Page 80 of Protector Daddy

He’d done what I asked. No condom.

No rules. Not for us, not anymore.

He felt so huge inside me, his strokes so frenetic that all I could do was bow into them in the hopes he wouldn’t break me in two.

I almost wanted that. I wanted to be the source of his madness—and his salvation.

Then in the center of insanity, he slowed way down and pulled out. He hadn’t come inside me. Instead, he jerked himself off over my belly and breasts. His hand shuttling his length was so mesmerizing, I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t stop myself from shimmying down the bed, reaching the right spot just in time for the last spurt to hit my tongue, sending me into another climax just from the thrill of him spilling himself over my lips and chin.

He’d made a fine mess of me, all right.

His big body loomed over me as he dropped his head back to haul in air. I reached up to milk the final drops from his cock, sucking the tip until he had to grab me by the hair to get me to stop.

“You almost got your way.”

Looking up at him from my prone position, I licked my lips. “Almost?”

He dragged me up to my knees. “You’re covered in me.”

“Mmm-hmm.” I collected a few droplets on my fingertips and then painted my nipple, encouraging him to taste himself as I had.

He latched his lips and teeth around my nipple while I arched into his lingering kisses. My thighs were on the verge of quivering again.

Making him lose all control had quickly become one of my favorite things.

“I could fuck you again right now,” he rasped. “My sweet, dirty Honey.”

From his half mast erection, he wasn’t kidding.

I desperately needed a shower, but I didn’t want to wash him away just yet. “I could let you again right now.”

He lifted his head, a grin lifting his lips. “I think we permanently scared off Boomer.”

“Oh.” Dizzily, I looked around. It had been awhile since he’d run off. “Probably a good thing. Don’t want to traumatize your poor dog.”

“Or me, if I can’t have you one more time before we clean up.”

I spread my thighs wide open for him. “Well, if you insist…”

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“Stop fretting. Let me do that.”

I pressed my lips together and stepped back to let Honey fix my tie. She was entirely too good at it and I was middling at best, even on a good day.

And the day my girlfriend was going to meet my daughter wasn’t a good day.

I had faith they’d like each other, but right now, I was more nervous than an atheist going to confession.

Did they get nervous over that? I didn’t know any atheists so I couldn’t say.

But I was fucking shaking in my shiny regulation cop shoes. I didn’t have any regular dress shoes on account of the fact I didn’t do anything social like go on dates.

Before Honey, I hadn’t done anything fun whatsoever for a very long time.

“You need to go with me to buy shoes,” I said under my breath, focusing on her intricate updo in the mirror. How did she do that?

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