Page 25 of Protecting Player #73 (Portland, Settlers #1 | Gridiron Warriors)

Brea

“ M mmm.” The moan breaks free as my new husband's hands roam my breasts, squeezing and massaging the tender globes as we relax in the jetted tub. Warm water loosens my aching, unused muscles as candlelight flickers from the counters. “That feels divine.”

“So do you,” T.K. whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I bite my lip and reach behind my back to grip his painful erection, stroking it gently with the same pressure as his hands on my tits. “Tighter,” he grunts.

Twisting out of his embrace, I turn on my knees to face him. He spreads his legs, bubbles gurgling from the spurts of water, and he reclines in the tub, placing his hands on either side with a fierce grip.

“I haven’t had a proper taste yet.”

His hips shift and lift out of the water so he’s fully exposed. “He’s all yours, pup.” The slick grin on his face is filled with anticipation and eagerness.

“How long until you have to leave?”

The team isn’t making any exceptions for T.K. today regarding their rule for traveling together unless there’s an illness. I don’t mind; it makes our time together all the sweeter.

“We’ve got two hours before I have to be out the door.” And he’s being generous.

“So, enough time for me to eat you up and get in a good, hard fucking.” My husband drops his head back and grunts as I lower my mouth, flicking my tongue across the tip and humming as I swallow down the pearly liquid dripping out for me.

“More,” I whisper, my warm breath tickling the head as he tries to concede control to me.

“Pup, don’t fucking tease me like that. Swallow that cock.

He was made for you.” There’s a bawdiness to his tone, so I can’t help but be a cock tease.

Wrapping my lips around the mushroom head, I flutter back and forth across the slit before sucking mercilessly while stroking the stalk with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

When a hand rests on the top of my head, the weight heavy but the touch light, I nip the spongy knob.

He hisses and pumps his hips while gripping my hair tightly.

“Don’t make checks you aren’t prepared to cash, wife.

” Our eyes meet, and I swallow hard. That look is intimidating and filled with dark promises I might not be ready for.

Lowering my mouth, I slowly suck him to the back of my throat, pushing past my limits, trying to make more room for him. T.K. is a well-endowed man, and I’m still not sure how he fit inside me.

“Ah, yeah, baby, lick me up and down.” He hisses when my teeth scrape along his length.

“Uh-huh, pup, you keep it up. I like a little pain with my wife’s mouth wrapped around my cock.

” Sealing my lips around him, I bob faster as I suck up and down, taking him as deep as possible and swallowing each time.

“Shit. Fuck. You’re going to make me come too soon. ”

Both of his hands are in my hair now as he moves with my mouth until his balls shrink up into his body, and he smashes my face to his pelvis before exploding in my mouth.

I choke a little before I’m able to drink him down.

The more he moans, the more determined I become to take everything he gives me.

I don’t immediately release him. Instead, I lick and kiss as much as I can before he tries to pull me off.

“Pup,” he growls, “enough.” Ignoring him, I continue sucking him off until he gets hard again.

I nip the tip when he tries to pull back, and he swears louder, shouting my name, nearly begging me to stop.

He tugs on my hair until it hurts, but I don’t give in; rather, I meet his stare and fight to win this power struggle before he finally releases me and allows me to do as I please.

Once he’s hard as a brick again, I bite the tip until he shouts, and spinning around, I present him with my ass and the plug he snuck in there while I was sleeping.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, lathering up his dick with a bottle of lube he’s had to use a few times overnight because I’m so small compared to him. “Your ass is going to look so good with my cock shoved up there nice and deep.”

A mix of anticipation and fear triggers goosebumps on my skin as he strokes his dick a few times, tugging on his balls and pinching the tip so he doesn’t come too soon.

He told me he only wanted to prep me for anal, that it would be a few weeks before he fucked me dirty, but I want it now.

I want everything with T.K., and I won’t feel complete until I’ve had him everywhere inside me.

Tapping the plug with his knuckle, he chuckles when I gasp. The feeling is still foreign, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be used to it, but the pleasure on my husband’s face is enough for me to challenge my fears, because I want anything he desires.

“Hold on tight because I’m not about to be gentle after your sassy ass ignoring me.”

His tongue touches my rear, licking each cheek before biting hard enough to leave an imprint.

The sensation is far more erotic than I expected.

Grabbing one cheek with his hand, I feel his other fingers on the stem of the plug gently push in and out, creating pressure to prepare for his intrusion.

That’s one thing I genuinely love about T.K.

He’ll always protect me, even when leveling his own threats.

With a slow withdrawal of the plug, I grit my teeth and close my eyes when his thick tip pushes against the muscle that would rather keep him out. “Relax, pup, I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice strains. He doesn’t wish to cause me pain, but it’s hard for him to hold back.

Doing as he said, I focus on my breathing while his hands caress my back, massaging the tenseness out of me until I’m languid in his hold.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, kissing the side of my neck as he pumps in and out of me, taking his time and allowing me to grow accustomed to his invasion.

“How does it feel, pup?”

“Pressure.” I grind my teeth. “Burning.” My hips rock back into him. “God, why does it feel so good?” T.K. grunts when I take him all the way. “You shouldn’t fit. I should be screaming bloody murder right now.” A whimper escapes when he begins to move.

“Breathe and focus on the pleasure.” His hand circles around my waist, pinching my clit before pushing two fingers into my pussy. “Fucking tight. Can you take more?” I must nod because he adds another digit before he starts moving in tandem with his fingers.

It’s overwhelming, and exhausting, and my god, so damn good. “Tell me”–he snaps his teeth next to my ear–“Do you like it, pup?”

“Yessss.” A guttural moan releases from somewhere deep inside me. “More,” I pant repeatedly, needing something to ignite the explosion mounting in my core.

“Fuck yeah, pup, tighten up for me. Make me work for it.” Tears leak as I drop my head, trying to hold on and let go all at once.

“Come on, wife, give me what I need.” His other hand joins the first and rubs at my clit as he adds a fourth finger to my pussy.

I’m so full, so sore. So enjoying what he’s doing to my body.

“Oh god, Tate, please, let me come.” I’m crying now. It’s too much. The pleasure, the pain, the entire experience is more than I believed I could handle, and I’m not sure I’m prepared for how hard my body’s about to blow.

“Oh fuck, just a little longer, pup. Hold on for me.”

His finger grazes a spot inside my channel, and I detonate, nearly bucking him off as my pussy gushes more liquid than should be possible.

My vision has gone white, and my head is spinning when I feel T.K.

let loose his own release. Filling my back hole until it leaks out, and just when I thought there was nothing else, he pinches my clit, forcing a second or third orgasm that steals my consciousness.

Thank god he’s holding me, or I’d dive face-first into the water and drown in the best way possible.

“Don’t pass out on me, pup.” His words follow me under, as the last thing I feel is his lips tenderly kissing my temple.