Page 19 of My Girl to Protect
“Lose the sheet, angel. I want to see all of you.” My voice is guttural with need.
Cammi moans softly as she complies. Her knees fall open, exposing her glistening pussy.
“So wet,” I growl. “Can’t wait to watch you come on my hands.”
She whimpers again. “Hurry…”
I climb off the bed and shed my boxers. My cock bounces free and hardens. Her eyes go wide, and I catch it. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” I assure her.
I remain by the bed, stroking my cock slowly as I watch her curious gaze. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
Cammi blushes as she nods. “Once.” It’s barely a whisper.
“Show me.”
Her blush deepens, but she slides her hand to her breast, circling her nipple gently and tugging softly. A soft, breathy moan fills the room, and the blood roars in my ears. My hand circles my cock, and I tug hard.
She slides her hand lower, to where she’s already slick, and slowly strokes her the tight nub. A loud whimper. A jerk of her hips. The image sears into my mind, and my body grows taut. Need becomes a living, breathing fire.
I don’t think. I climb back on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. She pauses her movements. “Don’t stop,” I order.
Her parted lips and soft moans entrance me. I ease a finger into her slippery pussy, working her slow and shallow, learning her.
“Oh, Noah. P-please,” she begs.
Her hips jerk with every stroke of her hand and mine. Her moans turn into loud whimpers that reverberate through the room. I carefully add another finger. I curl my fingers, gentle, and when I feel the soft barrier, my mind goes quiet with certainty.Hers.First.Mine.
“I n-need… P-please, let me come,” she whimpers loudly.
I nudge her finger from her clit and drop my mouth to her clit and suck while I stroke her. She detonates, clenching around my fingers, her hands fisting into my hair as she shakes. I savor her release on my tongue. Need shoots toward my hard cock.
I slide up her body, taking her mouth and swallowing her moans. I press my dick against her wet pussy, holding my own need on a tight leash. I break the kiss. “Are you ready, angel?” I ask
Her eyes are dazed with need and desire. She nods urgently, pushing her hips up, seeking another release. Her hands caress my back and neck as I press slowly into hers. The soft, slippery flesh parts easily, and I push in until I meet the barrier—then through it.
My gaze doesn’t waver, even after the small wince that crosses her face. I hold still, every muscle locked, riding down the urge to move. Cammi is the priority. She’s everything. I lean down to press a kiss to her lips.
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I move slowly. Gently. Sweat beads at my temples and down my back from the effort of holding myself in check. She lets out a soft moan, hips rolling to meet mine. I keep my strokes shallow and unhurried, building her back up until she’s mindless with need, pushing into me, chasing it.
“Noah…” Her voice trembles, pleading.
That’s all I need. I press deep, slow and full, until I’m seated all the way inside her and she gasps at the stretch.
“Noah,” she breathes, her hands flexing against the sheets like she doesn’t know what to do with them.
I catch both her wrists and draw them up over her head, pinning them gently to the pillow with one hand. She stills. Her eyes go wide—not afraid. Curious. Wanting.
“Leave them there,” I rasp against her jaw. “Let me.”
Her moans build with every stroke. I keep the pace deep and even, watching her face, reading her—the flutter of her lashes, the way her breath catches each time I bottom out. My control is a thread pulled taut. I hold it. She comes first. Always.
Her hips chase mine, frantic now.
“I—I can’t—please—”
