Page 41 of The Protection Agreement

“I accept.” My voice deepens with my arousal.

“Don’t ever reject me like that again,” she warns.

“It will never happen again,” I say. She smiles and cups my face.

“You are so fucking cute,” she says before bending to take my lips. Fuck me, I grab her waist and twist fast. She’s on her back on the bed, giggling. I’m so claiming every inch of her.

“I’ll show you cute, Sprinkles,” I say, laying over her to take her mouth. She kisses me right back. I pull back to remove her T-shirt and see her soft, beautiful skin; I unzip the sports bra and her breasts spill out.

“I’m a little on the big size,” she says shyly.

“And I love it.” I bend to trail kisses down her neck; a soft moan is my reward. I take a hardened nipple in my mouth, and she moans louder. I squeeze her soft breast and suck on each nipple; her moans get louder, sending waves to my already hardened dick. My hands trail down to her leggings; I push them down. She raises her ass to help me push them off. Her legs do the rest, kicking the leggings off. My hands trail her legs; her skin is fucking soft and silky. Her moan is a sweet carnal sound to my ears, and my dick fucking loves it. I pull her panties out of the way, and my finger goes into her silk-wet folds. She gasps, and I smirk. I trail kisses down her body till my tongue connects with sweet wetness. Damn, she tastes good. I’ve been starving for her taste; her floral scent with her taste is feral to my senses and body.

“Oh my God!” she cries out softly as her hand fists my hair. I begin to feast on her like a wild, hungry man that I am, licking and sucking as she continues to juice more for my tongue. My finger is back in her pink, soft pussy, helping my tongue as she moans and creams more for me. I can’t stop licking her dripping sweetness. Her moans are louder; she starts to shake, her juice is pouring out abundantly. “Bruce,” her voice staccato, her body shudders as she comes on my tongue. I lick and suck every drop of her cum. I get up, pulling my pants and underwear off, as I watch her breathing slowly return to normal.

“That has never happened to me before,” she croaks.

“Good, are you ready?” I ask, stroking my hard-as-rock dick. She looks at it, and her eyes widen.

“Am I?” she asks, staring at my dick.

“Spread your legs, Jola,” I say. She does as I ask, and I center myself at her entry, making a slow and steady pace inside her. I let out a groan at her tight and warm pussy that firmly clenches my dick. She takes me all the way, closing her eyes.

“Eyes on me, Jola.” She opens her eyes, locking gaze with me. Warmth spreads through me when our eyes lock. She’s mine, the voice roars inside me.

“You really fill me up, Bruce,” she says. I smile and lean to her, taking her mouth and kissing her senselessly. I break the kiss and begin to thrust; she matches my thrust. Her moans get louder; so does my happy grunt of tight, velvety pussy as it milks and clenches me.

I can’t speak with all the emotion circling inside me; I keep my gaze locked on her. She owns me now. Her moans fill my being until I hear her cry out,

“I’m coming, Bruce.”

“Yes, Jola, come for me,” I shout. Like a fucking command, we both come, yelling, our bodies convulsing together. I fall on top of her for a second, then roll to her side.

“Being with you is better than any dream I’ve had of being with you,” I say, pulling her closer to me. She giggles. I kiss her neck and let her rest, knowing I’m going to want her again very soon.

“Goodnight, Onitemi,” she says quietly.

“Jola, what did you say?” I ask. She’s already falling asleep. I don’t want to disturb her sleep, so I leave her to sleep

Chapter twenty-seven

Lexi/ Jola

Bruce has fucked me in every position possible and every hour he could, which is a lot. When he said he had a big appetite, I should have asked for clarification before diving in headfirst. It’s like he wants to fill up the last two years that I haven’t had sex and simultaneously wipe the memory of every other guy. The moment I mentioned he’s the first guy to go down on me, he has taken it as a challenge to surpass any expectation I had of it.

He’d ask how he was my first in that aspect, and I told him I just didn’t feel comfortable with my last two boyfriends. He’s happy I’m comfortable enough with him, and he made sure I screamed and made sounds that I didn’t know my lungs could make, while giving me mind-blowing orgasms, the kind you only hear about. I smile.

“What are you smiling about, Jola?” he asks.

“Not telling,” I say, lying on my back on the sofa with my legs on his lap.

“Tell me, Sprinkles. You know I want to know everything.”

“Even my ex-boyfriends?”

His frown is immediate. He truly is a jealous type and doesn’t want to hear anything about any ex. If I’ve kissed them, then he doesn’t want to know any stories I had with them.

“Everything but an ex, unless you want me to reveal my other side.”