Page 64 of Protect Me
“Fucking assholes,” I breathe as I trace them.
“We all have our scars,” he replies as he gently brushes his fingertips over my collarbone.
“We do,” I reply then take a step back. “Now, you’re wearing too many clothes, Bracken.”
He flashes a wicked grin and then undoes the belt on his jeans. Kneeling, he unties the laces of his boots and kicks them off then shoves his pants down. His cock springs free, and every muscle in my body tenses when I see the sheer size of it.
“Oh my.”
“Intimidated?” He smirks.
“I mean—”
“Don’t worry, sweet, it’ll fit.” Bracken crosses over toward me then tips up my face and kisses me deeply. All of that concern vanishes when his lips touch mine. Bracken backs me up toward my bed then lays me back on it, all while his mouth claims mine.
He pulls back and kneels at the edge of the bed but pulls me closer so my ass is barely on the mattress. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you. Of burying my tongue in this sweet pussy.”
“Then do it,” I say as I spread my legs further. I’ve never been afraid to ask for what I want in the bedroom, but being with Robert made me fearful to make any kind of suggestion.
Bracken, though? He’s eating it up.
Literally.
He dives between my legs, and I cry out as I arch my back in pleasure. He draws my clit into his mouth, sucking, tasting, wet heat obliterating every concern I’d ever had about sharing my bed with him or the others.
If this is what passion feels like—I come undone, the orgasm simultaneously tearing me apart and putting me back together. I’ve never felt so alive. So sexy.
“Yes,” I gasp as he continues fucking me with his tongue. He draws out every inch of pleasure, every moment of bliss, until my muscles turn to liquid. Then, Bracken slides up my body and covers my mouth with his.
The taste of my release dances on my tongue as he kisses me.
And then Bracken fills me.
I cry out, a lightning bolt of pain shooting through me from the size of him pressing into my body. Bracken continues kissing me, gripping my breast with one of his large hands. He pinches my nipple, rolling the pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger while he stills inside of me.
I breathe him in then wrap my legs around his waist as pleasure builds.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls against my mouth. “Hot. Wet. Fuck, Sway.”
He draws out then thrusts back in, languid strokes that push me past the pain and straight into the fact that he’s hitting spots I only ever managed to hit when using a vibrator.
“That feel good?” he asks.
“Yes. So fucking good,” I say. “Please—more, Bracken.” I grip his back, fingertips digging into his muscles as he picks up the pace.
He pulls out and slams back into me.
Over and over again.
Fucking me until all concerns over my safety are gone. Because if he can fight half as good as he fucks— “Yes! Faster!” I cling to him as another orgasm builds. The muscles of my abdomen clench—then release.
“Yes, baby, come on my cock. Come for me, Sway.”
Stars explode in my vision all while lightning snaps through my veins. The second orgasm is even more intense than the first one, and it’s all I can do to cling to him as I come undone.
Bracken stiffens as he comes, going still as a statue as his dick pulses inside of me. “Fuck.” He looks down and grins at me. “You’re magnificent.”
I grin back at him. “Not nearly as amazing as you are.”