Page 14 of Her Grumpy Protector

"Fuck, Anniston," he growls against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. His breath is hot on my skin. "You've been teasing me for hours. Walking around in that little tank top, doing yoga like you're trying to make me lose my mind. You have any idea what I've been thinking about doing to you?"

I shake my head, dazed, but my body arches into him on instinct. "Tell me."

He walks me backward until my back hits the wall beside the fireplace, the cool wood a sharp contrast to the fire burning under my skin. His mouth trails down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "I've been imagining spreading you out on that couch and licking you until you scream my name. Imagining how tight you'd feel around my cock. How wet you'd get for me."

His words send a shiver racing down my spine. I love the filthy edge in his voice, the way this grumpy, controlled man is finally letting go. "Banks..."

He pulls my tank top up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. My breasts spill free, nipples already tight and aching. His eyes darken as he looks at me, one big hand cupping one breast, thumb brushing over the peak until I gasp.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice dropping lower. "So fucking pretty. These tits have been driving me crazy since the boutique." He bends his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The wet heat of his tongue makes my knees weak. I thread my fingers through his dark hair, holding him there as pleasure shoots straight to my core.

He switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand slides down my stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my shorts, teasing the edge of my panties. "You're soaked already, aren't you, baby? All that flirting and you couldn't wait for me to touch this pretty pussy."

"Yes," I whisper, hips rocking forward. "Please, Banks."

He drops to his knees in front of me, yanking my leggings and panties down in one swift tug. I step out of them, completely bare now, and he looks up at me with pure hunger. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as he leans in. The first slow lick along my wetness makes me cry out. He's thorough, teasing my clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips.

"Oh God," I moan, head falling back against the wall. My hands tighten in his hair. He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body.

"You taste so fucking good," he says between licks, voice rough. "Sweet and wet and all mine tonight. I'm going to eat this pussy until you come on my tongue, then I'm going to fuck you so deep you feel me for days."

His dirty words push me closer to the edge. He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right while his mouth works my clit. The stretch is perfect, the rhythm relentless. I rock against his face, chasing the pleasure that's building fast and hot.

"Banks, I'm so close," I gasp.

"Come for me, Anniston. Let me feel it."

The orgasm crashes over me hard. My thighs tremble, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure roll through me. He doesn't stop, licking and stroking me through every pulse until I'm boneless and shaking.

He rises slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing. "Good girl," he murmurs, kissing me deep so I can taste myself on his tongue. His hands are everywhere, mapping my curves like he's memorizing me. He lifts me effortlessly, my legswrapping around his waist as he carries me to the couch and lays me down.

I watch, heart racing, as he strips off his shirt. His chest is all hard muscle and faint scars, abs flexing as he shoves his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around the length, stroking slowly.

"Fuck, your hand feels good," he groans. "But I need to be inside you."

He settles between my thighs, one hand bracing beside my head. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing. "Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you," I breathe, lifting my hips. "Please, Banks. I need you."

He pushes in with one slow, deep thrust, stretching me wide. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect. We both moan at the same time. He stills for a second, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust.

"So tight," he rasps, voice strained. "So fucking perfect. This pussy’s gripping me like it was made for my cock."

He starts moving, slow at first, then harder, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, meeting every stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the cabin, mixed with our ragged breaths and my soft cries.

"Harder," I beg, heels digging into his lower back.

He gives me what I want, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. "That's it, take it all. Take every inch like the good girl you are. I want to feel you come around me."

His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit in tight, perfect circles. The pressure builds fast, coiling tighter and tighter until I shatter again, clenching around him as pleasure rips through me.

Banks curses, hips stuttering. "Fuck, Anniston. You're squeezing me so good. I'm going to fill you up."

He thrusts deep one last time and comes with a low groan, body shuddering against mine. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me, and it sends little aftershocks through my body.

We stay locked together, breathing hard. He presses soft kisses to my neck, my jaw, my lips, the roughness from earlier melting into something tender. His weight is heavy and perfect above me, grounding me in the best way.

"Two hours," he murmurs against my skin, a hint of that grumpy edge returning even as his hand strokes my side. "Two hours of fighting it, and all I wanted was this. You."