Page 80 of My Secret to Protect

And I do, and fuck, does it take me.

‘You still with me?’ Arlo’s low but clearly amused voice has me wondering if I passed out. I certainly have no idea how long I’ve been laying with my face pressed to the mattress, but my body is still tingling all over, and I notice his fingers are still—slowly now—pushing in and out of me. ‘Should we go to sleep?’

‘No,’ I respond quickly but quietly, and he chuckles.

‘That’s my girl. I know you need more.’

‘Please, Arlo.’

‘I got you, pix.’ I feel his large hands on my waist, and before I can react, he lifts me, flipping me over on the mattress and leaning over me. ‘Tell me if it’s too much.’ His words are as sincere as the look in his eyes, and I nod.

‘I will.’

Arlo lifts my legs, my ankles coming to his shoulders as he stands by the side of the bed, and he pulls a pillow under my ass to raise me up off the bed. Now I understand what he meant by too much. He’s going to feel deeper like this. I’m going to feel all of him, and that’s a lot.

Arlo reaches down to grip his cock and runs the head through my wetness, the sensitivity has died down, replaced by more need, and I shiver at the feel of the thick head massaging my clit as it passes. He laughs, deep and slow.

‘You like that, pix?’ I nod yes, and he does it again. ‘Maybe I’ll make you come just like this, teasing you until you fall apart for me again.’ I mean, that does sound kind of nice. ‘Nah, maybe later, right now I need to fuck you. I want to feel you coming on my dick while I fill you up.’

Oh, lord, this man.

His arm wraps around my thighs, holding them to his chest as he uses his other hand to guide his cock into me. I gasp, it’s a tight fit like this, and he feels huge. My thighs are pressed together as his thumb and fingers move to hold me open now while he pushes his way into me, then pulls back out. He pushes in again, just as slowly, and I moan, my eyelids closing, and he pulls back out, then I feel his hands wrap around my ankles, gripping tightly before he opens his arms out to the sides, each taking one of my legs in the opposite direction.

I lift my head to look up at him, and he smirks. My legs are straight up and spread wide, really fucking wide, since my giant of a man decided to hold me open the entire width of his wingspan as he fucks me agonizingly slowly.

‘Too much?’ he asks, raising one eyebrow, and I shake my head, no, so he grins as he pulls out, then thrusts into me with more force, and I cry out. ‘Too much?’ he grunts as he checks again.

‘No.More. Please.’

He drives into me harder, picking up his pace a bit but using his energy to go deeper, harder, rather than faster, and it’s torture as I moan and squirm. I want to do what I always do—take control. I want to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. I want to roll my hips and set the pace myself. I want to reach down to rub my clit, play with his balls, and squeeze his cock inside me so he’ll pick it up, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

This isn’t about what I want. This is what I need. Ineedto be fucked slow and deep by a man who can read my body like it’s his favorite book. I need to lay back and feel what he makes me feel instead of trying to take charge. I can take what he gives me because he’s what I was always looking for.

‘Baby,’ I moan, reaching out, wanting to touch him, but he’s out of reach.

‘You want to touch me, pix?’ he asks, his voice gravelly as he continues to fuck me slowly and why are my feet burning? Oh my god, I’m going to come, but it’s different. My orgasm is building in a way I’ve never known it to. Slowly, but it feels too big. It feels like I won’t be able to cope with it as my breath comes in pants.

‘Stretch your arms up over your head and breathe, pix, nice and steady. Don’t let it rush you.’

I do what he says, and instead of it hitting me in a rush, my climax washes over me gently, like waves lapping the shore. My body trembles as I breathe, slow and steady. Tears wash over my eyes, my toes curl, my fingers stretch out and grasp at the air, and my moans are deep and long, and Arlo doesn’t stop, doesn’t change a thing as he holds my legs out straight and fucks me slowly, dragging his cock back and forth over my G spot, and I release a sob at the strength of the pleasure wracking my body. I’ve never felt like this.

‘You’re beautiful like this, Bree.’

I exhale in deep pants that shake out of me, and it feels like the ecstasy of this moment is never going to end. I feel high. My body is vibrating. It feels like there are sparks of electricity running through my blood, and my emotions become overwhelming. I want to laugh, cry, hold him, kiss him.

Sensing my need for more connection, Arlo bends my knees and pushes my legs back toward my chest as he leans forward, bending over me, and his hand comes to the back of my neck, lifting me and bringing my mouth to his.

The change of position brings a pleasurable stretch to the muscles in my legs that feels as sexual in this moment as the orgasm that’s only just subsiding.

‘You’re incredible.’ My words come on an exhale against his lips, and he pulls back, his hands on either side of my head on the mattress now.

‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he responds but doesn’t give me time to react as he pulls back and slams into me hard and so,sodeep. I call out in surprise and meet his gaze, and he grins—the naughtiest grin, then does it again. ‘It’s what you need, Bree,’ he says confidently, so I laugh, shaking my head and running my hands up over his strong arms and relaxing back against the bed.

‘Then give it to me.’

And he gives me everything. Arlo drives into me harder, faster until I’m calling out, and he’s moaning dirty words. I grip my fingers into his muscular forearms and squeeze as my head thrashes against the mattress. He brings his thumb to my clit, pressing it there, giving me what he knows I like as he fucks me into oblivion, and we fall together, coming hard at the same time, the cries and moans filling the air around us before my body becomes limp, spent. My chest is rising and falling as I catch my breath, and Arlo hangs his head as he gathers himself.

‘See what happens when you let go,’ he says after a while, and I laugh, reaching out for him to come to me. He does, climbing up onto the bed and lowering his body over mine. He’s still inside me, and I never want him to leave, honestly.

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