Page 17 of Protective

“Are you worried about a condom? We can wait if you—”

“No, that’s fine. I’m worried about your size.” She smiles nervously. “You’re huge.”

Well, now my ego is going to be unbearable. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen anything that long or thick before. So, go slow.”

The head of my cock grazes against her silky-smooth folds as I kiss her ankles and rub my hands down the length of her soft legs. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I’m feeling the same way,” she whines, her eyes on me.

I inch in further, slowly entering the warm, wet, slippery goodness of her body. “Don’t look away. I want to watch your face. I want every expression memorized as I take you.”

She drags in a staggered breath and moans, “Deeper.”

There are few times in my life that I remember completely, but this… this is something I’ll never forget. The way her hairmelts around her pretty face. The way her skin glistens with sweat. The way her mouth drops open with each thrust. The way her sounds get more intense the deeper I go.

She struggles to keep her eyes open, but upon orders, she does it for me.

I thump harder and faster, prodding into her over and over again as I watch her tits shake and bounce.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m close. We need to slow down if we want this to last.”

“Me too, so don’t stop. You’re… you’re on this spot that’s so deep. Keep it right there and go harder!” She pants as she speaks, struggling to get the words out.

I grip her hips tighter and hold my speed steady as I slam into her over and over again, digging into her tight frame with focused intent until she’s screaming out for relief.

Her hands grip my forearms, and her legs bounce off my shoulders. Her mouth drops open, and the sweetest, most erotic sounds spill from her lips as she creams all over my hard cock.

When I think the show is over, I’m proven wrong as her tight pussy contracts around me. “Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t move.”

I grip her tighter and ride the wave of contractions, watching her face relax, listening to her moan, then all at once, like a wild flame shooting away from the sun, I explode inside of her.

People say there’s a timeline to love. They preach it like it’s a fact. You have to date for a certain number of years, go through a certain number of things, have a certain number of fights, before the feeling is valid. I don’t claim to understand feelings to the depth that some do, but as I release inside of her, I know for sure that loving someone isn’t set by a timeline.

Love is a weird thing. It’s an unexplainable energy that passes between two people. An overwhelming feeling that can’tbe ignored. For some, it comes after years of dedication and trials. For us, it came swift and hard. Like a reality that was always known. Like a truth that was written in the stars. Like the one and only feeling I can’t deny. Like a story that was meant to be written.

Epilogue

One Year Later

Heather

Sun shines down on the riverbank and I dip my toes in the water, letting the pebbles massage the soles of my feet. Chevy stands next to me, his wide frame strong and steady as he casts his pole into the water.

We married here on his property six months ago, right next to this riverbank, in the field of wildflowers that accidentally sprouted. It was a small ceremony, but it was perfect for us. Truthfully, I’d have married Chevy next to a dumpster covered in sludge as rain poured down, but he had other plans. He wanted a memory for us, something we could think about every time we came down here. He wanted a legacy of romance, like the kind his grandparents had.

He lands his big hand on the small of my back and pulls me against his chest. “How’s our baby girl today?”

“Hungry as usual.” I join his hand on my stomach, losing myself in the perfection of this moment.

The rumble and crash of the river rushes over the ridge. The blue water tickles my feet as the warmth of the sun lies on my shoulders and the scent of the heated soil surrounds us. My perfect, giant, protective man stands next to me as we take it all in.

If struggling through a terrible relationship led me here, I’d do it again without a second thought.

“Can you believe this time next year we’ll have a baby out here with us?” Chevy’s voice is low and soothing.

“Not really. It’s crazy to think about. The year after that, you’ll have a baby girl calling you dad.” I grin and stare up at him, watching his eyes flicker with happiness.

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