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I think about Cupcake and how she makes me finally feel alive. What will going on the run do to her? I’m afraid it will break her again. But in the end it doesn’t matter because I’ll do
whatever
is takes to protect her.

I drop the medallion back into the pouch and shove it in the desk before locking the drawer once again. Grabbing the gun, I check to make sure it’s loaded and slide it back into the holster. I don’t want her to pick up the scent of danger, so I shove it behind me in the waistband of my jeans, then shut everything down and lock up the office. I do a quick run through of the locks on all the doors and windows around the bar, then set the alarm.

Running up the stairs, I glance at my watch and realize that it’s been almost twenty minutes.
Damn, I was supposed to be upstairs in ten.
My bedroom door is ajar, so I slowly push it open. Upon finding the room empty, I look around in confusion. However, a small knot in my stomach unfurls in relief when I’m able to slip the gun from my pants and into the nightstand drawer.

The sheets on the bed are a twisted mess, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of vanilla that permeates them. When I spot the small indentation in the pillow from where her head lay last night, I think back to the nights when I used to wake to her screaming. She hasn’t had a nightmare since she started sleeping with me. She feels safe with me. She
is
safe with me.

Suddenly, I’m desperate to see her, to know she’s safe, to make sure she knows it too. I’m anxious to brand it in her mind—and on her body—who she belongs to.

When I feel as though I can’t wait any longer, I turn from the bed to leave the room and am almost brought to my knees by the vision standing in my doorway. She let her long, mahogany hair bounce with its natural curl as it flows around her shoulders and down her back. A black bra with white lace on it that holds up her luscious breasts until they are practically spilling out. My gaze moves down from her chest to her flat stomach, where the little rhinestone jewel winks at me, to the lacy, white garter belt encircling her hips and matching panties that peek out from underneath it. The garters hold up silky, white, thigh-high stockings that show off her never-ending legs.

My slow perusal of her body ends at her feet, where she is wearing sky-high silver heels. There’s a strap around her slim ankle, and a single strand of rhinestones crosses over her delicate toes. My cock is hard as stone, about to burst through my zipper.

She is fucking gorgeous. And she’s mine.

She lets me look my fill, and when my eyes return to hers, she smiles seductively before slowly walking towards me, her hips swaying.

“Like what you see?”

My voice doesn’t work at the moment, so I just let out a love sound of approval. Once she’s gotten close enough, I don’t give her time to play games. I reach out, grasping her waist, and slam her body up against mine. She licks her lips and I growl again, crashing my mouth down onto hers.

My kiss is hard, almost punishing in its intensity. We won’t be making love tonight. I’m too desperate for her. Tonight, I’m going to fuck her—hard. I’m going to bury my cock in her over and over until we both know she is completely mine. I can feel the same need in her through her frantic kisses.

“As much as I love this outfit, baby, it has to go.” I turn her and push back lightly so she tumbles down onto the bed, and then I follow until I’m covering her body.

The bra is a front clasp.
Thank fuck.
A twitch of my fingers has her breasts spill out into my waiting hands. I lick each pink nipple once and when I hear her sweet little whimper, I squeeze her tits and rock into her, letting her feel how much I want her. I lower my head and pull one hardened nipple into my mouth. I lick around it then give it a little nip before soothing it with my tongue. My hand on her other tit pinches and twists the nipple, then her back arches off the bed, she lets out a delicious moan. Her sounds are like air to me, and I breathe them in. I open my mouth wide and take in as much of her as I can fit, sucking hard and deep. Once her breast is marked as mine, I switch to the other and give it the same treatment.

I could feast on her tits all night, but I’m a man on a mission. I stand back up and remove her sexy-as-hell shoes before grabbing the waistband of the garter belt and panties, pulling them down in one swift move, removing everything, including the thigh highs. Naked, she’s even more spectacular than she was in the lingerie. Her dark hair is spread out around her head, her breasts bouncing from her erratic breathing, and her bare—
hell yeah—
pussy is glistening and oh so ready for my talented tongue.

I grab her under the ass and pull her to the edge of the bed. Then I bend each leg and set one foot on each side of her, opening her wide for me.

“Holy fuck. If only you could see what I see.” I don’t wait for her to respond. I just drop to my knees.

I don’t have the patience for teasing this time—I need to hear her screaming my name. So I immediately lick her deep from bottom to top, circle the swollen bud, and then suck it deep into my mouth. She moans in pleasure and her hands fist the blankets at her sides but I need more, I want her wild and writhing. Another long lick up then back down, where I plunge my tongue inside her. Lifting my head, I blow lightly on her heated clit.

“I want to hear you, baby.”

She whimpers.

Lick. Suck.

“Let me hear you.”

Lick. Suck.

She moans louder this time.

“That’s right, baby. I want to hear how much you want my mouth on you, in you.” I continue with the same pattern, but add a thrust of my tongue before it slides back up, giving her a small preview of the way my cock will be pounding into the heat of her pussy.

“More.” Her voice is so soft that I almost don’t hear her.

“What?”

“More!” she yells.

Hot damn.

I do what she asks and eat her out with more intensity. She lets go of the sheets and threads her fingers in my hair, holding me in place.

I am not fucking going anywhere.

Her hands are grasping tight and I feel the sting on my scalp, but it only turns me on even more.

I attack her pussy, keeping up a frantic pace. When she is thrashing on the bed, I finally pull her clit into my mouth and suck it. Hard. Then I hum a little and flick it with my tongue while sucking it down deep. Her body clenches, and her voice screaming my name washes over me, adding gasoline to the fire roaring inside me.

I work her continuously through another orgasm before I stop, then lick up all the excess honeyed sugar that is unique to her. As descend from the peak, I stand and quickly strip off my clothes before climbing on the bed and pushing her up high, where she can easily reach the headboard, and lift her hands to grasp on.

“Hold on, baby. Don’t let go.”

She doesn’t question me. Just does what I ask of her. Once she is gripping tight and spreads her legs wide, I run the tip of my tongue over her bare pussy, getting it wet with her juices.

“I’m not going to be gentle, Cupcake. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

She squirms and whimpers again but doesn’t disagree with me. I lean over and take her mouth in a deep, deep kiss. Then, after tearing my mouth away, I take each leg under her knees and bring them to her chest before slamming inside her so hard that the bed hits the wall. She’s squeezing me tight and I’m consumed by the feel of her, each thrust pounding the bed into the wall as our skin slaps together.

“You feel fucking amazing.” I grip her knees and shift to go a little deeper, thrust a little harder, a little faster. I’m not going to last. This feels unlike any other time with her. I feel her in every nerve ending, in every single pulse of my cock.

“Derek. Yes!”

“So.” Thrust “Fucking.” Thrust. “Incredible.”

“Yes!” Her screams are ripping from her throat and bouncing off the walls.

When I feel her pussy start to tighten, I know she’s almost there. I inch forward, pressing in even deeper, and then put my head down to suck a nipple into my mouth while moving one hand to her clit. I circle once. Then, with one deep thrust, I pinch her clit and she breaks apart. The sight of her coming is so fucking hot that I go off like a rocket.

“Fuck yes, baby!” I roar as my world blows apart. I’m absolutely shattered.

While I come down from my orgasm, I give a few more lazy thrusts to ride out the wave. Finally, I drop her legs to either side of her and collapse on top, keeping most of my weight on my forearms so that I don’t crush her. Then I bury my head in her neck and inhale the sweet aroma of her vanilla scent mixed with the smell of sex.

She lets go of the headboard and runs her fingers through my hair. “That was . . .” She doesn’t seem to have the words.

“I agree.”

When she giggles at my response, I want to lift up and soak in her beautiful smile, but I am utterly spent.

“You’re mine, baby. You know that, right?” I try to keep the insecurity out of my voice.

She continues to slowly massage my scalp as she whispers, “Yes, Derek. I’m yours.”

Somehow, I find the strength I need to raise my head and watch her eyes when she answers my next question.

“You know I’ll always protect you, right? No matter what. Whatever I have to do.”

Her eyes search mine and I know she is seeing some of my anxiety, but she doesn’t bring it up.

“I do, Derek. I know you will never let anything happen to me.”

I breathe a sigh of relief at her admission and drop my head once again to her neck. After another deep inhale, I roll onto my back, tightening my arms and taking her with me so that I stay buried in her. She lays her head on my chest and draws lazy little circles around my nipples.

“Thank you for such a wonderful surprise, Derek. Playing at that church was something I needed.” She puts her arms around me and gives a little squeeze. Then she returns her hands to my chest.

I feel myself stir inside her.
Well, damn.
Despite having come, I haven’t gone completely soft, and her wandering hands have my cock jumping to attention.

“You’re very welcome, baby. If this is the kind of reward I get, you can expect surprises like that often.” I feel her smile against my skin and my damn dick twitches again.

“Seems like you think I ought to thank you again.” She wiggles a little to let me know she’s aware of my growing arousal.

I reach down and grab her ass, holding her still. “If you want to be able to get out of bed tomorrow, I suggest you knock it off, Cupcake.”

I hear another soft giggle before she rocks into me. With a mind of their own, my hips rise to meet her. She’s not laughing anymore.

“Fuck, I need you again, baby.” I think about letting her ride me, but tonight, I need to be in control. I need to prove to her, and myself, that I’m strong enough, that I’m capable of protecting what’s mine. My hips piston up again, and she lets out a long, lusty moan.

“Fuck me, Derek.”

Her words light another frenzy in me. I pull out quickly and she whimpers in protest. But I swiftly flip her to her stomach and lift her hips in the air then thrust back into her.

“Yes, Derek!” She screams.

I grab her hips and speed up the pace, my desire for her quickly spiraling out of control.

“I could live in your pussy, baby.” I’ve learned that talking dirty to her sets her off, making her wild, and I’m not disappointed. She throws her head back in ecstasy and shoves her ass back to meet my rough thrusts. “All that wet heat surrounding me. I’m going to fuck you until you have no voice left to scream.”

Her body convulses and she screams my name. It’s my new favorite sound, and with her pussy sucking on my cock, I feel as though I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

She’s just on the cusp and I decide to push her over. Pulling almost all the way out, I raise my hand, and slap her ass before driving into her again. Her head flies up in shock, and when she looks at me over her shoulder, I search her eyes to make sure she’s okay with it. But, I don’t see fear, instead, I see an even more frantic lust swirling in her blue eyes.

“Did you like that, Cupcake?” Underneath the dirty talk, I’m asking for real. I need to make sure I didn’t hurt her or do anything she doesn’t like.

“Again,” she breathes.

I retreat again, all the way to the tip, bring my hand down hard on her ass, and thrust back home and she screams, “Again!” This time, I fist my other hand in her hair, and when I go back in, I give a tug.

I do this twice more, and on the third thrust, she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her eyes shut tight, as her orgasm rips through her. I let go of her hair, grab her hips, and frantically pound into her until I explode, my shout of release echoing off the walls, reverberating around the room.

This time, I collapse beside her, knowing I am too exhausted to keep my weight off her. I hug her close before I roll to get out of bed to take care of the condom. And then I realize it. I forgot the condom.

Fuck! Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

“Baby?” I ask hesitantly.

She lifts her head and peers at me blearily. “Yes.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot . . . I just needed you so badly. I don’t . . . Fuck!”

She simply raises an eyebrow at me and waits for me to calm the fuck down.

“I forgot the damn condom.”

She shrugs and drops her head back into the pillow, muffling her answer. “I’m on birth control.”

I wait for the intense relief to wash over me.

It doesn’t. Instead, I feel . . . disappointed?

What the fuck?