Page 57 of Fierce Protector

“If you want me, you’ll do as you’re told. Do you understand me? I won’t risk hurting you.” His tone is hard but laced with desire.

“I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”

He lifts his free hand and wraps it around the back of my neck, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of my skull and pulling me towards him, stealing a kiss as he presses the toy harder against my clit. His mouth swallows my moans as he pushes me closer to my peak.

I cry out in frustration when he steps back suddenly, taking his lips and my toy with him.

“No fair, I was so close,” I whine, and he simply arches one eyebrow in response. I either take what he gives me, or I get nothing, and I definitely want whatever he’s prepared to give me. I love a solo orgasm as much as the next person, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on one from him.

He stalks around the bed, laying on his back in the centre of the mattress and pushing the pillows aside. “Come over here, grab onto the headboard for support,and sit on my face,” he demands, while crooking his index finger at me.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.

The second I throw my leg over him, his arms wrap around the tops of my thighs and he pulls me down. I expect him to go straight for my clit, but instead, he flattens his tongue and laps at my slick folds before thrusting into my pussy at the same time as settling the still buzzing toy against the now throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy, I needed this,” I cry, flexing my fingers and gripping the headboard so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I were leaving indentations in the wood.

He may say something in response but whatever it is, is more growl than anything else and is followed up with the toy being rocked against my clit and his free hand gripping me tighter. His enthusiasm only turns me on more, as his tongue penetrates me, flexing against the front of my pussy, teasing my G-spot mercilessly. The result is an orgasm that doesn’t just reach its peak, it rips through me at a cellular level.

His tongue doesn’t stop its brutal pace as he fucks me through my release, drinking down every drop of my arousal and wringing desperate, guttural moans from my lips.

I’m still seeing stars when he taps my thigh, but I pull myself up higher, deciding it’s probably wise not to allow a man with such talent to suffocate. It’s definitely in my best interests.

I’m exhausted, and my limbs feel like they're floating. I giggle as he shuffles down the bed, not expecting me toswing my leg off him to release him. I mean, I would, but right now, all my energy has been sapped from me.

There’s rustling as he kneels up, nestling in behind me and trailing kisses from the nape of my neck to my shoulder.

“You’re delicious, baby girl. I could eat you for hours,” he whispers against my dewy skin.

“I’d let you if I could take it. I think I’m going to need to build my stamina back up,” I pant out, a little disappointed with my complete lack of endurance.

“You did such a good job, coming so hard for me.” I let his praise wash over me and lean into his hot breath at my neck, revelling in the way his fingers tease and tickle across the rest of my body as he speaks.

“I love you, Stefano.”

“I love you too. So much,” he replies, voice thick with emotion. “I thought I’d lost you that day. I’m going to drive you nuts, being an overprotective twat for the rest of our lives, you know?”

“Oh, I know. But when that happens, I think I’m just going to use this tactic again; get naked and demand orgasms. It seems to be working out well for me.” I let go of my grip on the headboard and turn around to face him, pressing my lips to his before he has a chance to reply.

The kiss isn’t soft, it’s ardent and full of passion and all the words we want to say to each other. Now and always. It’s a promise that I’m his and he’s mine.

When I pull back, his hand reaches out, dusting his fingertips from my collarbone, down through the valley of my breasts, and tracing the line of my scar. His touchis delicate, and his expression isn’t one of pity, it’s nothing but awe. Respect for my strength. I feel seen on every level.

“I’m going to need you to fuck me like you own me,” I say with a smile, mirroring his movements, dancing my fingers across his chest and teasing down to his impossibly well-defined abdominal muscles, not stopping until I’ve wrapped my hand around his dick.

He keens at my touch and the noise he makes is closer to a whimper than a moan when I tighten my grip and begin to pump his length, running my thumb over the slit in his crown and drawing his pre-cum back down his rigid cock.

“I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

He leans in, letting his warm lips caress my neck, bringing a flurry of goosebumps that chase themselves in circles, only making me more desperate for his touch.

“I’ll fuck you. I’ll fill you up. But you’re going to do exactly as you’re told if you want my cum in your hot little cunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”Oh god yes Daddy, whatever you say.

My pussy clenches when he quirks his dimple-laden smile at me, showing me just how much he likes it when I call him that. He takes my hand in his and moves me away from his dick, pulling me down onto my back and nudging my legs apart to give him the room to settle himself between them. As soon as the weight of him presses against me, I smile. It feels more right than I can fathom; like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, about to be worshipped by theman I love.

He's careful to keep his weight off of my chest and leaves my arms free to wrap around his neck, drawing him down into a passionate kiss that’s only broken when he rolls his hips, running the tip of his cock along my seam and notching himself at my entrance.

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