My Protector by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Twelve

Dillon

I knew she was. Hoped she was.

She is.

My virgin princess is about to become my queen.

Telling me what I want to hear.

That she’s mine.

That her body is mine.

That her sweet little pussy and everything attached to it is mine.

Ready to stake my claim. Ready to have her full of what she needs so badly.

Ready to fill her with our family.

I can tell she’s relieved she’s told me, but annoyed that somehow I already knew it at the same time.

All that matters to me though is that I’ll be her first and her only.

Those childbearing hips, her fine ass, and tits will only ever know this man’s mouth and firm touch from today on.

Forever.

Food can wait. It’s clear we both have a bigger hunger for what she really needs.

The delicious dish between her legs. That steaming, tight little virgin hole that needs a scruffing so desperately.

Her tiny nub of a clit is already begging me to please it, standing out proud from its glistening hood.

I want to stay and admire the view of her sex all night, but there’s an urgency in her and myself that I can’t deny.

The tiniest puff of blond hair over her quivering valley makes my breath catch. My primal desires rising from somewhere deep inside me.

My dick twitching in my pants drenched in my own precome already from the sight of her semi-nakedness.

So young. So innocent.

So perfect.

She’s too perfect. If there even is such a thing, but fuck. She’s got it going on in spades.

Thinking back, she was right to turn me down in the restroom at work.

My queen deserves more than that shithole, and having her home with me where she belongs will do for now.

I hear my free hand swiping away plates and take out containers, giving me more room to see her and feel her silky smooth thighs on either side of my face.

She moans grow louder, gasping my name and then something about the food, but I’m getting what I’ve wanted since the moment I first saw her.

After, we can eat.

Later I can tidy up any mess I’ve made, from the food or from her sweet, trembling slit which pulses as my mouth and tongue find the places I’ll remember forever.

Becky’s special places and what each one does to her when handled as they should be.

Her wide hips buck heavily against my grip, eager to have as much of our bodies connected as she senses her own building climax from a man’s touch instead of her own clumsy efforts in a basement bathroom someplace.

A real man.

And from this moment on, her only man.

I grind the only word she needs to ever hear into her steaming sex. “Mine.”

Every inch of her sweetness belongs to me, canceling out any other problems I have to deal with, knowing my true purpose in life now is to fill her with our babies.

Keep her safe, and have her with me always.

My hands return to her thighs, opening them as far as I can, greedy for more of her sweet essence, the sight of her, and hearing how close she has me eager to strip her fully.

Wishing I had ten hands as well as ten throbbing inches of man meat, straining against my boxers. Aching to be free.

Twitching as my own climax rises up my thick shaft like lava about to erupt from a towering volcano.

I grunt and gasp, yanking her bottoms away, tossing them over my shoulder, and setting to work undoing her shirt.

Within moments, those perfectly round orbs of tits are free at last with a final groan I lose all control, eager to devour them and her pussy, marveling at her thick pebbled nipples.

Almost like plates themselves, I quickly discover that Becky has more pleasure centers than I could have imagined.

The effect of my body on hers, and her own whimpering pleasure under my touch is the only thing threatening to break my solemn vow.

“I can only come inside you,” I grunt, freeing my cock from my pants if only to stop it from tearing through the fabric.

Catching a glimpse of my engorged member, her eyes widen, and mouths the word fuck over and over to herself.

Finally biting down on her lower lip so hard it sprains white against the flushed pink of her top lip.

It’s clear when my manhood is so close to her quivering tight hole that it’ll take some time for me to even think about being inside her.

But her pleasure is paramount, and once my aching dick is free, her own body almost fully naked, I work her nipples with my fingers, feeling her whole body shudder once I take her virginal nub back into the warm grip of my mouth.

“Dillon…” she whines, trembling so hard and sounding like she’s trying not to come just yet.

Not without my say so, as we’ve already agreed.

“You can come for me now, Becky. Fill my mouth with what’s mine inside,” I rasp, pushing my tongue as far as I can inside her as she grips my hair so hard it’s a pleasure to feel yet another intense sensation from her as my tongue hits a new pleasure zone deep within her.

She cries out, a violent rush of spasms quiver through her thighs and thick, heavy breasts.

Her whole body shivering with a powerful climax I have to grip her hips harder to stop her from flying off the countertop.

She grunts and moans, before finally laughing a little, and as her first real climax subsides, I feel her trembling for another reason.

She’s crying. But they’re not tears of pain or sorrow.

Tears of relief, of what I can tell is a lifetime’s with of pent up need and emotions finally released.

Let out, free now.

And in the only place, they belong forever. Here with me.

I move up her body with my hands first, then my mouth. Kissing each part of her sacred center until my mouth covers hers, letting her taste how good she tastes.

How fucking perfect she is.

She sniffs a little and apologizes as I hold her close to me, warming her body with my own heat.

My intense arousal like a flaming beacon.

“Never apologize to me for being perfect, Becky. It’s what you need, and if you’re emotional, that’s okay,” I tell her.

“But if it’s something I do or say, tell me.” I remind her, feeling puzzled by her see-saw emotions when she smiles again, looking down and cradling the large head of my manhood in cupped hands.

A generous pool of my own juices is all she needs to start working it slowly from head to hilt, gasping again and again about its size. It’s hardness.

“And what about your turn?” she coos, gnawing her lip again, cocking a brow, gasping as I grunt. Pulsing harder in her hands as mine trace the faint veins on her heavy breasts. Begging to be played with.

“I said. I can. Only. Come inside you,” I stammer, feeling my head roll back and my jaw tighten. Her small hands griping me harder and harder.

My balls rising up with my own need for release.

“How ‘bout coming on these first?” she asks, pouting with puppy dog eyes as she squeezes my length between her perfect breasts.

Kissing the tip of my cock and smacking her lips as she enjoys the taste of what I know I could give her all day.

“You’re just so big Dillon,” she coos, working my rod with her tits now as I brush her hair back, wanting to see more of them. More of her wrapped around every one of my ten inches.

“I think it’ll pop before you could even get inside me anyway.” She groans her own fresh arousal from feeling my cock in her chest taking over both of us once I let out another grinding moan of pleasure.

Hell, she’s mine. I can fill her full of my seed forever, and like she says I’ll need to work her sleek valley some more before I can even…

“Uh. Fuck. Yes. Becky...”

Cheeky girl.

She’s bobbed her whole mouth over as much as she can take. Pumping the rest of my cock to what I already know is going to be an explosive release.

“On my tits. On my tits,” she begs me, her voice rising to a whine as she grips me harder.

Smiling wide as she sees the reward for her efforts, astonished.

The first deep moan is followed by a thick bead running down my shaft.

But as my climax extends, I watch and growl with satisfaction as each thick nipple, breast and even her face and hair is laced with heavy ropes of my heat.

“Oh… Oh. Dillon…” she purrs, slowing her pumping, rubbing my seed all over and into the smooth skin of her chest.

Running my thumb across her chin. Letting her taste a little of what she’s wearing right now I feel myself back at full attention in less than a minute.

I could suck and fuck my girl all day, and all night and still have change left over.

“Mine,” I remind her, bending down and kissing the top of her head, proud when I taste a little more of myself that’s in her hair.

The rest of her in the air between us.

All mine.