The Protector のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

CLAIRE I felt the unmistakable bulge of his hard-on pressing directly against the crack in my ass through my skirt. I hadn't even noticed he was sprouting a tent right until now. By all sane logic, I should have felt irritated, terrified, and angry. I should have shoved him away and bolted for the door. But all rational thoughts seemed to have evaporated from my mind the second I made contact with his bulge. My brain seemed to have turned to mush. The only part of my mind still functioning was solely focused on the feeling of his thick, rigid cock pressing firmly into my behind. "I... I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Grey," I managed to say, my voice slightly unstable and breathless. He slowly turned me around until I was facing him. His hooded eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees wobble. "You understand exactly what I mean, Claire," he murmured, his voice carrying that dangerous confidence. "I know you're a very smart woman. Don't play dumb with me.

ROXANNE From this tiny crack in my bedroom wall, I could see everything. My stepfather, Aston, was slamming into my foster mother, his cock driving deep into her cunt. They were naked, tangled together on the bed, moving in sync while the sound of skin slapping skin haunted every corner of the house. Aston’s broad hands had hers pinned high above her head, his firm waist rolling in a practiced pace as he fucked her into the abyss. As usual, Beck's moan was all over the place, vibrating the thin walls of the whole house. She didn't care that I was just a room away. Who was I kidding? She had never cared. Sometimes, I felt like she did it on purpose—just to taunt me. “Fuck, Aston! Your big cock is tearing me!” she screamed out loud. “You like it, huh?” Aston growled back in response. “Yes, yes! I'm cumming!” she cried out in such a raw tone. “Then let go for me,” he replied in a gruff tone. I leaned my forehead against the cracked wall, my breath catching in my dry throat. A

ROXANNE I wasn't dumb. I knew exactly what he was offering me. But maybe I was a little too frightened to actually take it. Beck wouldn't hesitate to kill me if she found out. The woman was an unhinged lunatic when it came to her possessions, and Aston was one of her prize trophies. I tried to yank my hand free from his hold, my skin still burning severely where his fingers held me. "Leave me alone, Aston," I gritted, trying to sound tough. His grip stayed steady, clearly unfazed by my weak attempt to pull away. He smirked down at me, his manly features lighting up with pure mischief. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Roxanne?" His brows lifted smugly as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a low purr. "What? Going back to your room to touch yourself to thoughts of some fantasy... when you could have the real thing inside you, right here and right now?" My eyes widened to the size of saucers. My throat locked up, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. How the f

JASMINE It has been going on for three months now. No one knew about it, and now it was my own filthy, little secret. There was a man always standing over there, watching me from the shadowy corners of the house right next door. At first, I honestly didn't think it was a huge deal. I thought maybe I was just being paranoid, or that he was just enjoying the fresh night air on his own side of the driveway. Three months ago, my family moved to this quiet suburban estate on the edge of town. The neighborhood was usually dead silent at night. The very first night I was getting ready to sleep in my new bedroom, I walked over to the window to roll down the blinds. That was when I caught him. He was standing right by the second-floor window of the house directly adjacent to ours. Even with the lights off on his side, I could make out his silhouette clearly. It was a man. A well-built, incredibly tall man. I could tell just by the broad outline of his frame and the way his shoulders fi

JASMINE Then his hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants, and I watched with a racing heart as he peeled off the pants along with his briefs in one swift motion. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I took in his naked form. He was rock hard—hard as steel, thick, and heavily veined. The sight of him made heat pool low in my stomach, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to hold myself together as I stared up at this monster of a man. His eyes were fixed on me the entire time, like he was trying to file every single one of my reactions directly into his memory. Then he leaned down, his hands reaching out to grab my ankles. He pulled me gently toward the edge of the bed, holding my eyes the whole time like I was the only thing in the world worth his attention. Then he moved up, his fingers easily finding the soft waistband of my panties. He hooked them into the thin elastic and peeled them off while I lifted my butt to help him slide them down my legs. He procee