Page 98 of Damaged Protector
“There’s no way a sandwich can satisfy me as much as I know this pussy will.” I’d reached the apex of her thighs, and I covered her sex—which was concealed by tiny royal-blue panties that perfectly matched her shirt—with my mouth.
Mallori let out a sound that could only be described as wanton, her voice low with a sexy edge to it. “Tate.”
Hearing my real name dripping from Mallori’s tongue turned my hard-on into a raging boner that threatened the strength of my zipper.
Unable to go one more second without my mouth on her bare pussy, I slid her panties down her legs and stuffed them into my pocket. Cupping the backs of her knees, I draped them over my shoulders and lowered my head to run my tongue directly up the center of her.
Holy fuck.
She was lush and sweet, her flavor bouncing on my taste buds. I edged my hands beneath her ass and dragged her closer, holding her to my mouth as I buried my tongue in her pussy.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, and I looked up from between her legs to find her watching me raptly.
“You taste even better from the inside,” I told her before diving back into her sweetness. My eyes remained on hers as I tongue-fucked her long and slow, savoring every second of having her cunt on my mouth.
I never minded going down on a woman. I wasn’t a small man, and it was usually necessary to get her soft and ready for me before I fucked her. But Mallori… damn… I was actually enjoying this. The way her walls pulsed around me. The little noises she made. I thought I could probably come just from eating her out.
Pulling my tongue out, I lapped her until she was squirming, her butt cheeks clenching in my hands. Then I slowed things down and bit lightly on the lips of her sex.
“Please, Tate. Please.” God, I fucking loved hearing her beg, knowing I was in control of whether she came or not.
Taking mercy on her, I flicked her clit over and over until she grinded her hips in little circles, shamelessly rubbing that delectable pussy all over my face.
Mallori lowered all the way to her back and grabbed my hair with both hands, tugging with abandon as her little button thrummed for me.
“Fuck!” she cried as I was rewarded with a gush of her silky cream on my tongue. “Oh, ohhhh.” Her body tightened like a bow string, moans dripping from her mouth while she arched up off the desk.
I hummed against her as she came long and hard, her hands tightening to the point of pain in my hair. But I welcomed that little bit of hurt that told me I’d made her lose all control. It was fucking head-spinning, and I was glad I was on my knees so I didn’t lose my balance.
My tongue lapped at her, not missing a single drop. It would be a fucking crime to let any of that sweetness go to waste.
“You have the pussy of an angel,” I groaned, nuzzling my nose against the angle where her leg met her center.
When I lifted my head, Mallori was gazing serenely at the ceiling, a sated smile on her full lips. Her eyes met mine, and her grin widened. “Did you just call my vagina an angel?”
I chuckled. I had said that. Sliding my index finger through her wetness, I rimmed her opening with the tip.
“Yes, because it’s fucking divine, and I can’t wait for it to take me to heaven when I stuff it full of my cock.” I emphasized that last word by sliding my finger into her heat.
Mother of god.
She was tight. Really fucking tight. And her insides were as smooth as the satin material of her panties. Except for…
I curled my finger, finding that spot that was slightly rougher on her front wall, and Mallori tightened around me, a noise coming from her that sounded remarkably like the mewl Coconut made when she was hungry.
“That’s… mmmm, yes, right there.” One of her hands left my hair and buried in her own luscious blonde locks, just above her ear. Her eyes closed as I continued to stroke her. “Don’t stop, Tate.”
My name on her lips brought visions of looming over her, taking her from behind, my fingers denting the flesh of that perfect ass while she screamed my name into the mattress. She was so snug, she’d probably break my cock in half, but I could accept that for one more of her erotic moans.
Her sex was pink and swollen, her blonde curls soft and neatly trimmed, and I rubbed my face all over her, coating my beard with her juices. The slight abrasion turned the pink to a deep rose, bringing more blood to the surface and making her extra sensitive.
“You gonna let me inside this perfect cunt, Little Bee? You gonna let me fuck you and make you scream until your throat hurts?” I asked before circling my tongue around her clit. She seemed to like that, her entire body jerking and her elbow knocking a cup of pens from the desktop.
Mallori’s moan drowned out the sound of pens scattering across the floor, and she spread her legs wider for me. I nestled my shoulders between her thighs and went to town, alternating the clit-circling with teasing sucks of that little bundle of nerves.
She was so wet, I managed to work another finger inside her—barely—and she went wild, her hips bucking as she lost herself in the pleasure. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a woman who was more fuckable.
The hum of an elevator met my ears, and I redoubled my efforts, finger-fucking her tight hole faster and faster. “The others are coming, Bee. You need to come for me. I’m not stopping until you do. I don’t give a fuck if everyone walks in here and finds me eating your juicy little pussy on my desk. I won’t stop until you give me what I want.”