands grip my waist, preventing me from bucking. In the absence of my ability to freely writhe, I can’t even release the pressure through my voice. It’s a test of self-control that I may have to forego.

Enjoying my waning resistance, he slips his fingers between my engorged pussy lips, parting them gently. His fingers take control, relentless in their manipulation of my bud, while his tongue adds another layer of sensation. In a desperate attempt to stifle my impending scream, I grab the hem of the sheet and bite down on it.

Jack gives me a momentary reprieve, allowing himself to savor my surrender to the immense arousal. When he crawls up, I notice he has stripped off his boxers. His hardness brushes against my belly, taunting me.

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