Page 29 of Protector Unmatched

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Pearce looked down at Daphne. Her naked breasts were glorious, bigger than he’d imagined. Her thick turtleneck sweater had disguised that and given him a nice surprise when he’d rid her of it. Firm and topped with pert nipples, they’d felt like luxurious cushions when he’d pressed his face into them. They would feel even better when they cradled his cock.

Daphne stared up at him in anticipation, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed. A rosy blush colored her cheeks, and a fine sheen of perspiration blanketed her face and neck. He was pleased with how willingly she submitted to his wishes, not rejecting the idea as too kinky. Maybe she was just as caught up in the moment as he was. She’d fled the police, and while she’d been in no danger of being discovered—because he’d made her invisible from the moment he’d realized what she was doing—she didn’t know that. Even now, adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and this was her outlet: agreeing to a night of pleasure and passion.

Without a word, Pearce bent down to lick the valley between her breasts to prepare her for him. He took his time with it, before raising his torso and cupping her breasts with both hands. He pressed them together then nudged forward, bringing the tip of his cock to the crease he’d created. There, he paused and sought Daphne’s eyes. Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips, communicating her approval. Slowly, he pressed his cock head forward until it slid between her breasts.

“Fuck!” he cursed. This was better than he’d imagined.

The warmth of her body combined with his saliva provided the perfect environment for his cock to slide all the way through, its tip emerging from the other end.

“Ohhh!” Daphne sighed. Her nipples turned harder and poked against his palms.

Quickly, he rocked back, pulling his cock through the warm channel between her tits once more, until only the tip of his erection was still held by her flesh. Clenching his jaw, he thrust again.

“Oh Pearce,” she murmured, reaching for him.

But he couldn’t allow that, not now. “Don’t. If you touch me, I might spill.” When she dropped her hands, he added, “You’re so fucking hot, Daphne, I’m not sure I can do this for long.”

A wicked smile curved her lips.

He continued thrusting back and forth, alternating the pressure with which he pressed her breasts together. But with every stroke, his control wore thinner. Breathing raggedly, he pulled back and released her breasts. With his next movement, he jumped off the bed. The cool air blowing against his hard-on helped him gain some of his control back. Hopefully enough that he could properly fuck her.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered her, and realized how hoarse his voice sounded. Fuck, he had it bad.

He watched as Daphne rid herself of the remainder of her clothing and lay back on the duvet, as naked as the day she was born. There was no shyness in her when he moved his gaze over her, admiring her beautiful body, her long legs, her shapely thighs, her beautiful pussy.

“Open your legs for me,” he demanded, this time less gruff.

He kneeled on the bed and watched as Daphne spread her legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of her pussy. He reached for it and brushed his fingers along the slit.

Daphne moaned softly, and her hips rose.

“You’re so wet already,” he said, and looked at her face.

Their eyes met.

“Your fault,” she said, tipping her chin in his direction. “You can’t just fuck a girl’s tits like that and expect her to remain unaffected.”

“You’re right,” he admitted. “Maybe I should make it up to you.” He scooted into the space between her spread legs.

Her eyebrows lifted, and an appreciative sound rolled over her lips. “But that’s gonna make me even wetter.”

“I believe that’s the point.” Pearce grinned and lowered his head to Daphne’s pussy. He loved her lighthearted attitude. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got something important to do.”

“Which is?”

“Making you come with my mouth.”

Pearce licked over her folds and tasted the juices. The aroma sent a bolt of electricity through his body and right into his balls. They tingled with excitement, and his cock filled with more blood, ready to plunge into her and take possession of her. Her petals were soft and supple. Daphne bucked against him, and he took her movement as invitation to lick her harder, to drive his speared tongue into her slit as far as he could.

Daphne cried out, and from his peripheral vision he noticed how she gripped the duvet for dear life. Loving the effect his caresses had on her, Pearce added his hands to spread her pussy wider, before swiping his tongue upward to the little hooded organ that was waiting for him. He licked over the swollen clit and felt Daphne jolt. Perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

Holding her down with one hand, he used the other to find the entrance to her channel and slowly drove his middle finger into it. Her muscles gripped him tightly, and another loud moan came from Daphne. Gently, he started finger-fucking her, while his tongue was back on her clit, licking and sucking in a steady rhythm. Daphne rocked in rhythm with his finger, showing him how fast and how hard she liked it, demanding more friction. His mouth still on her, attending to her center of pleasure, he added a second finger to the first and stretched her wider. She would thank him for it later when she received his cock. It would take her less time to adjust to his size if he helped her stretch her channel now.

“Ohh!” she cried out, and arched her back. “Pearce, oh, yes, that’s good.”

For a moment, he lifted his head from her clit. “Is that so?” He thrust his two fingers deep into her to emphasize his question.