Page 27 of Defensive Hero

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Page 27 of Defensive Hero

“Let me have this, baby,” he rasps, his deep voice smooth and pleading. “Let me celebrate getting engaged to the good girl I have fallen madly in love with.”

My heart jumps and my pulse races at his words. I want to give him everything. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, shrugging off my shorts, and when he grabs the hem of my sweater, I let him tug it off my shoulders, leaving me naked. I reach out to tear the shirt off him as well, but he stops me.

“I don’t have a change of clothes today, baby.”

“I want to see you naked,” I whisper with urgency, the need for this man affecting me like a drug. “Please.”

Wilson climbs to his feet, and with eyes locked on mine, begins to unbutton his shirt. I have seen the man naked before, felt his hard body pressed against mine, but I am still in awe when he drops his shirt to reveal his muscles. His chest is robust, streaked with dark hair that travels to his firm stomach and a perfectly cut V-line. I don’t know when he has free time to visit the gym, considering how much he works, but I have no doubt that he works out.

My eyes lock on his fingers as he pops open the button to his pants and drags the zipper down before tugging them off along with his briefs to reveal his massive cock. It’s huge and veiny, with an angry head leaking precum, and I find myself wondering how it tastes.

“Done looking?”

“Huh?” My cheeks flush when I find Wilson watching me ogle his body. Fully naked now, he is a piece of art, and I want him on me.

“You are looking at me like you want me to fuck your mouth.”

Am I?

“Maybe,” I whisper, my lips parting on a gasp when he drops back down to the carpet and yanks open my thighs.

“I will,” he grinds out, caressing a path down my thigh. With his eyes on me, he rubs his thumb over my sex to part my feminine lips, and I arch off the couch when his finger grazes my clit. “Later, when I am not so close to blowing, I will grab that hair and sink my cock into that perfect little mouth, watch your eyes fill up as you choke on it.” His middle finger enters me, and he starts pushing it in and out of me, making wet noises as moisture drips down his fingers. “I’ll pull out a little and give you a few seconds to catch your breath before slamming it back into your throat, training it to take more of me.”

“Oh God,” I whimper when he adds another finger and starts stroking my sensitive nub with his thumb as he pumps his thick digits into my sex faster and harder.

“Then I will pull out and cream that face, every inch of it, before letting you lick my cock clean.”

Wilson pulls his fingers from me, and with little warning, buries his face between my legs. My body jerks against him when he thrusts his tongue into my core, licking and sucking at my arousal with the intensity of mad man. It’s feral, the way he licks at my wet heat, and when he slides his fingers back into my pulsing sex, I feel myself draw closer and closer to the edge.

“Wilson,” I whimper, burying my fingers into his perfect hair and tugging him closer. His mouth closes hotly around my clit and sucks, and I orgasm with a sob. I clench hard around his fingers as waves and waves of pleasure roll through my system, causing me to see black spots in my vision.

I fall back on the couch, my body trembling, but he’s not done. The man grabs me and pulls me down to the carpet with him, kissing my lips before he spins me around on my knees.

“I could spend a lifetime buried between your legs, licking that tight little pussy and watching your eyes lose focus when I do,” he says hoarsely, and I moan when I feel the hard press of his cock rubbing against my wet sex. “You have no idea the things you do to me. The things I am going to do to you.”

“Aah!”

A surprised cry tears from me when he slaps my ass cheek hard enough for it to sting. What is more surprising is how much I like it. He does it again on the same spot, causing my sex to grow slicker with arousal.

Christ, what is this man doing to me?

“This is for running away,” he says, slapping the same spot, and my back arches, a moan slipping from my lips. It hurts, but it feels good too. “Don’t run away from me again, Sandy. Whatever it is that scares you, let me handle it.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, which turns into a moan when he slaps my other ass cheek, and then, he is entering me.

It’s an overload of sensations, and it works to get my body heated and my sex craving more. My pussy pulses with need as he fills me with every last inch of his massive cock.

“So fucking tight baby,” he growls, fisting my hair and bending me over completely before he starts rutting into me, stretching me with his manhood. His thrusts are fast and fevered, and all I can do is bury my face in the rug and take it—take all of him.

My fiancé.

That thought alone sends pleasure rolling down my spine, and it’s something I never imagined I would say in my life. I’d hoped for it, but I didn’t have many expectations, and now, I am in love. With a man who loves me back.

A man who is ready to tear down a few gossips at the office to make my life a little better. The same man that makes me feel good inside and outside. The same man I am going to spend the rest of my life with, loving and protecting him in my own way for as long as I breathe.

A sob climbs up my throat from the overload of emotions, but I lose it when his middle finger finds my clit and starts rubbing the sensitive bud in fast, firm circles, bringing me closer to yet another orgasm. “Wilson, oh my God,” I sob as the man tightens his grip on my hair and pounds into me, faster and harder. The second orgasm comes with little warning. My muscles tighten at once, and my pussy clenches hard around his cock before releasing in a wave of ecstasy. I sob as he fucks me through the orgasm, pleasure building with every thrust, and when I jerk against him once more, it seems to send him right over the edge.

“Fuuuck!”




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