Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (good books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📕

“Hold on.” Grasping her buttocks, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he worked his way inside her with a slow but relentless push. “Jesus, I forgot how tight you are.”

Lisa groaned as he filled and stretched her pussy, gripping his bulging biceps and wishing she’d thought to at least open his shirt. She craved to touch his bare skin, feel the warmth of his thick muscles under her hands and lips. Then he was grinding into her with deep thrusts that pressed her against the wall and robbed her of coherent thought.

Their breathing turned to harsh pants, the only sound in the room besides the rain beating against the windows to the tune of rolling thunder and the slick merging of his pounding cock burrowing into her wet core. He went deep, bumped her cervix and she whimpered. She shuddered as he circled inside her, teasing the tissues up and down her vagina until stars lit up the darkness behind her closed lids with the first contractions.

“That’s it, Lisa.” He bit down on her earlobe. “Come for me…yeah, there you go,” he breathed against her lips before covering her mouth with his just as she rippled around his ramming cock with an explosion of white-hot pleasure.

Clinging to his arms, hips, and mouth, Lisa gloried in the mind-numbing climax ripping through her body. Impaled against the wall by the strength of his rough possession and massive body, she rode through the storm of untold pleasure, praying it never ended. This was what she’d tried to achieve for as long as she could remember, and no matter how he felt about her afterward, this glorious escape from reality into euphoric madness was worth the risk.

Hot licks of pleasure gripped Shawn’s cock as he plowed through Lisa’s snug, squeezing pussy seconds before his orgasm erupted in a fierce torrent of heat. Flames tore through him as he pumped into her with the rutting intensity of an undisciplined bull. He would berate himself, and her, for that lack of finesse as soon as he returned to sanity. She was the only woman who had managed to strip his control enough for him to trade what he should do for what he’d wanted all along.

He finally regained enough of his senses to slow down and loosen his grip on her ass. Teasing them both by changing his rapid, forceful thrusting to unhurried, in-and-out dips aimed at caressing her still quivering swollen muscles, he kissed her with softer pressure and less demand. By the time the last spasms of his climax abated, their sweat-slick bodies were cooling, reminding him of their damp clothing and how they had gotten wet in the first place.

He muttered a curse and pulled out of her body one final time, releasing her mouth to say, “I’ve sworn more in the last hour than I did my first month in foster care. Are you all right?” Letting go of her buttocks, he stepped back far enough to give her room to drop her legs while holding onto her hips.

“More than all right. I don’t know where to start in thanking you,” she replied, her voice breathless and rushed.

“I’ll let you know in the morning. Until then” – he reached over and flipped the lock on the front door – “let’s turn in. I saw only two bedrooms when I searched the house earlier. Show me which one you’re sleeping in.”

“You’re staying?”

Surprise and relief colored her voice, and he didn’t know whether to pull her close for a reassuring hug or put her over his knee for scaring the hell out of him earlier. Erring on the side of caution, he did neither, instead snatching her hand and pulling her in front of him.

“You couldn’t run me off, even if you were foolish enough to try. Crap but it’s dark in here.”

“First door on the right, across from the bathroom.”

“Got it.” As they entered the bedroom, the electricity flickered back on, the living room lamp offering enough illumination to find the light switch. “Better.” He winced, eyeing the bed. “Only a double, huh? I hope you don’t mind being crowded.”

“I don’t mind. Shawn…”

Placing a finger over her lips, he shook his head, seeing the fatigue and residual fear in her eyes. “In the morning. I’m as wiped as you look.” He knew just how emotionally shell shocked with fatigue she was when she didn’t argue.

Shawn stripped her of the ruined blouse and bra, making a mental note to replace them. She managed the leg of her jeans on her own while he yanked down the bedspread. “Get in. I’m going to take one more look around.”

Lisa padded over, unabashed by her nakedness, and he placed a hand on her butt as she slid under the covers he held up with his other hand. She opened her mouth to say something but clamped it shut again after looking up at him. He didn’t doubt his face reflected the turmoil she’d caused him or his resolve to get to the bottom of tonight’s break-in.

Pivoting, he left the bedroom and double-checked the front and back doors even though there was no need. He’d been thorough in his search after the perpetrator had taken off through the neighbors’ backyards. Not willing to leave her to chase him, he’d swept through the house then hightailed it to the front door where she’d taken years off his life when she’d barreled into him. Nothing could have prepared him for her terrified greeting when he’d first arrived or the gut-wrenching fear and anger he’d experienced hearing her petrified rambling as she shook in his arms.

No one deserved to suffer a traumatizing event once in their lives, let alone twice. The most pressing question he needed answered was if this was a random B&E or something more personal, more