Protecting Her

By: Alexis Noelle

Table Of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Copyright

Copyright © 2015 Ashley Piscitelli

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Cover Image: Furious Fotog

Cover Design: Cover Me Darling

Acknowledgements

 

To all the people that help me I am so very thankful. Just to name a few Rachael Duncan, Stephanie Phillips, Kellie Montgomery, Golden Czermack, Marisa-Shor, Kaylee Ryan, Kathy Coopmans, Karrie Puskas, S Moose, and Rebecca Brooke. Also to my friends, family, and my husband thank you for you everyday support.

To the readers that love the story and the characters you are my rock stars!

 

Chapter One

Hunter

I look around the bar, trying to figure out which of these girls will be the lucky one tonight. I swear it gets harder and harder to find a good piece of ass that I haven’t hit before. Half of the girls in here are giving me the death stare because I’ve been there done that and didn’t want to put a ring on it. The other half have shot me down, which probably means they’re gay. I know people think I’m conceited and an asshole, but I really don’t give a shit. I may be twenty eight but that doesn’t mean I need to find a chick to tie myself down to.

Most people tell me I’m an asshole, and honestly they’re right. I have no interest in taking a chick out on a date, pretending like I give a shit what she is talking about and then lying and saying I’ll call her the next day. I would rather go to her place, fuck her good, and leave with no expectations of speaking to her again. If you think about it, I’m doing these chicks a favor by not leading them on.

As the bartender hands me my drink and change, a girl I’ve never seen before catches my eye at the end of the bar. She has shoulder length dark hair and legs for days. She isn’t dressed like most of the girls here with as little clothes on as possible, but she is sexier than any of them. Girls don’t understand that less isn’t always better, however, it sure makes it quicker when the chick isn’t wearing any panties. At that point, you really don’t even need to take the rest of their clothes off.

I walk over to the mystery girl, knowing that she is tonight’s conquest. When I position myself next to her at the bar, she looks over at me. “Hey, you’re new here, huh?”

Her eyes meet mine and they are this piercing green color. I wonder for a minute if they are contacts. “Is it that obvious?”

I lean in close to whisper in her ear. “Let me show you around the dance floor, you’ll be a regular by the time I’m done with you.” She pulls back to look at me and a smirk crosses her face. This one is gonna be fun.

“Okay, hot shot, let’s see what you got.”

I take her hand, leading her to the middle of the floor. Before she comes to a stop, I pull her against me, her ass pressed against my already throbbing dick. My hands run down her sides, resting on her hip bones. I grind against her, keeping her in place so she feels every inch of me. Her head leans back against my shoulder and I attack her neck with my mouth. When I nip at her skin, she yelps. Not expecting her to move, she escapes me and turns quickly in my arms. I brace myself for her to hit me or call me a dick, it’s been done before. Instead, she surprises me by hooking one of her legs around my waist, causing the dress she’s wearing to ride up dangerously close to her ass.

Her hands grip the hair at the nape of my neck before she leans back, my arm cradling her back, and grinds herself on me. I groan, not expecting her to be as forward as she is. This girl is desperate for my dick, and who am I to deny her? I can feel the heat radiating off of her. You would think I'm freeing her pussy from years of being locked away. I can’t take this shit anymore. Dancing is usually my tool to get them horny enough to want to fuck, but this chick doesn’t need any encouragement.

I take her hand, surprising her and jolting her from the sexual zone she had been in. We walk toward the back door, aiming for my car in the parking lot. She pulls my hand, bringing me to a stop and rests her back against the wall. “Where are we going?”

“To your place,” I trail my hand down her body, stopping on her pussy and stroking it. “That way I can give this pussy the dick you’ve been begging for.”

Her breath catches as I stroke her up and down. “I shouldn’t do this. I have someone at home waiting for me.”

“Yeah, and I have a fucking goldfish at home, sweetheart.” She looks at me, confusion prominent in her eyes. “Sorry, I thought we were talking about shit that didn’t matter.”

If I can’t go to her place, then we go to plan B. Before she can respond, I walk her back into the club. I find Matt, the owner, and slip him a hundred dollar bill. He nods at me and I pull her up the steps, practically running from the anticipation of sinking myself into her. I open the door to Matt’s office. He and I went to college together and there have been a handful of times that I didn’t want to let a chick go but couldn’t go back to her place. Since I refuse to let these girls know where I live, half of them would probably show up at my door with Voodoo dolls, Matt has let me use his office for a fee.

As soon as we enter his office, I kick the door shut and have her up against it in seconds.  Keeping one hand on her hip, I reach over and turn the lock. Gripping her ass, I  lift her up, causing her legs to wrap around me. Her perky tits are right in front of my face. “Pull your dress down.” She doesn’t respond but immediately pulls the straps of her dress and bra down her arms. “Stop,” I say before she can free herself from her bra. I run my tongue over the outline of her bra, causing her to shiver and grind her pussy against my cock.

I grip the flimsy lace in my teeth, pulling down and causing her tit to pop out. When I take her nipple in my mouth she moans, and it is so damn sexy. I can’t take not being inside her anymore and carry her over to the black leather couch. I let her slide down my front, slowly letting my fingers drag over her skin. Without a word, I spin her around and push her down so her stomach is resting on the arm of the couch. “You better find something to hold onto, cause there is no way this will be nice and fucking easy.”