Page 83 of Protector's Promise


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“I promise,” he replies, and his thumb drags across my bottom lip. He slowly pushes the finger through my lips and I suck greedily, giving him a taste of what I intend to do with him. When he removes his thumb, it drags slowly against the pad of my tongue, making me shudder.

His hand glides along my jaw, and I can feel the wetness of my spit on his thumb. I slowly move my face to his lap, holding eye contact with him as I lick him from knot to tip. Swirling my tongue at the end, collecting the beads of pre-cum.

My tongue teases him as I glide along the head of his cock. I inhale his scent and moan as I taste him. He groans and thrusts against my touch. I keep one hand on his large thigh and the other gripping him around his knot.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know how good you look on your knees for your Alpha?”

I hum around his cock and take him deeper. He thrusts into my mouth and I can tell he is holding back. I suck him hard, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock with a vise-like grip.

“Fuckkkkk,” he hisses. I grab his knot and thigh tighter.

“Don’t hold back with me, Smith,” I say and he turns away. “I know you would never hurt me, right?”

“I know.” He sighs and strokes the side of my face.

“So fuck my face then,” I say angrily, and he smirks at me. Gripping the back of my neck as my mouth opens for him. He slides his length slowly down my throat. Holding eye contact as he calmly fucks my mouth. His hold on my neck is firm and unyielding.

“Is this what you want, little star? Having me fuck your throat, reminding you who you belong to? Is that what you need, baby? A reminder of whose little slut you are?”

I nod my head, and he smiles. He holds me steady as his pace picks up. Every thrust is harder than the last as he gives me inch after inch of his length. I gag around him, and it only spurs him on more.

“That’s it. Look how fucking messy you are. Spit hanging down your lips. Do you need more, little star?”

I give him an approving look, and he removes himself from my mouth and cradles my jaw, holding my lips open. He spits directly in my mouth but doesn’t direct me to swallow as he brings his cock back to my lips. I gag slightly as he controls the movements, rivulets of spit falling from my mouth and dripping down his balls.

“So fucking good. Make me come and swallow it all,” he tells me, and I nod my head against his cock. His commanding words spur me on, and I want to bring him pleasure so badly. I need him to feel good and understand that I trust him. He pushes in and out of my throat, and I know I’m a complete fucking mess. The thought of what I look like on my knees for him has me rubbing my thighs together. I know he scents me. It’s what sends him over the edge. I grip his knot tightly as spurts of cum shoot down my throat. Which I swallow greedily.

I can’t even catch my breath before he grabs me by my torso and places me on his lap. He kisses me hungrily. It’s frenzied and messy, with no care in the world for the spit or his release on my tongue.

He slips his hand underneath my yoga pants and feels the overwhelming amount of slick inside my panties. Smith groans in my ear as he inserts three fingers inside me and uses his thumb to rub my clit.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t make you come before you left, did you, little star?”

“You said you didn’t want them to see me.”

“Can they see you right now, baby?”

“No.”

“You look at me when you come,” he says. His green eyes are full of heat and desire.

He kisses me again and groans against my mouth as his fingers fuck my needy pussy.

“God, I need you,” I tell him.

“I know, I know,” he says.

My fingers wrap around his hair as he looks at me with love and need. His thumb circles my clit as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I can hear the suctioning of my wetness as he enters me.

“As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to knot you so many times you won’t be able to fucking walk.”

I moan as he continues, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with his fingers.

“You’re my girl, my fucking everything. I’m going to take care of you.”

“I know, Smith,” I say, as he leans forward and licks my bond mark.

“Mine, always mine.”