She whimpers as I take my time. Sliding my tongue around her clit, I swipe it down to her opening and back up.
Slipping a finger into her tight wet cunt makes me eager to please her. Clara’s legs tremble against my shoulders. I smile and pull away from her perfect pussy. “Shaking already for me?”
Her nails claw at the sheets beside her, and she smiles wickedly at me. I dip between her legs and continue swirling my tongue through her folds, fucking her with my fingers. My dick throbs as Clara’s whimpers fill the room.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Such good manners.” I latch onto her clit and suck as she clamps on my fingers. Pulling back, I watch her body react to the orgasm. Her skin flushes and her nipples harden. “Fucking perfect,” I tell her.
Rising from between her legs, I place my wet fingers on her lips and arch my eyebrow. Without saying a word, she takes them and sucks my digits clean. I lie back and stroke my cock. “Be a good girl and claim me.”
Clara flips onto all fours and closes the space between us. I wrap my hand in her light brown hair as she lies between my legs and slides her tongue over my shaft. Her green eyes meet mine, but her touch is too gentle.
Letting go of her tresses, I reach under her arms and pull her closer before pushing her down on my cock.
“You can take it. You’re doing such a good fucking job,” I tell her, releasing her as she continues the pace. “Fuck yes, don’t stop.”
She proceeds, using her hand to stroke my base and play with my balls. Pleasure courses through my body, and I arch my hips as the coil unravels deep inside.
As much as I want to let go, I need to claim her and show her how much I need her.
“Lie back for me,” I tell her, and she pulls off my cock. Drool covering her chin, her hair all mussed up, she does what I asked. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I get up and kneel on the bed, pressing kisses along her legs until I reach her thighs. Positioning myself at her entrance, I glance up at her face.
“Please.”
I grin, and she wraps herself around my back as I sink into her. It’s fucking incredible, and I know I won’t last very long. Bending forward, I brace my hands beside her head and brush my lips against her jaw.
Clara’s nails run down my arms, and it sends shockwaves through me. I nip her neck before leaning back and pressing her legs against her chest.
“You take my cock so well,” I growl.
Between us, I rub her clit with my thumb, and soon she clenches around me while moaning. I thrust into her hard until I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out and scramble to her head.
“Open your mouth,” I demand as I jerk off. My come covers her face. “Damn, Dragonfly, you look hot like this.” I smirk and lie beside her until my legs don’t feel jellylike.
As I stroke her hair, its familiar scent fills my senses. This seals the deal for me. Clara is mine, and I will fight to keep this feeling of hope for us.
I walk to the ensuite and wet a washcloth before returning to clean her up. Kissing her forehead, I tuck her back in my embrace. “I told you that you’re mine. I’ll find out where he lives and end this. No one’s gonna fuck with you ever again.”
Clara tenses in my arms and twists to gaze up at me. “Thank you. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this. I only have one request.”
“Clara, you deserve the world. No man alive should’ve ever laid a finger on you. Love doesn’t come with terms. It’s not something you go into debt for. It’s supposed to be given freely. You’re such a strong woman. I plan on taking out the trash, because while trauma will live inside you,Ican fix the outside world.”
She nuzzles against me. There is nothing more I need to do but protect her. I’d take her memories to live with for the rest of my life if it meant she could always feel safe. I have no illusions that it will heal her, but taking care of scum is something I can control.
Debbie told me all about this old man finding her again, and if removing him from the living means it gives Clara an ounce of peace, it’ll be worth it.
“I want to help. I need to be a part of this.” Her voice is quiet, as if she thinks she’s asking for too much.
“Deal, but his final breath? It’s mine.” I bring the covers up and wrap them around us before flicking off the nightstand light. “Goodnight, Dragonfly.”
I’ve talked to all my contacts and ran her waste-of-space stepfather through our security system’s database.
Finding he still lives in her childhood home makes bile rise in my throat. He’s been waiting for her for years, just around the corner.
Pushing away from the desk, I wander out of my office to the sound of the door opening.
