My Protector: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari [Ferrari, Flora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Becky

All my shaking, all my insecurities, and self-conscious thoughts stop once we’ve done what we both know we wanted.

What we needed.

I know I won’t fully be his until he’s filled me with his babies, but Dillon’s staked his claim about as pronounced and firm as any man could.

He swore he’d only ever come inside me, our first time. But this energy between us. This attraction of our bodies, as well as minds, has been too much for both of us, and all in just one day.

Love at first sight?

Yes. Although I know Dillon would never say it like that. He’s got too much macho in him to be so openly soft, just yet.

But oh, how he trembled when I finally plucked up the courage to even attempt to take as much of him into my mouth as could as the rest of him played between my tits.

If it was a fantasy. Even if I had dreamed the whole thing, it’s been the most intense experience so far.

But it was real.

I’m not dreaming, and the now hot marble underneath me, and the traces of his heat cooling slightly on my naked flesh rubbing against me proves it.

I open my mouth, not to even try to take him again. But to tell him something.

To tell him how I know I already feel, but it’s all still so surreal.

Nothing could be this simple, could it?

A short, heavy set girl with a world of problems goes to work one day and has the man of her dreams not only sweep her off her feet.

He puts those feet over his own broad shoulders and shows her how she needs to be treated from now on, and only grunts the same thing whenever she doubts it.

That I’m his.

I am his. I know I am.

Even after crying into his huge barreled chest after he showed me more affection and focus than the whole world has in nineteen years.

I’ve never felt so alive either. Never felt so satisfied and relieved.

Without wanting to wriggle free from him completely, I at least let him set me down and picking up his shirt that he’s tossed, I drape it over myself. Instinctively buttoning the front just a little.

Still shy about my soft stomach.

Still soaking up his essence though. His seed, nourishing my body through my skin.

My rivet nipples I’m sure will never be soft again as long as he’s around.

His large shirt hangs on me like a robe anyway and his prolonged growl of satisfaction tells me he likes what he sees.

My own wardrobe is instantly redundant.

“Eat,” he commands, jutting his chiseled jaw towards the food, most of which is still warm and still way more appealing than anything else I had planned an hour earlier.

He settles me on a thick wooden stool at the counter and standing behind me uses both hands on mine to fill a plate high with the tastiest meal I’ve had in months.

His over-the-top style is to even put the fork and knife he has ready into my hands.

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