The Protectors Series Bundle - By Nana Malone Page 0,90

higher and higher, until her whole body tensed.

Her inner walls quivered against his questing tongue, and her breathing came out in labored puffs. Placing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of her clitoris, he drew himself back up her body, using his elbows as support. She blinked up at him with wide eyes.

“Wow.”

“You sure do know how to stroke a guy’s ego don’t you?” he drawled

Symone reached between them, and her delicate fingers closed around the rigid length of him. His vision blurred, and that tingle started at the base of his spine again. He’d known it from the moment he first saw her—Symone Jackson was trouble.

He dropped his forehead to hers.

“Jesus, Symone, I want you so bad.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned. “I don’t see what you’re waiting for.” She pumped his cock with her palm, once, then twice. The trembling in Garrett’s body started in his legs first. Maybe it was right what they said about guys and their erections—the blood drained from their feet first so they couldn’t run away.

“Baby, I—”

She pumped him again, but this time brought his cock to her dewy center. Garrett hissed a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, praying he didn’t come before he was inside her. Blinking rapidly, he gazed into her eyes. Gritting his teeth and inching forward into her tight channel, he gauged her reaction with each incremental move.

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, but she didn’t stop him, instead used her nails to score his back. Inching forward again, her velvet sheath clamped around his cock and he held his breath. Waves of anxiety radiated from her. “Symone, is there something you forgot to tell me?”

Her eyes were squeezed shut and she expelled a slow breath. “You really want to discuss my sex goddess status right now, or do you want to finish what you started?” She lifted her hips, inviting him to push further.

He groaned, trying to force his body to slow down. Despite what the liquid lava of her body told him to do, take, hurry, rush, mark her as his for the whole world to see. “I—you should have mentioned it.” He muttered through clenched teeth. “I wouldn’t have—we would have gone—”

Her hips retreated and surged up again, retreated, then—she forced the issue when both of her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him further into her.

“Fuck. Symone.” He pushed in to the hilt, and she hissed beneath him. He tried not to move, to let her get accustomed to him and breathe for a minute. But that voice in his head wouldn’t stop. Rush. Take, Brand. He withdrew by increments, and she hissed again. But this time when he surged forward, she moaned. He planted a kiss on her lips again and waited for her gaze to meet his. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her breathing still ragged, she slowly smiled up at him. “Yes. Garrett, please don’t stop.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Withdrawing to the tip of his cock, he surged forward, keeping up that slow and steady tempo until she started to claw at his back. Her hips pumped against his, her velvet sheath swallowing the length of him.

He felt the walls of her slick lining start to convulse against him once more. Knew now what was coming. “Hold on to that feeling, baby. Ride it out. Enjoy the feeling.” He kissed her deep, one hand tugging at the tip of her breast. The other reached between them, his thumb finding the dew-slick button and circling it.

Symone threw her head back, arching her back and giving him unfettered access to her breast. “Garrett!” she called his name on a breath as her body shook beneath him.

As she rode the wave, he continued to drive into her. Longing to keep her ride going as long as he could. Wishing he could stay in their conjoined bliss for a millennia. She continued to pant and writhe under him. The sweat, a sheen on her body. “God damn, Symone, you are so beautiful.”

He muttered a curse as his balls began to ache. He needed to come. Had to fill her with his seed. But he wanted her to come again for him. He wanted to feel her body melt into his one more time. They might only have tonight, and he wanted them both to remember it. He kissed her again, before withdrawing completely. His cock gave a jerk of protest.

With a growl, he shoved a hand under her back, grabbing