Page 22 of Protecting Tiffani

Pulling my hands from her ass and out of her hair, I force her legs to drop. She’s unstable in her heels, so I grab her shoulders to help her stay up. Once she’s steady, I slowly push her jacket off her shoulders. My hands go to the material encasing her boobs. I grab it in the middle and use little force to rip it in half. Her eyes close as a moan falls from her parted mouth. Pulling down the white bra hiding her luscious tits from me, I waste no time cupping them and dropping to my knees so I can bring my mouth down on her hard nipple. Placing a small kiss on it, her back arches off the wall, and I flick her nipple with my tongue. My mouth waters at the first taste of her skin. It’s salty from the rain and sweat that we have worked up. Using my right hand, I roll the other nipple between my fingers and give it a gentle tug.

Her hands find my hair and pulls me into her more. “Don’t stop. Levi, please.” My dick is now leaking in my jeans, but I ignore him. If I only get this one time to be with her like I want to, then I’m going to savor her and treat her like the queen she is. Switching to the other breast, she gasps as the air hits her wet nipple. I make sure to give this one as much attention as I did the other one. I lick down her tiny tummy. I fucking hope I can do this again when her curves are back.

Leaning back, I look up at her and question her with my eyes. With hooded eyes, she nods her head. Slipping my fingers in the side of the shorts, I pull them down. I’m greeted with her bare, glistening pussy right in front of my face. Two layers it was. Her musk fills my senses, and I drool a little. “Oh, how I missed the smell and sight of your pretty pussy,” I groan. Even though I want to dive right into her and never leave, I force myself to slow down. I help her step out of the shorts. “The shoes stay on,” I say as she tries to step out of them. A giggle comes from above me, but I don’t take my eyes off her body. Instead, I nip her inner thighs. “Don’t laugh at me, Cupcake.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” she moans.

My heart, which was rapidly beating, comes to a complete stop as the nickname she gave me slips from her lips. My gaze flies to her face, which is looking down at me like I’m the most important person in the world right now. “Say it again,” I beg.

“I’m sorry.” She smiles wickedly at me.

“Oh, you want to play games. I guess you need a reminder that I’m the champion of this game.” My hand starts at her ankle and slowly trails up her calf, barely touching her skin. Goosebumps break out all over her when I lean down and lightly lick over her thigh. My gaze has never left her, so I see when her smile fades. My hand reaches her pussy, which is now dripping down her thigh. I use one finger and lightly stroke it, teasing her, never slipping inside like she wants. “Say it again.” I barely run my index finger up her slit. She is so fucking wet for me. My dick throbs against the back of my zipper, begging me to stop teasing us both.

“Please, my love.” She moans.

I growl, “Good girl.” I can’t wait for another second. I lean forward and, using my fingers, I pull her lips apart and lick her from hole to clit. I lift her left leg and place it over my shoulder, giving me more access to what I want more than life itself. I plunge my tongue deep inside her, making her moan loudly and rock her hips against me. Pulling out, I groan “Fuck,” against her. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I lick up to her clit and suck it in my mouth, nipping at it only to soothe the sting with my tongue.

“Yes, Levi. More.” Her hands fist my hair, pulling my face into her pussy until she cuts off all the air, but I don’t fucking care. If I die right here, I’ll go out a happy fucking man. I pick up the speed and force of my fingers and my tongue. The sounds coming from her mouth are animalistic. With one more thrust, her walls clamp around my fingers as she screams. I don’t stop until she pulls me away from her body.

Our chests are heaving as we try to get air into our lungs. It smells like sex and her. I wish I could bottle it up for later. She pulls me up her body, takes my fingers that were just deep inside her, and licks her juices off them. Once she’s done, I slam my mouth to her. “That was mine.” Reaching between us, she undoes my button and zipper and tries to push my jeans down, but I spread my legs, stopping her.

“Why?” She whines.

“You don’t have to,” I say because I don’t expect her to do anything to me. My dick is screaming at me to shut my mouth and let her finish. “It sounds like the tornado has passed. Give me a minute, and we can go out,” I say, stepping back. Her hands grab my shirt, and she pulls herself to me.

Her bare chest hits mine as she says, “Levi, the tornado in me isn’t finished, and I want you.” She kisses me, not roughly, but so sweetly that my heart melts. She pulls the hoodie and shirt I am wearing over my head. I pick her up again, spin around and sink to the floor.

“Well, I can’t leave my girl with a tornado inside her, can I?” She smiles at me and shakes her head. I raise my ass and let her pull my pants down. My dick slaps my abs, leaking like a faucet. Tiffani doesn’t hesitate a second before she grabs it, running it up and down her slit. “Cupcake, I can’t wait anymore. I need to be… Fuck,” I moan as she sinks fully onto me mid-sentence.

“Be what? Inside me,” she moans back. Placing my hands on her hips, I help her ride me but let her set the pace. My eyes never leave her gorgeous face. I watch her eyes roll in the back of her head when I hit that special spot inside her.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl, taking all my dick like that.”

“It was made for me, Levi.”

“Yes, don’t stop.” The way her warm, silky walls are squeezing me, I’m about to shoot my load, but I need her to come one more time. In a split second, I flip us so she’s on her back. Luckily my hoodie is under her protecting her from the hard ground. Using my hands, I spread her legs open as far as they will go. My hips start thrusting at a fast pace that I know will have us both coming soon. The sound of my balls slapping her ass fills the air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she pants with each hard thrust. She rakes her nails down my chest.

“Fuck, Tiffani, I need you to come, baby. I can’t hold off anymore. You feel too damn good wrapped around me. Be a good girl and come all over my dick. I slam into her one more time as she arches her back off the ground, throws her head back, and screams.

“Levi.” Her walls squeeze my dick as she squirts all over me and the floor.

“Cupcake,” I scream, as I come the hardest I ever have in my whole entire life. My hands fall from her thighs, and they close around my waist, keeping my dick deep inside her. Leaning forward, I place my hands next to her head, keeping most of my weight off her. Tiffani’s eyes are shut, and I worry that I fucked up big time by not keeping my hands to myself. Her bare chest brushes mine with each breath, and little sparks shoot through me. I don’t want her to regret what we just did. God knows I don’t. As I lay my forehead against hers, she opens her eyes and stares straight into my soul.

Just like always, she reads my emotions. Her hands come up to cup my cheeks, my eyes close as my heart rate triples. “Open your eyes, Levi,” she says. When I don’t listen, she tightens her grip on me. “Damn it, my love, look at me.”

My eyes fly open, and the first thing I see is she’s smiling at me, but a single tear is falling out of her beautiful, blue eyes. “Baby, why are you crying? I’m sorry…” I start to say but stop when she starts shaking her head.

At the same time she’s about to say something, the sound of someone pounding on the door up stairs echoes throughout the room. “Are you okay? It’s safe. You can come up.” Someone calls down. Tiffani’s eyes widen, and they are full of panic. I hold my finger up to my lips, telling her to be quiet. I pull out of her body and miss the feeling of her instantly. She sits up before she moves an inch away from me. She grabs my face and places one of the gentlest kisses I’ve ever had on my lips.

“We need to talk because I’m done denying this,” she whispers. I nod at her, but first, I’m going to go kill whoever the fuck is out there, interrupting the best time of my life in four fucking years. Pulling my jeans up, I tuck myself back in and grab my shirt off the floor. Tiffani stands, gathering her shorts and the torn shirt she was wearing. “Well, I can’t wear that anymore, and I’m going to have to pay to replace it.”

“I’ll pay to replace it since I ripped it, but you will never fucking wear that outfit again unless it’s in the bedroom for me.” Picking up my hoodie, I slip it over her head, watching it swallow her. It’s so big it hangs down, covering the tiny shorts, thank god. She steps out of the heels and grabs my hand. We slowly make our way up the stairs, which are wet from the rain that got in through the cracks in the door. Unlocking the lock holding the chain in place, I stop her, “Wait here. Let me see what the damage is and if it’s safe for you to walk out there with no shoes on.”

“Okay, please be safe.” She leans forward, giving me a quick kiss on my lips. Pushing the door open, the sky is dark, but multiple people are holding flashlights, making the debris lying around easy to see.

“Levi, is that you?” Ms. Glades asks.

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