Page 11 of Baby Daddy Protector

Es parted her thighs and bent her knees, allowing me to settle against her and for her to feel the full extent of my arousal. My cock was so hard now, it ached. There had been months of self-imposed celibacy. At first, I’d been too busy learning my new position in the palace. Then, there just hadn’t been the opportunity to find a suitable partner. But now…

“You taste like honey,” I murmured into the sensitive spot just behind her ear. “I like it.”

“It’s my special lotion. Ladies in Prylea make it,” she said, her words breathy and quiet, the slight tremble in her voice making me grin. “You taste nice, too.”

“Yeah?” I raised my head to meet her eyes, pressing myself a bit more firmly against her just because it felt so damned good. “Tell me what you like, princess.”

She watched me with drowsy eyes, her pink lips parted and her fingers clutching the front of my T-shirt. “I—I…don’t know.”

“Liar.” I smiled down at her, tracing my finger over her lips, delighted when she parted them to lick the tip of my index finger. “I think you know exactly what you want and you’re dying to tell me. Go on. Say it. Your wish is my command.”

A slow, sexy smile grew on her beautiful face and her eyes sparkled with wicked heat. “Kiss me.”

I raised a brow and lowered my head. Kissing was very intimate, so I hadn’t wanted to cross that line unless she gave her consent. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” She dug her fingers into my hair and pulled my head down until our mouths met. I traced my tongue across the seam of her lips and she opened to me on a moan. She tasted of bright wine and dark want. Her hands slid from my head down my sides to catch the hem of my shirt. I shuddered under her touch.

“Get this off,” she said, tugging the T-shirt upward. “Want to see you, feel you.”

“Whatever you desire, my princess.” I sat up to remove my shirt, then set about taking hers off as well, undoing her buttons and slipping it off her arms to reveal a pink lace bra underneath. My already-hard cock stiffened to the point of pain, pressed tight to the fly of my jeans. “God, you are so hot.”

“So are you.” She traced her nails over my chest, down my pecs to my taut abdomen, following the thin line of dark hair to the waistband of my jeans. “What about these?”

“I’ll take off mine if you take off yours,” I said, having way more fun with her than I’d expected. Truth be told, I hadn’t been sure what to expect from Es in the sack. But seeing her now, lusty and laughing, I couldn’t have been more delighted—or turned on. I did love a woman who embraced her passion.

Whoa. No. Not love. This had nothing to do with love or even like.

Business. This was business. All business.

The sooner I remembered that, the better.

She grinned and sat up, unbuttoning her jeans then unzipping them slowly to reveal a matching pink lace thong. She kicked the pants away then leaned back. “You like?”

I stood and made sure the study door was locked before returning to unbutton my own jeans. “Oh, yeah. I like.”

To prove my point, I stepped out of my jeans and my hard cock sprang free, a bead of moisture already pearling at my tip. I was ready and willing and raring to go.

Es crooked a finger at me. “Best bring that bad boy over here before you put someone’s eye out with it.”

I snorted and walked slowly to her, kneeling beside the settee again. At first, I’d planned on getting through this as quickly and efficiently as possible, but now, I wanted to savor the experience of her, at least this first time. I took hold of her thighs and tugged her forward until her bottom rested on the edge of the leather cushion, then parted her legs. Es leaned back on her elbows and watched me, eyes dark with passion. No prim and proper princess here. Nope. I slid off her pink thong, then bent forward to trace my tongue over her slick folds, keeping a steadying hand on her inner thigh, positioning her where I wanted her. She groaned low, the sound spurring me on. I licked her again, concentrating on the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, using first one, then two fingers inside her slick channel to prepare her for me.

Es squirmed beneath me, her fingers returning to clutch my hair, guiding me to what she liked best. Her breath panted and her body arched, and soon she spasmed around me, her first orgasm hitting hard. “Zachary, oh, please. Yes, Z!”

Nuzzling her gently, I eased her back down to earth, then stretched my body out above her again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex without a condom, and as I slowly eased myself inside her, the sensation was mind-blowing. So wet, so tight, so incredible. She wrapped her legs around my waist and tangled her fingers in the curls at my nape, all lush curves and accommodating heat after her climax.

I kissed her again, exploring her mouth as I thrust slowly and deeply into her, setting up a steady rhythm that soon had us teetering at the brink of ecstasy again. I once more put the overwhelming pleasure down to having gone too long without a woman. To consider anything else was unacceptable in this situation, no matter how amazing Es felt, her body milking mine to within an inch of my life.

“Are you close?” I whispered into her ear, licking her velvety, berry-flavored skin again. I couldn’t remember another woman ever tasting or smelling or feeling so good.

“Yes,” she groaned, her face buried in the hollow of my throat, her breath hot against my skin. “So, so close. Please…”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.” I adjusted my angle of penetration so my body stroked her sensitive clit with each thrust, and soon, she cried out again, convulsing around me and pushing me over the edge, too. I felt a familiar tightening in my lower back, coiling down to my balls, my thrusts growing harder, faster until I came inside her, my muscles locked and my back arched. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled over me until finally, I rested atop her, breathing hard, my head resting in the valley between her breasts. Her heart pounded beneath my ear and her fingers toyed with my hair, making me shiver once more.

Finally, as the air cooled around us, I started to move off of her, concerned I was too heavy, but she held me in place.

“No. Don’t go yet.” Her words rumbled through her chest beneath my ear as I stilled atop her once more, our bodies still connected intimately. “I’ve heard it’s good to wait a bit… you know, afterward.”

The vulnerability in her tone made my chest ache, and I slid my arms beneath her to hold her closer. I justified it to myself by thinking that we were making a baby together and if this was the best way, then so be it.

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