Page 17 of Protector Daddy

My face flushed but I didn’t stop moving. If anything, I moved faster, desperate to see his gorgeous eyes cloud with lust. The way he looked at me…

God, I could live on that alone for a lifetime.

“Touch yourself,” he breathed and I did as he asked, because I had no choice.

I slipped my hand into my panties and moaned at the feel of how wet and slippery I was. My fingers moved under the satin of my panties, taunting him a little as I circled my clit and slid downward to inch inside. He caught my broken cry with his mouth, sucking on my tongue as I rocked against him with my hand between us, the movement of my body driving my finger deeper.

“Make yourself come,” he commanded between kisses, “then feed your fingers to me. Now, Honey.”

I knew how to get myself off quickly and quietly. But I knew he wanted more than that, so I aimed to please.

I rubbed my clit with the heel of my hand, circling so hard that my thighs started to shake. Every time I got close, I made myself stop, even though it cost me. I pulled my hand out of my panties and reached up to twist the nipple blooming dark pink from his mouth. His scruff felt so bristly and wonderful against my other breast while I tormented one of my nipples. I left the tip hard and pink and swollen, glistening from the moisture I’d left behind.

And he leaped upon it as if I’d left him a treat, drawing so strongly on my flesh that I wondered if he could leave a hickey right there.

I touched my clit again, thinking to tease him some more, but I’d overestimated my ability to withstand my own assault. As soon as I nudged the proud flesh, I went off, grinding against his impossibly hard cock while I damn near screamed from the pressure valve releasing inside me.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my nipple before he finally let it go with a reluctant pop. “Now finish it.”

I blinked at him. “But I did?”

“Feed me your fingers, Honey.”

I drew my hand out of my panties, fisting my fingers as sudden shyness overcame me. He didn’t give me the chance to retreat. He watched me expectantly, waiting, while I swore I could feel his cock throbbing between my legs. He parted his lips as if his mouth was watering and I finally offered him one of my wet fingers, crying out when he gripped my wrist and sucked my fingers between his teeth.

His groan made me squeeze around air even as I fought to get closer, to get his thick length right against my needy clit. Again. I wanted to come again and he was deep throating my fingers and swallowing me with his gaze, daring me to make the next move.

“I want to suck your cock.”

Rather than answer me, he seized my wrist and slid my hand away slowly, licking every trace of what I’d left behind off my fingers. Then he held my fist between our chests as he slanted his mouth over mine. “Taste yourself like I taste you. You’re going to ride my face.”

I nodded because who said no to a request like that? Especially when my thighs were quaking and I was a whisper away from coming again.

“But first…” He bit my lower lip before nudging me to my knees on the floor before him. “Take it out.”

I stared at his lap as if I was about to open a very large present. The full outline of him pressed against his tight trousers, and the exhale he let out as I undid his belt and lowered his zipper sounded more like pain than pleasure. He helped me undress him then I made quick work of scooping him out of his boxer briefs, my heart climbing into my throat.

I’d been with a handful of guys. None of them held a candle to Christian. Every part of him was built to scale and I had no clue how to make this good for him.

Or my jaw.

“It’s not Mount Everest.” The amusement in his tone made me shift my gaze upward as he cast aside his boxer briefs. He was utterly fixated on my mouth, watching it with a hunger I almost couldn’t fathom.

No, it wasn’t. And I was going to conquer his cock if it was the last thing I ever did.

And it just might be.

Locking my gaze with his, I lifted the hand I’d just had in my panties and slowly licked my palm, taking my time to get it nice and wet. I wrapped it around his shaft, giving him a rough stroke to get acquainted, and then another.

And another.

Almost immediately I needed more moisture despite the pre-cum slipping from the slit on top, so I let a little drip from my lips, getting him slippery before I grasped him in a tight hold and moved up and down. I lapped delicately at the dark red head of him, teasing out more salty liquid that I then dribbled back over his thick length, over and over again. He threw back his head, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the coffee table.

It seemed to be killing him not to touch me. To direct me where he needed me to go. But he didn’t do it, letting me proceed at my pace.

I squirmed, rubbing my slick thighs together. “Do you want to fuck my face?” I asked it almost offhandedly, knowing he was a man on the edge.

Wanting to see how far I could push him before he fell.

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