Page 10 of Protecting Player #73 (Portland, Settlers #1 | Gridiron Warriors)

T.K

I can still taste her succulent juices on my tongue, feel my fingers in her constrictive heat.

Brea is far more addictive than I ever could have imagined.

The cute sounds of her breath catching and the way she trapped her moans in her throat so as not to be heard made me want to be so much rougher with her.

I wanted everyone to know what I was doing to her.

Keeping my hands to myself as we pull up to her quaint little cottage-style house tests my will.

Without a word, I shut off the vehicle and get out.

As I circle the hood of my car, my gaze remains locked with Brea’s.

She’s shy but bold, and the combination makes my dick throb.

I recite team statistics in my head as I slow my pace and approach her side.

It helps until the door opens and her hand is in mine.

Pulling her into my chest, there’s no hesitation as I lower my head and steal a kiss.

My tongue flicks across her lips until she opens for me, and I explore her mouth.

Picking her up, my hands glide under her dress and cling to her ass cheeks.

Digging into her flesh, I rub her up and down my body as her fingers rake through my hair.

Dragging my lips across her jaw, Brea’s head drops back on a breathy moan. “Invite me inside,” I demand. I need to see her, to have a better taste of her body, even if I can’t fuck her yet.

Glancing up, her eyes meet mine, and they’re filled with desire and a hint of hesitation. “No penetration.”

Christ, I love how resolute she is.

“Just my mouth, pup. I need a taste. I need to feel you come across my face, for your sweet nectar to slide down my throat.”

She offers me a sweet smile before nodding, catapulting my heart into overdrive as I carry her to the front door.

Her back hits the solid panel, and I home in on her neck, sucking and biting as she writhes in my hold. She tugs on my hair as my hand glides up her body, gripping her breast, and I kiss along her throat.

Brea moans long and loud when I pluck at her nipple while rubbing my aching cock against her heated pussy.

“Fuck, I need that cunt, pup. Tell me I can have it.” I’m pushing it, I know, but I can’t fucking help it. This woman is beyond intoxicating.

“No,” she gasps as I suck her nipple through her dress. “You promised your mouth.”

I groan when my balls contract between my legs. She’s about to kill me with all this teasing. It’s my own damn fault, too. I should be flying us to Vegas for a quickie wedding to knock her up sooner rather than later.

Before I can respond, the door opens behind Brea’s back, and we damn near fall inside the house. “Brea?” The sound of a man’s voice sets me on edge.

Her eyes widen. “Thor.” She’s horrified, and I nearly snap on the man for existing in her space.

“What the hell is this?” her roommate barks like he’s got some kind of hold on her. I don’t like this asshole already, and his attitude doesn’t help his case.

Slowly, I let Brea slide down my body, keeping my hands on her as I meet Thor’s frosty gaze and say, “No need to be ignorant with her.” I clench at the feeling of her hand on my stomach. It’s a clear signal that she’s with me.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be pawing at her like some teenage boy with no class,” he mouths off.

Sneering at the man, I whisper in Brea’s ear, “I’ll meet you in your room.” She glances between us before muttering a gentle “be nice”, then taking off.

I wait until her door closes before shutting the front door and flipping the lock, making it clear that I’m going nowhere. I also toe my shoes off for good measure. “Listen, I realize you're Brea’s friend–”

“Best friend,” he interrupts, defensively crossing his arms.

I take in his stance, then sigh and shake my head. “Right. Best friend–”

“She tells me everything.” Again, with the bullshit interrupting. “I know more about her than anyone else in her life.” That, I fucking doubt.

“This isn’t a fucking pissing contest, Thor. I’m here. I’m in her life. And I won’t be going anywhere. You don’t fucking scare me, and just as soon as I can manage, Brea will be moving in with me. You’ll learn to speak to her with respect, or you’re out of her fucking life.”

I walk away, having nothing else to say, but he mutters behind me. I don’t care to know what he’s saying as I find Brea’s room.

The scene before me blows my mind as I close the door and shove her vanity chair under the knob, not thrilled that she doesn’t have a lock on the door.

“Everything okay?” she hesitates to ask, fisting her hands on her thighs and chewing at her lip.

“Yeah. Fine.” The words strain through a clasped throat as my eyes land on her bare pussy. Damn, this woman has me in a clutch.

Her long, blonde, wavy hair, with those thin braids woven with fabric, cascades down her body. Nipples peek through the strands, pointed and needy. Her pussy is neatly shaved, with just the slightest amount of hair above her swollen clit, trying to escape its protective hood.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Her knees spread wider, pussy glistening with her tangy juices, just begging for me to clean her up.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is, pup.”

Like the good girl she is, Brea relaxes, flipping her hands over while spreading her legs as wide as possible and ducking her chin to her chest. She gives me her complete submission, and I wonder where the fuck she learned this, but that’s a question for another day because all I want to do is eat her up.

Reaching for the back of my neck, I grip my shirt and tug it off in one pull, dropping it to the ground before whipping my belt out of my jeans and placing it on the bed in front of her. Her alarmed eyes meet mine, and I say, “We’ll be using that.”

She swallows nervously but remains relaxed, waiting for my direction.

Releasing the button and zipper on my jeans, I reach forward to touch her lightly, brushing my finger down the center of her chest and circling her belly button. Brea shivers and pushes forward, silently pleading for more.

“On your back.” Any hesitation is short-lived before she follows my command. “Legs up.” Confusion dips her brows, but she obeys. “Give me your arms.” Her response is immediate. I band her wrists around her legs with my belt and tug once I’ve gotten her secured.

“T.K.?” Her voice carries a hint of fear mingled with intrigue. “No penetration, right?”

Distracted by her mesmerizing pussy, I clear my throat before meeting her questioning eyes. “No penetration, pup. I’ll wait until you’re my wife. Even if it kills me.”

Her smile lights up her face, reassuring me that I’m doing this right. She just might allow me to do all kinds of filthy things to her body in the interim.

Grasping the back of each thigh, my fingers splay out and push her legs back as I lean down and kiss on either side of her pussy lips.

Spread wide open for me, I take all of her in, infuse her scent through my blood as I inhale deeply.

Flicking out my tongue, I graze across her swollen lips, causing Brea’s breath to catch.

She can’t see me, only feel my movements as I keep her guessing.

My thumbs spread her labia open, and I flatten my tongue against her heated flesh, slowly dragging it up, then dipping the tip into her pulsing hole before flicking it across her hidden clit.

“Fucking delicious,” I groan, unable to pull back.

I want more. Need more. Fucking crave more.

My dick painfully throbs with the urgency to slam inside her tightness.

Wrapping my lips around her sensitive pearl, I suckle on it lightly as I slip a finger into her channel to the first knuckle.

She tenses until realizing that I’m not pushing any farther.

Damn, this girl is protective of that hymen, and I’m half in love with her because of it.

Saving herself for me is something rare. Something special.

“Relax, pup. Let me please you.”

She sighs but eventually does, finally trusting that I’ll only give her what she’s agreed to. So I spend the next few hours devouring her pussy, taking her to the edge and back until she curses at me to let her come. And come she does.

When she starts begging for a break, I take the opportunity to finally release myself from my pants, where I’ve come twice just from enjoying Brea’s body.

A couple of quick strokes, and I shoot off again.

This time, pushing the very tip into her pussy and unloading a torrent of cum.

I cross my fingers that it soaks up into her womb.

Her eyes widen as she watches me, but in them, I recognize her desire for me to push forward, almost like a dare. But I don’t. Keeping my promise to her is the most important thing about tonight.

Once depleted, I don’t move. My dick plugs her up so nothing leaks out until I’m ready.

“You said...,” she whispers, but doesn’t finish.

I rub my hands up and down the front of her thighs, then kiss her ankle. “Your cherry is still intact, pup, but I needed to load you up.”

“Yeah, but…” She’s lost for words.

“I’m wifing you up as soon as I can. If we make a baby, all the more reason for you to be more agreeable with me.” My shit eating grin doesn’t impress her as she narrows a nasty glare at me.

“I’m on the pill,” she snaps.

I shrug, giving zero fucks. No medication will stop me from achieving my goal.