Page 30 of Savage Protector

“Y-yes.” I stuttered.

“Is it too rough?”

“N-no.”

“And if I do this?” Without pausing his almost punishing strokes, he released my hair, grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bed.

I couldn’t move.

Didn’t want to move.

I craved this with a desperation I had no desire to examine closely.

I shook my head.

The hard look in his eyes may have spoken about volumes of darkness I didn’t yet understand about him, but could easily match in myself.

We were two sides of the same coin. I could feel it.

This beautiful, hard edged, sexy beast of a man might have been in the Marines, defending our country, but he’d come home far from innocent. That I understood.

That I needed.

“Fuck yes, come now!” he yelled as he bucked forward and tilted his hips in an angle that threatened to break me as much as pleasure me. Not only that, it ripped an orgasm from me that sizzled from every never ending I had and some I didn’t know about.

Houston Reed engulfed me in flames.

Heat licked at my soul.

The scars on my heart sizzled with pain and relief.

And my old life, well, it burned away.

By the time Houston got up to dispose of the condom, my eyes were drooping and I didn’t want to move. He’d officially worn me out.

Needless to say, we never made it to the pool. Hell, I didn’t even get dressed again. We ate, we laughed, and we fucked—a lot. (his words.)

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