Chapter 123: You Taste Like Her

“Tucking shit, that was a problem, and a big one. Because if he was toward enough to follow her on a run and take others, he may try to find her again,” I said, thinking how cowardly a person that her ex could be.

“I promise you that we will do whatever we can to keep her safe. No trips alone, no extended periods of time without her or at least one of us, especially when we are at work. Unless she has protection in the form of a bodyguard of some sort,” Donald said, and I nodded at his words.

“And that we will collectively protect her mentally; no pushing her away, not degrading her, or letting her know that we will stop the world just to keep her safe, warm, and comfortable.”

I watched him carefully as he spoke, the words almost identical to the ones I wanted to talk to him about. We were on the same page in every sense of the word, and it made my feelings for him grow even deeper. I groaned.

“Fuck, you took the world right out of my mouth,” I said, smiling softly, and he crashed his mouth to mine. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him as close as I could get him. I felt his hardness, and as much as I wanted him to bend me over and release the rest of the frustration inside me, I didn’t want to leave Amelia alone for long. I broke the kiss, panting, and our faces still so close that I could feel his warm breath on my lips. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, and I knew mine matched his.

“Let’s get back inside; I need to dress your wound; you are getting blood all over the place,” I said; he smiled softly.

“I like that you wanted to take care of me,” he said, his voice getting deeper. I hummed and backed away from him; this man will have me useless if I don’t create some space. His smile beamed, making my heart shudder.

“Tuck,” I said under my breath, making him quirk an eyebrow.

I turned and walked out of the door. I needed to get bandages and cream to take care of his arm, and I felt his presence following me as I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed the first-aid kit under the sink and pulled it out; when I turned around, he was right behind me. I swallowed hard; the urge to lick him was strong, and I don’t think I have really ever just wanted to lick someone before.

“You taste like her,” he—

“And I definitely need to taste you again,” he said, dipping his face into mine until our noses touched.

I groaned, dropping the kit and wrapping my arms around him. He lifted me and sat me on the counter, moving his lips down my neck while lowering his hands to pull up my shirt. His hands on my exposed skin as he pulled my shirt up and over my head made me shiver. His mouth dropped to my nipple, and he tested his tongue over it; the sensation made me drop my head back and moan. Seven fucking days has been too long to be separated from him, from both of them. His head dropped lower as he grazed his lips down my body and over every inch of my skin. The light sensation sent blood right to my dick.

“Donald,” I gasped as he dropped lower and kissed the bulge in my shorts.

He stood back up and pulled me off the counter and back onto my feet before sinking to his knees in front of me. The sight was absolutely breathtaking as he slid my shorts down, my dick springing out right in front of his lips. He didn’t hesitate to suck the head into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tip, and a guttural groan left my mouth as I gripped his hair in both hands, noticing how much longer it had gotten in these past few days. He opened his mouth wider and let me pump slowly in and out until I touched the back of his throat.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I groaned; this man had a magical mouth.

I gripped his hair harder as I rolled my hips faster; he rolled his eyes up at me and smiled around my dick, and I shuddered. He was just incredible, and he wrapped his hands around my ass, squeezed it before taking a finger and lightly brushing over my hole. I whimpered at the delicious sensation; he closed his eyes and leaned in, taking my dick deeper. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as he sucked me harder. I could fucking stay here all day with my dick down his throat. He shocked me by impaling a finger deep into my asshole, and I bucked my lips, crying out and cumming down his throat. He made a choking sound as cum filled his mouth, my dick slamming against the back of his throat and some spilling down his chin. He swallowed most of it, groaning, and removed his finger and released my dick with a pop. He stood up and came in close.

“Clean my face, baby,” he said. I leaned in and licked the cum that dripped down his chin.

Definitely something new for me, but damn, it was erotic. Our lips met gently as I came down from my high. He hummed as he pulled back.

“That was sexy as fuck, baby,” he said softly before bending to pull my shorts back up.

“I don’t think we should leave our sweet girl in bed alone much longer? Do you?” I shook my head, still a bit dazed.

Chapter 12: You Taste Like Her

He led me to bed where I wrapped his arm around me before we went to sleep. I stayed awake long enough to listen to the water run as he showered and then hummed on the other side of Amelia. When I heard his breath even and the soft snores, I drifted off.