My Protector by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Nineteen

Dillon

I’ve never really kissed her, not until now.

True to my word, it’s only because once I start I’ll never stop.

Like holding her hand in public or finishing anyone who even looks twice at her? Once I’ve claimed her she’s mine forever.

For keeps.

“Fuck me, Dillon,” she begs, her pleading eyes and grasping hands telling me everything she needs once we’ve stripped and I hover over her.

I feel my own needs rise up, but need to remind her.

“It’s not just fucking, Becky. It’s who you are now… to me,” I tell her, finally kissing her in a way that shows how much I love her.

Because that’s what this is.

All the macho. All the protection. All the possessiveness. Fuck… It’s because I fucking love her and now I get to show it even if I can’t say it just yet.

She gives a knowing look after we each take a needed breath.

“I know it’s more than that,” she pants. “And I want more than just that word… But.”

Her hands grip my hardness, bring it straight to her sex as I hover over her.

It’s her time, I can sense it more than ever too. Something about right now, needing to be inside her and filling her with our baby.

No more talk, it’s time for action.

Fuck, she’s tight alright.

Before I even get an inch inside her I can feel the pressure of her virginal pussy as it kisses the tip of my throbbing cock.

Her essence pouring from her and making me growl with satisfaction as she gasps louder. Her eyes widening as I start to fill her with my length.

I’m being gentle, slow. This is more of a turn on than I thought, making me harder by the second but I know I have to keep things under control until I’m fully inside her.

Her hands shift from my shaft to my rear, one gripping my hip as her other buries itself in my ass.

I smile at her, knowing it’ll leave more than just a mark.

More than the mark I know she’ll leave on our sheets once we’re done.

“Oh fuck… Dillon,” she cries out, and we both feel the intense pressure of her virginity give way.

I ease in a little further, halfway but she’s already a woman now.

My woman.

Mine.

I feel my arms tense, her hands moving up them down, gripping me still but relaxing as I finally manage to fill her balls deep.

Both of us moaning so loud I’m sure I hear the windows shake.

“Dillon,” she groans, and I growl her name right back to her, slowly starting to work myself inside her.

The tightness of her sweet hole gripping my cock, flexing and quivering in time with each of her short gasps.

“Mmm. Becky. You’re mine now. And yes, I give you permission to come on my cock anytime you like,” I instruct her.

Those magic hips starting to grind against mine as she lifts herself slightly.

The rhythm of ourselves finally joined only just starting. Canceling out any worry I might have had about coming too soon.

I’m inside her now, and anything I give her is gonna give us both what I know we both want from now on.

A family.

It isn’t long before I have a grip on those hips, her legs over my shoulders as I fill her, stroke after magnificent stroke.

We’re both grunting and groaning like wounded wild animals, healing ourselves with each pump and thrust.

Her soft curves molding into my own body perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle that can only fit one way, like this.

“I want you to come deep inside me, Dillon.” Her moans, echoing my own thoughts as I marvel at the smooth creaminess of her body under me.

Her hips grinding into mine, making me growl with that happiness I thought I’d never know in this life.

Upright and dressed, Becky’s a ten.

On her back and naked with my cock balls deep inside her, that thick chest and plate sized nipples bouncing in time with her hair? She’s an eleven. No, a twelve.

Perfection.

“I’m going to,” I tell her. “But I want to feel that little pussy of yours cream all over my cock,” I add. Feeling myself gasping now, the heights of pleasure almost overwhelming me.

I can feel her own arousal around mine, already at a boiling point.

“Ugh, Dillon,” she cries out, biting her lip and gripping my arms even tighter, leaving a mark from her nails to match the ones on my ass.

“Harder,” she pants, pulling me deeper inside her and letting me feel just how well we match inside as well as out.

I increase my tempo, filling her and feeling her. My hands gripping her fine ass now, a new tightness under my grip once I feel my fingertip slip into her sweet forbidden hole.

She moans again louder, bucking harder into me and my new discovery.

The thickness of me inside her and now her sweet little hole quivering on my finger as I work it, both of us feeling the magic effect.

“Dillon,” she moans, swearing under her shivering breath.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop… fuck me harder…fuck…I’m gonna. Gonna—”

She doesn’t have to say it. I can feel how close she is. The kind of release I know means she’s gonna cream all over my cock, I can already feel my balls rising up.

But she’s trying to keep her promise.

Only coming when I say so. I won’t deny her anything, now that she’s mine she can come whenever and how much she likes as long as I’m inside her.

I tell her so, growling the words in her ear, feeling myself thickening inside her, my own release unavoidable when she looks so fucking hot.

She whines, then grunts. Her whole body already shuddering. Her eyes glazing over as she starts to come for me.

Damn. I could watch her make that face all day. In fact, I plan to.

My own face changes too and gripping her harder as I look into her eyes, not wanting to miss this moment for anything.

Each of us saying the other’s name, I feel her climax drawing my own from me.

She comes hard.

As hard as I know I’ve fallen once I feel my own powerful rush mixing with hers.

Mindful of how tight I’m squeezing her so I don’t hurt her, I grin as I feel her gripping me inside and out with a strength that only a full body orgasm can bring.

Easing my finger out of her but keeping the rest of me deep inside her, we both enjoy the little aftershocks of such a powerful climax. A warm hazy smile playing on her lips.

“Holy fuck,” she wheezes, her whole body jerking and twitching still, making me smile.

The house, money. Everything. It’s hers but I want this to be the only thing I can really give her.

Because I know how much it means.

The hazy look in her eye has turned to a knowing one, and I feel it too.

I know I’ve just planted the first seed that will grow to be the beginnings of our family.

Something I’ve never had and get the strong feeling Becky’s never really known either.

A family of our own is what we’ve both silently craved our whole lives.

Today we’ve made it happen. I can’t explain how, but we both know it. We both just feel it with me still so hard and warm inside her.

“I love you, Dillon,” she whispers, stroking my hair and relaxing her body under mine, not minding most of my weight is still on her.

I should be able to say it back because it’s true.

For some reason, I just can’t. Not right now.

The business at the club, claiming her and knowing we’ve just made a baby, I feel…

Fuck. I know exactly how I feel but I’ve never been in this situation. Never been able to voice my own feelings because I didn’t know I actually had any until I met Becky.

“I… I know you do,” I tell her, kissing her hard and running my hands over as much of her body as I can.

Can’t say it, yet, but I can show it.

She doesn’t seem to mind me not saying it back, but I know there’s a part of her that needs to hear the words, not just be on the receiving end of the actions.

Maybe a bit like her virgin problem, my own emotions are gonna take some time for me to give them a voice where they count the most.

She pulls me in closer, purring like the cat who’s had the cream.

That same cream between her legs now, and something she’ll remember forever.

I want to keep the blood-spotted sheets.

I’d hang it with pride like a flag over my desk if I could, but we don’t live in that world anymore.

Pity.

I’ll treasure them just the same, along with the memory of today which is burned into my memory.

Claiming my woman properly, and knowing we’re on the way to what we both want.

A real family.