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STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (I)
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2026-10-14 08:46:58
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (V)
I'm asleep, and then I'm awake because Cole's hand is over my mouth, gentle, and his face is close in the dark, and he mouths one word. Quiet. And I understand instantly that this is not a drill, that the thing in the house is real.I only half see what happens next.He moves me off the bed and behind him, puts his body between me and the door, and when the door opens he's already there, and it's fast and silent and over before my mind catches up to it. A shape in the dark. A sound I'll hear for years. Cole moves with a terrible economy, becoming the weapon he's been carrying under his jacket for a month, then a man on my floor who is no longer a threat to anyone, and Cole stands over him, breathing hard, his bare hands still ready.He killed for me. Or came near enough to it. Either way, I watched him become the thing the firm sent, the lethal thing under the courtesy, and I should be terrified.I'm not terrified of him. Not for one second.The police come. Lights in the windows, rad
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (IV)
His hand finds my clit and works it lazily, his mouth dragging over the back of my shoulder, and this one builds slow and low and spreads out through my whole body instead of spiking, and I cum with barely a sound, a long slow spill that goes on and on while he groans into my hair and finishes deep and goes still with his arm locked around me.We fall back asleep tangled like that, and even then he's got one ear on the house. It doesn't switch off, not even now.The nine days after that first night are the ones that change everything, because that's when we stop being frantic and start being deliberate.He moves off the hallway floor and into my bed. He stops ma'am-ing me, mostly, except once, low and on purpose, to watch what it does to me, and what it does is embarrassing. We learn each other. Even wrecked and gasping, he's tracking the exits, control never fully leaving him, and it turns out to be the exact thing I can't get enough of – a dangerous man choosing, every single time,
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (III)
He moves relentlessly, that total focus turned fully onto me now, onto my body and every sound it makes, and his free hand slides up from my wrists to my throat and wraps around it, not squeezing, holding, the weight of it heavy and sure. The hand that had the gun up two minutes after my scream, that has held weapons in rooms I'll never get to ask about, around my throat with the exact measured control of a man who has never once in his life applied a pound more force than he meant to."Safe," he says against my ear, driving into me. "You're safe. I've got you."And the word means something between us that it doesn't mean for anyone else. Safe. The whole of what he is, the entire reason he's in my house, spoken with his hand around my throat and his cock buried inside me, and it goes through me like a current."These hands could do anything," I breathe, barely able to speak under his weight. "And they're so careful with me.""I’ll always be careful with you." His thumb strokes the lin
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (II)
He stands there a long moment, his shoulders rising and falling as he fights something, then he turns and looks at me, and the professional is gone from his face, and I realize what's underneath has been there the whole time. Three weeks. Behind the wall. He wasn't not seeing me. He was refusing to.He crosses the room, sets the real gun on the nightstand, within reach even now, always within reach, and beside it the drill replica he grabbed off the dresser on his way through, both of them dark on the wood where I can see them. Walks back to the door and lifts it on its bent hinge and wedges it shut as best it'll close."This changes everything," he says, turning back to me. "You understand that. I can't do my job and do this. One of them has to give.""I know.""If I do this, I can't protect you the way I'm supposed to.""I know, Cole." I kneel on the bed and reach for him. "Stay anyway."He breaks loose and comes to me.The kiss is a combustion of the three weeks before it. All the
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 71 – MY PUSSY PROTECTOR (I)
The firm installs him in my life without my say-so.That's exactly how they put it. The men in suits from the security company were hired by my firm after the letters started coming – the letters with photographs taken through my own windows. They said they were installing close protection. What they meant was that I’d basically get a security system with a heartbeat.He arrives on a Monday with a duffel bag and a handshake, and he takes up residence in the hallway outside my bedroom. It should be a good deal, because safety, but that's exactly where the trouble starts, although it takes me three weeks to admit the trouble is me.His name is Cole.Six-four. Ex-military, the real kind that he won't ever talk about. He has shoulders that fill a doorway, a jaw you could set a level against, and a habit of reading every corner of a room before he lets me take a step into it. He checks spaces before I enter them. He stands behind me at events with one hand resting near the weapon under his
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 70 – FUCKING MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND (III)
"Like the worst thing I've ever wanted. Like I'd do it again tomorrow."I cum on his cock with his name in my mouth, his first name, Robert, the name I've heard my father say ten thousand times across ten thousand dinners, and saying it now while he's buried inside me, while he's the furthest thing from the man at the head of that table, tips us both over whatever was left. He makes a wrecked sound and grabs my hips and holds me down and pulses inside me, every bit of his restraint gone in the dark.We lie there after with his hand moving slowly up and down my spine.Neither of us turns the light on."We can't do this again," he says to the ceiling."No," I agree.Neither of us means it, and we both know it. He proves it an hour later, when the city's gone quiet, and I'm half asleep against his chest, and his hand starts moving on my spine again, slower, lower, and he goes hard against my hip in the dark."Again," he says, not a question, and rolls me under him.The second time is not
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