Page 65 of Her Remarkable Protector

No, I haven’t. Chase is a real man, no matter who I compare him to.

“Fuck, Honor! Are you trying to make me cum?”

I ignore his warning, testing him. My heating core is begging for a taste as my mouth delights in the phenomenal flavor of his precum.

“Honor, you need to stop,” he exclaims, pulling free. Not in the mood to give me the satisfaction, he immediately takes control, holding his weight over me.

Oh heavens… all those swelling muscles.

His mouth ravages whatever of me within its reach. His cock hangs between us. Brazen, poised to mate.

Feeling the state of him, I could have excused him for ejaculating. But he chooses to exercise remarkable restraint. He takes his time to kiss my thighs, lingering at the top until his tongue arrives at my entrance.

I exhale loudly as he repeats his oral marvel—only harder. Beyond the hardest he tried when I asked him to help me sleep.

“Chase…”

Heat builds up in me, but I don’t want to come just yet.

“You okay?” Chase pauses.

Amazing. He reads me like a map, he senses me like a pulse.

“Yeah,” I reply while in my head, I’m not so sure if delay is wise. Time might not be on our side. Laramie could wake up any moment now. And for reasons I can’t explain, I’m afraid Chase might change his mind.

I flip over, ass up.

“You like it like this?” he groans. His palm meets my skin in a firm, deliberate slap—not harsh, but enough to make me squirm. Heat blooms where his hand lingers, molding and kneading possessively—the best thing that has ever happened to my ass cheeks.

He then rotates his hips, letting me feel his erection against my backside. With deliberate intent, he moves behind me, making it clear he’s slipping on a condom.

Then he drapes me, his hands scooping my boobs before he rests on his elbows. The tip of his cock brushes my opening, staying there for a while as if testing my wetness. A few flicks, and he enters me.

I moan as he rocks me like he owns me.

If it’s this good to be owned by him, would I let him beyond tonight?

He ravages me deep, squeezing my walls hard, yet, he never stops calling my name. Even in his ecstasy, he makes sure I know that it’s me he’s thinking of.

“Come for me,” he begs as he keeps pumping. “Come on, Honor, give it to me.”

His size makes it painful, but the size of his heart leaves me undone, weeping in bittersweet wonder. My body molds to him, the pain dissolving into a cascade of exquisite aches.

I let go. A climax I’ve never experienced before. Thunderous, deep, and reaching far and wide.

“Chase…” I peek up. He’s still solid as a mountain rock.

He whispers in my ear, “Fancy another one?”

“Wwhat?”

My reaction draws an amused chuckle from him. Why? Really, back-to-back orgasms are a myth. They so are!

Chase doesn’t wait. After all, he’s still owning me, he’s allowed to do whatever he pleases. Including forcing my ass down, planing it against the mattress with the force of his hips. My entrance is squeezed flat, but he finds a way in, only by exploiting a narrow gap between my legs. A feat only possible if your member is at a certain length.

And he pushes in further.

A scream rises in my throat. His size sears me I almost crawl away from him. But his move carries more than just the burn.

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