Page 12 of Protecting Player #73
Breathing is difficult. I’m nearly panting from the obsceneness of it.
Reaching for my hand, he dips my finger into the waistband of his jeans until I feel the head of his shaft, soaked in his release, and swipes the tip through the sticky fluid. He tugs my hand back out and paints my lips with it before pushing my finger past my teeth, rubbing the pad on my tongue.
I droop my eyelids, and the salty yet oddly sweet texture is thick on my tongue, making me crave more. As T.K. releases me, my eyes pop open to watch him lower his hand and scoop out his semen before sliding it between my legs again.
I try squirming away. I’m a virgin, not an idiot, but he holds me in place and glides his cum-soaked fingers inside my seeping pussy, massaging his seed into my walls before doing it yet again. Not once breaking eye contact before shifting forward to suck on my earlobe.
Too shocked to move or protest and fighting my fiery desire for this man, I listen as he whispers to me, “I’m going to wife you up by any means necessary.” Stunned, I don’t even dare to breathe when he does the little maneuver three more times.
The alcohol has gone to my head. That’s the only sane reason I’m not running from this man right now. This is beyond unacceptable and bordering on assault.So why the hell do I like it so much?
“Next time my boys enter your body, pup, it’ll be with my big cock shoved in tight, filling you up and never letting you go.” The threatening promise makes my heart pound so hard that my ears ring.
At a loss for words and, apparently, common sense, I reach for my glass of water, sweat dripping off the bottom as I bring it to my mouth and chug until it’s empty. There’s a smirk on T.K.’s face, but he’s neither amused nor happy. He’s bordering on psychotic from the look in his eyes.
“T.K.?” It’s a little scary, a little hot, and a whole lot intimidating.
“I can’t fucking wait to get you pregnant.” He leans back in, kissing my jaw. “Because once I know my seed is growing in your belly, that means I can work on your ass. I’ll fuck you sweet, then dirty.” My belly clenches, and my pussy flutters. “I can shove my dick down your throat until you’ve sucked every last drop out of me.” Shivers race through me. “Paint your body in my cum, then take you out so everyone smells me on you.”
Dear god. He’s deranged.
“You can deny wanting it all you want, pup, but your body speaks volumes.” He pinches my clit, and more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced crawls through my bloodstream, making me nearly blind with lust.
“I’m waiting on marriage, T.K. I don’t want to do those things with anyone but my husband.”
He growls and bites my throat hard enough that I suck back my cry of pain, knowing he’s left a lasting mark.
“That will be me,” he vows. “There is no one else in this world good enough for you.” My heart skips a beat, liking that he thinks that.
“I’m not marrying someone because of lust, T.K. I want a deeply intense emotional connection built on love and trust. I want our future goals to align and for us to be more than partners. The man I intend to marry will also have to be my best friend.” Pausing for him to absorb my words, I realize he’s not going to like what I have to say next. “We hardly know anything about each other, so marriage is nowhere close to being on the table.”
He growls deep in his chest, reminding me of a lion on the hunt. His face is blank, but his eyes are piercing, boring into me, making me wish I hadn’t said that last part. “I think it’s time to take you home.”
Not what I was expecting him to say.
Chapter 9
T.K
Ican still taste her succulent juices on my tongue, feel my fingers in her constrictive heat. Brea is far more addictive than I ever could have imagined. The cute sounds of her breath catching and the way she trapped her moans in her throat so as not to be heard made me want to be so much rougher with her. I wanted everyone to know what I was doing to her.
Keeping my hands to myself as we pull up to her quaint little cottage-style house tests my will. Without a word, I shut off the vehicle and get out. As I circle the hood of my car, my gaze remains locked with Brea’s. She’s shy but bold, and the combination makes my dick throb. I recite team statistics in my head as I slow my pace and approach her side. It helps until the door opens and her hand is in mine.
Pulling her into my chest, there’s no hesitation as I lower my head and steal a kiss. My tongue flicks across her lips until she opens for me, and I explore her mouth. Picking her up, my hands glide under her dress and cling to her ass cheeks. Digging into her flesh, I rub her up and down my body as her fingers rake through my hair.
Dragging my lips across her jaw, Brea’s head drops back on a breathy moan. “Invite me inside,” I demand. I need to see her, to have a better taste of her body, even if I can’t fuck her yet.
Glancing up, her eyes meet mine, and they’re filled with desire and a hint of hesitation. “No penetration.”
Christ,I love how resolute she is.
“Just my mouth, pup. I need a taste. I need to feel you come across my face, for your sweet nectar to slide down my throat.”
She offers me a sweet smile before nodding, catapulting my heart into overdrive as I carry her to the front door.
Her back hits the solid panel, and I home in on her neck, sucking and biting as she writhes in my hold. She tugs on my hair as my hand glides up her body, gripping her breast, and I kiss along her throat.
Brea moans long and loud when I pluck at her nipple while rubbing my aching cock against her heated pussy.
