My Protector by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Four

Dillon

I’m used to the stares out in public.

It’s not every day a giant built like me walks past average sized folks.

But with a raging hard on as well?

Guess I should cover up my bulge, keep it G-rated or I’ll attract more than wide-eyed looks from old ladies and the odd wink from slightly built men.

I don’t need the cops in my life right now, so I hustle to my truck instead of taking the walk I need.

I can’t get her images out of my mind.

Becky.

Her name’s like a bell, chiming with each fresh memory of her thick tits, those hard nipples.

And, oh god—

I’ve hustled to my truck alright, but instead of keeping it decent, I’m thrashing my cock and groaning her name. Growling into the dashboard how I’m gonna fuck her until she creams all over my fat dick.

I’ve upped public nuisance charges, walking around with a thick cock about to spring out of my pants to whatever jacking off in your truck is called.

I call it something I have to do right now so my balls don’t explode in my fucking pants when I go back to work tonight.

I’ve never been so hard.

Not since… well, ever.

The thought of her. Her name rolling in my mind as I use one hand to spread the precome around the swollen head of my dick, my other firmly gripping the base.

I tilt my own head back in my seat, determined to do the best I can at imagining this is how good she’d feel riding me. But I know it’s pointless.

There’s no way I could even begin to do justice to how perfect she is with my hand.

Two hands, I grip myself so tight, grinding my jaw and growling. Telling the empty truck how bad I need her juices running down my length.

How I want to taste her tits as I fuck her, holding her fine round ass with both hands, pumping her until she can’t hold it a second longer.

Filling her until I—

The heavy knock on my truck window breaks the spell.

It’s not a knuckle or a flat palm either.

It’s a nightstick knock.

The kind of tap a cop gives you in fair warning.

My windows are tinted dark, but my windshield isn’t.

With one hand still on my engorged member, I feel it twitch once, about to come as the hot lava inside me surges up, eager to fill my Becky but threatening to paint the inside of my truck in front of a cop instead.

“Not here ya don’t,” is all he says, shaking his head with a wry smile.

An older cop with aviators on, chewing gum at one side of his mouth. The cynical look of seen it all before written across his features.

I twitch again, and a heavy line of milky precome escapes, feeling as close as I’ve ever to coming without actually doing it.

The cop waits for me to stop and then I clumsily put as much of my ten inches back into my pants as I can before he seems satisfied I’m not a public threat anymore.

Wagging a finger he reminds me to save it for when I’m home.

But I’m already vowing to save it for Becky. All of it if I can.

But that means I’ll need to breed her soon.

No fucking way can I walk around let alone earn a living with this god damned meat pole between my legs.

She needs it inside her, I know she does. I could sense how ready she is for a length.

My cock between her sweet little slit.

Problem is, I need to know she wants what I have on the menu.

Being twice her age probably doesn’t help. You should maybe do something about those gray hairs before you start courting a fucking perfect ten like Becky.

Realizing that I don’t even know if she’s single, I growl aloud again, this time balling a fist and bringing it down onto the steering wheel.

The thought of her with anyone else, anyone even looking at her makes me madder than not being able to fill her with my seed right now.

I watch the cop walk away, back down the side street I’m parked on.

I silently thank the man for stopping me. And for not arresting my horny ass on the spot.

All that I have for Becky could have just been wasted, apart from the fact I could’ve been hauled off to jail, giving me zero chance of doing what I know deep down I must.

She has to be mine. I need to breed her, plain and simple.

The thought would usually frighten me. Not that I’ve ever even had the thought, which is why it’s so important.

I know she’s the one. She’s the reason I’ve been solo all this time, working my tail off waiting for hers to brush up against me so we can be together.

The family I never had I’m carrying in my loins, and hers are ripe for filling with my seed. Filling her with my babies.

Her body was made for pleasure and for motherhood. Her body is the perfect match for my large frame, made for me to pound into her again and again.

Making her come so hard. Her reward for taking all of me, giving us both what we need so badly.

Can’t she fucking see that?

How can she big guy? You met her for like half a minute. Not everyone’s as forward thinking as you either.

It’ll be a few hours yet before my shift starts, most of the day’s still left really.

I have some stuff to do, but I can’t focus on any of it.

It’s Becky I need to be attending to, but before I can ensure our future together I need to get my old life back.

My business, my money, and my honor. I can’t support her and a family on a pittance, and there’s no way in hell she’ll be pulling beers for money much longer either.

She’s mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to give her the life she deserves. The life we both know is waiting for us and our kids on the other side of this mess.

* * *

I’ve never been nervous or on edgy before a job, not ever.

But walking into the unassuming looking front entrance of the club, a single steel door set into clean but faded brickwork in an alleyway, I feel my senses on alert.

My heart is pounding against my ribs, and not because of any trouble I might get into tonight. No.

It’s knowing I’ll have a whole evening and most of the night to be close to Becky fighting to focus on everything but her if I don’t want to scare her off by showing my true feelings too soon.

It’s messed up. Fucked up is what it is.

I need this job, to stay squeaky clean, with the probation board and avoid jail, but it’s the last place either Becky or I need to be right now.

I could support us both easily if I could just find a way to right the wrongs my shithead ex-best friend has somehow pinned on me.

Find a way to prove it was him all along, but how to get the time to do any of that, working the door at this place?

I only notice how tense I am once I step inside. The door I’ll be filling soon is unlocked, the club looking dimly lit but empty.

Early for even the keenest patrons but I’m earlier. Too early.

I only came so soon because of Becky.

Now there’s a truth if ever I’ve heard one.

The thought makes me smile to myself. My lip curling at one corner of my mouth.

I wouldn’t mind if she made me come fast, as long as I’m balls deep inside her and she’s giving as good as she gets.

The thought of her sweet pussy quivering around my thick rod makes my blood roar in my ears. My dick thickens in my black pants, hopefully, unnoticeable in the dim light, but if Becky does see?

All the better to fuck you with.

“You came early,” A familiar voice chimes, my head turning so fast I feel a near sprain I’m so eager to see her again.

I turn my body to face hers, those perfect tits of hers practically resting on the polished walnut bar.

Thick brass railings gleam in the soft light, catching in her deep blue eyes, dark with large pupils. Her face suddenly flushing pink.

Pink like the riverbed of her sodden pussy before I claim it with my stiff member, owning it until she begs me to stop.

I’m silent, which she mistakes for me being just like every other asshole she probably deals with, but she smiles anyway. It’s a warm smile but rehearsed.

I want to see her smile properly, truly happy for once. Not just playacting for minimum wage.

“You always come this early?” I ask, cocking a brow, figuring I may as well go with what I’d rather be doing to her and with her for the next ten hours.

“Mr. Sawyer wanted me to show you the ropes, so,” she says, and I picture those ropes.

Thick white ribbons of heat, painting that naked chest of hers after I’ve already filled her with so many they’d run down the inside of her creamy white thighs.

“Good thinking,” I almost groan aloud, adjusting the crown of my cock, hoping she’ll see after all but her eyes have moved away.

“How about I show you around first?” she offers, finally looking up after logging onto the service computer in front of her, her top teeth only just flicking free from the lower lip she’s been gnawing. I watch it flush red again as the white from her bite mark fades.

“I can’t wait to see,” I tell her, totally not giving a fuck about this job, probation, or this club anymore.

It’s her I want. I know it now. Not that I ever doubted it.

But seeing her again, watching her shy awkwardness mixed with the signals I can read from her perfect body?

It’s gonna be the hardest but best ten hours of my life.

I’ll find a way to get everything else back. My biggest challenge right now has shifted up a gear.

Stake my claim on Becky and fill her with my seed as soon as possible.