Page 65 of Savage Protector

He’s right. I wriggle over to make more room for him in the bed. He slips in beside me, naked but still warm. I move in closer again and wrap myself around him.

“I see you abandoned those sweet silk pyjamas.” He nuzzles my hair. “You’re a treat to come home to. I shall be keeping my late nights to a limit as long as you’re here.”

“How long will that be, do you think?”

He hesitates, then, “Not long. A few days, perhaps.”

“Will you speak to my cousins? And do you think they’ll listen this time?” The warnings haven’t worked so far, but I can’t let those idiots control my life. “I was thinking, maybe I could transfer to another medical school. Just…disappear.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.

“Or maybe, the police… We do have evidence, after all. The video…”

“And explain why you didn’t go to them two years ago? Don’t worry, we already had a word with Dumb and Dumber, and you can start going to the college again whenever you like.”

“Oh.” I push myself up on one elbow. “And can I go home yet?”

“Do you want to?”

“Not especially, but…”

“Then stay a while longer. We have some…work to do on your flat.”

“What work?”

“Security,” he tells me after another few moments’ hesitation.

I gaze down at him. He’s not telling me everything, I’m sure of that. “What did you say to them?”

He rolls me onto my back and kisses me again. “Not your problem. Just believe me, they got the message.”

I have more questions, but somehow, I struggle to call them to mind right now. Instead, I tunnel my fingers through his hair and give myself over to the kiss.

“Do you have condoms?” I gasp when I get the chance.

“Of course I have fucking condoms,” he murmurs before he disappears under the duvet.

His fingers explore my abdomen, sliding lower to slip between my legs.

“So wet.” The words are muffled, but I hear him clearly enough. “So fucking beautiful.”

He traces his forefinger around the entrance to my pussy, then spreads my lips wide. The flat of his tongue sends me arching, already preparing to soar.

I throw off the duvet to leave the pair of us writhing on the mattress. I wriggle my position, stretch out my arm to caress his buttock, then reach between his legs and cup his balls.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, then redoubles his attentions to my aching, swollen pussy.

It’s not easy to concentrate on my own efforts, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I grasp his balls and squeeze, then reach a little further to wrap my fingers around his stiff shaft. They barely meet, but again, who cares? I caress him with perhaps more enthusiasm than skill, loving my own reckless abandon.

This man brings out the worst in me. Or maybe the best.

My uncle would so not approve, and this knowledge makes everything so much sweeter.

I lose the plot somewhat when he slips two fingers inside me, then curls them to increase the friction. Pleasure surges, and I’m close to losing it.

“Roll over,” he murmurs against my pussy.

“What? Why?”

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