Page 16 of His To Protect

His mouth was against hers before the last word had slipped past her tongue. He pulled her tight against him, and she wrapped herself around him, arms circling his neck, legs about his waist, her hot, throbbing pussy pushing against him. Jack’s hands were splayed across the ass she’d gladly give him later to discipline, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh with a force that reminded her she was alive and his cock, so hard, pushing, grinding, and throbbing against her middle.

“Take me, make me yours. Please hurry!” The words came out breathy and urgent. She gasped when his movement matched her insistence and his scruffy chin scraped across her cheek so his lips, tongue and teeth could nibble, kiss and play with her neck. Her insides swirled, pulsed and ached with need, for pleasure, for him. She had to be taken, used, owned.

Jack didn’t take her to the bed, or even to the couch. Neither of them seemed to need niceties with the necessity their bodies conveyed so strong and steady, Jack pushed her against the door and yanked her shirt up and off so his mouth could suck, lick, and torment her nipples. Her hands threaded roughly into his hair and her eyes rolled back in bliss when his tongue flicked hot and wetly over her tight, aching buds.

“Feet on the floor,” he demanded and when she obeyed, he spun her, pushing her forward to lean her palms on the door. He pulled her ass out. “Don’t move your hands.” She let out a wanton whimper and nodded while he yanked up her skirt. “Spread your legs.” Another abrupt demand in combination with his knee and thigh roughly parting her.

“This ass… baby… so fucking hot, so in need of both my punishment and pleasure.”

He ripped the panties from her body, but she didn’t notice until they fell in a flash of pink to the floor. She was too busy begging nonsensically for him to fuck her. But he didn’t—and she thought she might die from emptiness when he dropped to his knees.

“Daddy,” the word trailed like a wail from her mouth as he shoved his face against her ass to tongue her from behind. She felt like liquid, like rain dripping down the door, as his mouth fucked her. His lips and tongue gave her pleasure she’d never known. His fingers joined just when she thought she couldn’t possibly feel any more ecstasy, and then she exploded around those plunging fingers, howling. In utter bliss, tingling from head to toe, she slumped when the last bit of pleasure had been drawn from her body with his loving.

It was then, as she panted, hands still splayed against the door, her body wracked with aftershocks, that Jack really made her his. His cock plunged into her body, so thick and hard, each thrust from his pistoning hips stoked a new fire, awakening a fresh wave of arousal and need.

“Oh God,” she called and then bit her lip, holding a scream back as he pounded deeper, filling her completely. “Daddy, it’s so good! Please, faster! I need you!’ Her eagerness was rewarded with a hand to her pussy. He spread her and his fingers worked the taut swollen bud. Her orgasm grew with each stroke of his cock, with each flick, twirl, and pull of his fingers, but it wasn’t until she looked forward at the door where her hand was buried beneath his, wide and protective over hers that she came again. And with her release, his followed.

“My sweet little one,” he said on a hot, panting breath against the shell of her ear. “You’re mine. Mine to reward with pleasure, to punish with pain. I’ll give you everything you need and keep you safe, but know this, I’m also yours. Your daddy. And no one, baby girl, has ever owned Jack Cole.”

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