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She mumbles something I can’t understand, but her body gives her away. Her pussy squeezes me tighter than before, her orgasm lasting longer. Her nails dig into me as she gives into the pleasure. I turn her face toward me, her mouth open in a silent moan.

I press my lips to hers, kissing her as she orgasms, her pussy fluttering around my cock.

Finally, I allow myself to let go, filling her like I promised I would. It feels like it takes forever, my cock jerking inside of her, giving her every little bit I have.

When it finally stops, I pull out of her, lying her on her side in the bed. She is sound asleep, passed out from the pleasure. I lie down behind her, pulling her panties aside to press my cock back inside of her. Then I wrap her in my arms and kiss the side of her neck.

“I’ll take good care of you for the rest of our lives, Angel. I protect what’s mine.”

She can’t hear me. She is already snoring lightly as she falls into a slumber. It doesn’t matter though.

I mean the words, whether she can hear them or not.

Come hell or high water, I will protect this girl from every threat she has in this world.

Which means I need to kick my ass in gear. Now that I have something to lose, I can’t keep wasting time.

I need to find the traitors and solve shit before it touches her.

I brush her hair back from her face, smiling as her pussy twitches against my softening cock.

I never thought I would have an old lady, but fuck if she isn’t perfect for it.

Perfect for me.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Julie

I wake slowly with arms wrapped around me.

Yak.

Last night flashes through my mind. The fights, doctoring his wounds, then the way he took me. Instinctively my hips tip back toward him, and that’s when I feel it. Him twitching.

He’s still inside of me. We slept with him inside me. All night long.

A shiver of desire rolls through me. My body feels like a live wire.

I’ve never felt like this, and I don’t even know how to explain it.

I never knew that sex could be that way. In the past it’s always been almost clinical. Hands here, mouths there. Me on my back with someone over me, and it being over within ten minutes.

But of course, nothing with Jameson is that simple. No, the man just has to keep proving that he’s different. The way he moved inside of me was rough and demanding. He took, he claimed. I loved the way his rough hands felt against my skin. It was overwhelming in the best sort of way, and now, I finally know what the hype is all about when people talk about sex.

I feel him twitch inside of me, and my breath catches, reminding me once again that he’s still inside of me. I should be appalled that we fell asleep this way. That I let someone who’s practically a stranger take me without a condom.

He wanted to fill me up. Impregnate me on the spot.

Just the thought has my nipples pebbling, begging for attention, and has me pushing my backside farther into him.

Yak groans as his hand moves from my hip to my stomach. He presses, holding me in place against him.

“What are you doing, Angel?” he rasps, making my skin tingle.

“I like the way you feel inside of me,” I whisper, making him hum.