Protecting Her Read online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“You’re such a good girl,” I tell Cat. “You take my dick so good.”

“Stooop,” she wails. “You know how that works me up.”

“I do know. Why else do you think I say it?” I give her ass a light slap. “Now be quiet and take my cock.”

She buries her face back into the pillow while I watch in fascination as I shaft her slow and steady. It’s harder to reach the g-spot from here, but she’s exposed and vulnerable, and that cranks her engine to eleven. I push her legs up until her knees are tucked against her chest and quicken my pace. I can feel her tightening up, gripping me with each passage. Light sweat breaks out across her skin, and even though her face is muffled, I can hear her cries.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come on my cock.” I need her to come because my control is thread thin. My balls ache from the load I’m holding back. I slap her ass again, watching the skin turn white then red. She convulses once, her whole frame shuddering. I thrust into her harder and faster, making sure my cock head rubs against every sensory ending. The headboard bangs against the wall. A pillow falls to the floor. Sweat beads across my forehead. The ache in my lower back intensifies.

“Gonna come.” I curse. Not yet. Not until she does. “Gonna blow,” I warn. I lick my thumb and press it against her pucker. She jolts against my touch. I slide the tip in, and it sets her off. She creams on my dick, coming hard enough that juice leaks onto my thighs. A high, keening cry fills the bedroom. My own orgasm follows swiftly. The cum shoots down my cock like a bullet fired out of a pistol. I fill her up, coming so hard that I blank out for a second. Beneath me, Cat trembles and shakes from the force of her climax.

I collapse beside her, curl my body around hers, and draw the covers up to her waist. She’s hot. We joke that my cum heats her from the inside.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs as she hugs my arm around her frame. I mold one breast with my hand and kiss the back of her neck.

“Love you, babe. Love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

The words never get old for me. We’ve exchanged them a thousand times, but a thrill still runs down my spine when she says them. I’m a lucky sonofabitch. I know this.

“What’s that grunt for?”

I didn’t even realize I had. “Just thinking about how I could’ve missed out on all of this.” I tighten my arm and pull her close. I’m not too proud to admit that I almost fucked up, but I course corrected in time, and now I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world in my bed. Smartest, too. There’s talk of big fancy prizes being handed out because of her work. It’ll require me to get suited up, but I’m used to that. I retired from the field and now screen clients, do background checks, help with logistics and training. That’s how I spend my days. My nights are with Cat. Some of our best times are just eating together or watching television. She’s a big reader, and I enjoy watching her read. My favorite activities involve fucking her, watching her, and talking to her. Even though I don’t understand half of what she says, it’s still a turn on. She’s so big brained. I don’t deserve her, and I tell her that. “You know, you’re too good for me.”

“I know,” she replies smugly. Then she giggles. “I am not. We’re a perfect match.”

“Yeah, perfect,” I echo in amazement.

My life is perfect, but only because she made it so.

Epilogue

Catriona

Many years later

“Glasses,” I remind Max as he walks back over to the giant island in the center of the kitchen.

“I was getting them.” He grabs them, sliding them up his little button nose before he straightens his lab coat. He’d run to his room to get a new one after he got dye on the previous one and claimed he didn’t look professional anymore. My little scientist is also a perfectionist.

I swear our twins are night and day. Still I see bits of my personality in both as well as Gabe’s. Max’s bedroom is always clean and organized. Oftentimes cleaner than my own. While Maddie is a walking mess. You always know when Maddie’s been in a room because she leaves a trail wherever she goes.

Max is obsessed with all things science, and at the age of six he’s already doing 5th grade work and loving it. We often do his homework together for fun, which usually gets us funny looks from both my husband and my daughter. They are puzzles to us.



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