Page 57 of Protector Unmatched

Their lips fused; their tongues danced with one another. Pearce tugged on her jacket and finally managed to slide it off her shoulders. Quickly, he shucked his own jacket. Her casual blouse provided no barrier. With eager hands, he touched her breasts through the fabric and realized that again Daphne wasn’t wearing a bra. A moan escaped him at that revelation, while farther south, his cock went fully erect and pressed against the zipper of his pants.

To make her aware what she was doing to him, he rubbed his groin against her stomach. Her breath hitched, and beneath his hands, he could feel her heartbeat accelerate. He ripped his mouth from hers and planted kisses on her neck.

“I want you,” he murmured. “Right here, right now.”

Daphne didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. She let her hands do the talking and tugged on his polo shirt, pulling it from his waistband. For a moment he had to take his hands off her breasts and raise them so she could pull the shirt over his head. But as soon as the garment fell to the floor, his hands were back. This time, he slid them underneath the blouse and touched her naked skin.

Daphne trembled, and he recognized the reaction as a sign that his touch excited her. He found her breasts, squeezed them and played with her nipples.

Moans and sighs issued from Daphne’s throat, and she rested her head against the wall behind her. But her hands weren’t idle. She’d found the button of his pants and flipped it open, then pulled on the zipper, but it wouldn’t budge. He knew why: his cock was straining against it. Sucking in a breath, he helped her and managed to lower the zipper and push his pants and boxer briefs down to mid-thigh.

Daphne reached for his cock, but before she could touch him, he snatched her blouse by the seam and pulled it over her head, exposing her gorgeous breasts to his hungry eyes. He couldn’t resist the tantalizing sight of her firm, round breasts, and dipped his head to them. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and licked it with his tongue, while he squeezed both breasts with his hands. He moved his mouth to the other breast, but something distracted him: Daphne was wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck!”

She pumped him, and for a moment, he let it happen. But only for a moment, because if she continued like that, he’d come far too quickly.

He pried her hand off him and met her surprised look. But before she could protest, he pulled up her skirt and pressed the hem into her hands. “Hold up your skirt for me, will you?”

She didn’t protest.

Underneath the hippy skirt, she wore tiny panties. He reached for them and tried to pull them down, but somehow, he was too forceful, and the fabric ripped. The panties fell to the floor. Daphne didn’t seem to care.

He slid his hand to her pussy and rubbed along the slit, making sure she was ready.

“God, you’re dripping, babe,” he said.

“Not my fault,” she whispered on a moan.

“Oh, I take full responsibility, trust me.”

He gripped her thighs and lifted her up, bracing her back against the wall. His supernatural strength aided him in holding her there suspended in the air, while he stepped into her center and brought his cock to the entrance of her body.

There, with his cock poised to penetrate her, he locked eyes with her. Then he lowered her onto his cock, thrusting into her to the hilt. Her tight muscles wrapped around him like a glove, cradling him in warmth and wetness. God, how he loved that feeling of being imprisoned like that, of feeling her muscles clamp around him to hold him there.

Daphne’s breath shuddered. “Oh God, you’re bigger than last night.”

“You can take me,” he said, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did, and locked her ankles behind his butt. Now he was free to let go of one thigh, so he could do what he needed to do. He brought his hand to where their bodies were joined and rubbed his finger over her clit.

A moan rolled over Daphne’s lips.

“That’s it, babe, let me make you come.” He rubbed her clit in a circular motion, while he rocked his cock back and forth, only an inch at a time. She was right about his cock. He was bigger tonight, because he didn’t have to hold back anymore. There would be no condoms tonight, no restraint, because she knew now that he wasn’t human—though he hadn’t shown that much restraint the night before, even though the condom had dampened his sensations.

“I can already feel your pussy relax.”

As he began to thrust faster, Daphne’s breasts bounced from left to right, up and down. Her nipples were hard points, and perspiration started to gather in the valley between them. He dipped his head to them and licked over one nipple, while farther south, he rubbed her clit faster.

A helpless yelp came from Daphne, and she suddenly spasmed. Fuck! He hadn’t expected her to come so fast. But he welcomed it, because her pussy was suddenly relaxing, and with every wave, she squeezed his cock and pulled him back into her.

“Pearce, oh God,” she said on a husky breath, her eyes a picture of passion and lust, her lips red and wet, her pulse thundering so violently that he could feel it.

Pearce grinned and gripped both her thighs tightly. “Now your pussy is ready for me.”

He began to thrust in earnest now, moving his hips in an ever-increasing tempo. Daphne put her hands on his shoulders and gripped him tightly. A cacophony of sounds of lovemaking echoed in the foyer of her apartment, and Pearce didn’t care if those sounds carried into the hallway of the building. Nor did he care that the light was on and anybody in the building across from Daphne’s would have a clear view of them. All he cared about was that Daphne trusted him and felt as passionate about him as he about her. And that she showed that passion with her body.

He’d never thought he’d meet a woman who had no inhibitions, who offered herself so freely to him. But Daphne was all that. Sexy, smart, brave.