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Story: Her Protector on Route 14
He’s taking his time, constantly checking in with little glances, soft touches, like he’s trying to memorize every reaction. But I’m already right there, burning for him.
When he gently parts my thighs, his eyes lift to meet mine. Deep, stunning blue. And just like that, I’m falling into them, breath caught in my throat.
“Please,” I whisper, desperate. “I want you. I want you.”
I don’t even know if I’m saying the right thing, if there’s something more he needs to hear. I just know I needhim.
Now.
Tanner glances down at my pussy as he spreads my thigh wider, kissing along the inside of my leg. His breath racesagainst my skin, then he licks to my pussy lips and pauses. “If you want me to stop just say it.”
“I promise,” I moan. “I want to touch you, I want to use my mouth on you, I want to please you and ... and I want you to do the same.”
“You’re first,” he says, then licks across my clit. I gasp and push myself up to watch him. His eyes meet mine and he nods as his lips part, and he sucks my clit. “Keep talking to me, darling. That’s in the rules.”
I tell him over and over how good he feels, I beg him for his fingers since I feel so empty. I know I can take him. I’ve masturbated plenty, I’ve used toys, I want him to have this first. I want him to want me just as much as I crave him.
He works one finger into me and curls it so perfectly that my eyes threaten to roll back. I try to hide my moan, but feel him pulling away and shake my head. “More, please, please.”
“Good girl,” he praises.
The low rumble of his voice is almost as hot as him adding a second finger just like I want. I lose myself in him, the pleasure he gifts me with his mouth and his fingers over and over. I chant his name, reach out for him until he laces his fingers with mine. My hips buck against his mouth and when he adds a third finger it pushes me over the edge.
I’m sure it’s too fast, but I can’t make myself care. Tanner kisses my belly and lays next to me, turning my chin for a kiss. “Still want more?”
I nod and feel the need to prove it. I roll and kiss across his chest. He makes a low sound and helps me get off his jeans and boxers so his cock springs up. I blink a few times. He’s so much bigger than the toys I’ve used before.
Tanner slowly guides my hand to his shaft and wraps my hand around him. I slowly stroke all the way to the head of his cock and back down. “Are you still sure?”
I kiss his chest again. “Yes, Tanner. I just ...” I need help which sounds pitiful to admit. I swallow and move down his body, trailing soft kisses, but once I’m kneeling by his hip, I just stare. I’ve seen porn, I know what to do, but I don’t know what he likes. “Will you ..”
“See what you like first, then I’ll guide you,” he encourages.
I lick over the shaft, circle my tongue around the head and use his moans to guide me. I don’t know where to look, but Tanner fixes that, telling me to keep my eyes on him. I spread my lips around the head of his cock and sink down as deep as I can. It’s awkward and I feel like I’m doing something wrong, but his belly tenses and he grips the bed.
“Fuck, just like that. Do it again, Holly, nice and slow. Use your tongue too,” he encourages.
I take my time, just like he said and keep my eyes on him, even when I try to get him down my throat to fit every inch and gag. He strokes my cheek and nods. “You don’t have to go that deep, you can use your hand. As long as you’re touching me I’m enjoying it. You’re doing so well.”
The mix of praise and guidance, not to mention his moans, has me eager to keep going. I pick up the pace until he suddenly grips my hair and rolls me over to kiss me hungrily. “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s ... that’s what I’m supposed to do,” I argue.
“Not before I please you again,” he argues, groping the bed for something until he reveals a condom. He rolls it on and pullsme down the bed towards him. He grinds against me, making me tremble, then strokes my thigh. “Still a yes?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you like, tell me what you want, all of it,” he says as he gently eases into me. I whimper and he pauses, then grabs a pillow and slides it under me. He rubs my clit, licks and kisses my breasts, devotes himself fully to my pleasure. “Fucking hell, Holly. You are so tight… you’re making me lose my mind.”
It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought. I don’t know if it’s the angle, the way he’s touching me, but I feel full, pleasantly, perfectly. He draws back and thrusts again, deeper. Over and over until I can’t help but moan his name and beg him for more.
“Yes, Tanner. Yes!” I pant.
He kisses me hungrily and finally gives me every inch. I hold onto him, pant in his ear, rock my hips against his. I want to please him, but I’m so lost in the ecstasy he’s pounding into me that I can’t think straight. Tanner pants in my ear. “You’re better than just right, Holly. You’re perfect. Keep being loud for me.”
His mix of praise and long, lingering touches push me over the edge. I come for him and after a few more thrusts he does the same. Tanner nuzzles my neck and presses a soft kiss there before sucking my bottom lip.
I’m languid, limp, sated, and utterly exhausted. I still offer him a smile when he draws back. He strokes my cheek and kisses me again. “How do you feel?”
When he gently parts my thighs, his eyes lift to meet mine. Deep, stunning blue. And just like that, I’m falling into them, breath caught in my throat.
“Please,” I whisper, desperate. “I want you. I want you.”
I don’t even know if I’m saying the right thing, if there’s something more he needs to hear. I just know I needhim.
Now.
Tanner glances down at my pussy as he spreads my thigh wider, kissing along the inside of my leg. His breath racesagainst my skin, then he licks to my pussy lips and pauses. “If you want me to stop just say it.”
“I promise,” I moan. “I want to touch you, I want to use my mouth on you, I want to please you and ... and I want you to do the same.”
“You’re first,” he says, then licks across my clit. I gasp and push myself up to watch him. His eyes meet mine and he nods as his lips part, and he sucks my clit. “Keep talking to me, darling. That’s in the rules.”
I tell him over and over how good he feels, I beg him for his fingers since I feel so empty. I know I can take him. I’ve masturbated plenty, I’ve used toys, I want him to have this first. I want him to want me just as much as I crave him.
He works one finger into me and curls it so perfectly that my eyes threaten to roll back. I try to hide my moan, but feel him pulling away and shake my head. “More, please, please.”
“Good girl,” he praises.
The low rumble of his voice is almost as hot as him adding a second finger just like I want. I lose myself in him, the pleasure he gifts me with his mouth and his fingers over and over. I chant his name, reach out for him until he laces his fingers with mine. My hips buck against his mouth and when he adds a third finger it pushes me over the edge.
I’m sure it’s too fast, but I can’t make myself care. Tanner kisses my belly and lays next to me, turning my chin for a kiss. “Still want more?”
I nod and feel the need to prove it. I roll and kiss across his chest. He makes a low sound and helps me get off his jeans and boxers so his cock springs up. I blink a few times. He’s so much bigger than the toys I’ve used before.
Tanner slowly guides my hand to his shaft and wraps my hand around him. I slowly stroke all the way to the head of his cock and back down. “Are you still sure?”
I kiss his chest again. “Yes, Tanner. I just ...” I need help which sounds pitiful to admit. I swallow and move down his body, trailing soft kisses, but once I’m kneeling by his hip, I just stare. I’ve seen porn, I know what to do, but I don’t know what he likes. “Will you ..”
“See what you like first, then I’ll guide you,” he encourages.
I lick over the shaft, circle my tongue around the head and use his moans to guide me. I don’t know where to look, but Tanner fixes that, telling me to keep my eyes on him. I spread my lips around the head of his cock and sink down as deep as I can. It’s awkward and I feel like I’m doing something wrong, but his belly tenses and he grips the bed.
“Fuck, just like that. Do it again, Holly, nice and slow. Use your tongue too,” he encourages.
I take my time, just like he said and keep my eyes on him, even when I try to get him down my throat to fit every inch and gag. He strokes my cheek and nods. “You don’t have to go that deep, you can use your hand. As long as you’re touching me I’m enjoying it. You’re doing so well.”
The mix of praise and guidance, not to mention his moans, has me eager to keep going. I pick up the pace until he suddenly grips my hair and rolls me over to kiss me hungrily. “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s ... that’s what I’m supposed to do,” I argue.
“Not before I please you again,” he argues, groping the bed for something until he reveals a condom. He rolls it on and pullsme down the bed towards him. He grinds against me, making me tremble, then strokes my thigh. “Still a yes?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you like, tell me what you want, all of it,” he says as he gently eases into me. I whimper and he pauses, then grabs a pillow and slides it under me. He rubs my clit, licks and kisses my breasts, devotes himself fully to my pleasure. “Fucking hell, Holly. You are so tight… you’re making me lose my mind.”
It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought. I don’t know if it’s the angle, the way he’s touching me, but I feel full, pleasantly, perfectly. He draws back and thrusts again, deeper. Over and over until I can’t help but moan his name and beg him for more.
“Yes, Tanner. Yes!” I pant.
He kisses me hungrily and finally gives me every inch. I hold onto him, pant in his ear, rock my hips against his. I want to please him, but I’m so lost in the ecstasy he’s pounding into me that I can’t think straight. Tanner pants in my ear. “You’re better than just right, Holly. You’re perfect. Keep being loud for me.”
His mix of praise and long, lingering touches push me over the edge. I come for him and after a few more thrusts he does the same. Tanner nuzzles my neck and presses a soft kiss there before sucking my bottom lip.
I’m languid, limp, sated, and utterly exhausted. I still offer him a smile when he draws back. He strokes my cheek and kisses me again. “How do you feel?”