Page 11 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
I slide my hand down her side, gripping her hip. She’s so soft, so pliant, trembling under me. I kiss her again, hard. Claiming.
I can’t believe she’s letting me do this. Letting me touch her.
But that doesn’t stop the need clawing its way up inside me, urging me on. I grind against her. She feels so damn good. Her scent envelopes me.
But she doesn’t feel nearly close enough.
I need to be inside her. I need her cunt gripping my cock. I need to hear her scream my name as she comes all over my dick.
And I’m about to go fucking insane if I can’t have it.
My mouth leaves hers and trails across her jaw, down her throat. The taste of her skin is sweet, like sugar. She gasps and bucks beneath me, and my fingers dig into her flesh.
“You want me, princess?” I growl against her neck. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes.”
Good. Because there’s no fucking way I can hold back.
I’m already halfway to the brink, my dick throbbing and pulsing between her thighs. And when I shift just right, her legs spread wider, and my tip catches on her entrance again.
But this time, I can’t stop.
I push into her.
Her pussy is so wet, so tight, that it takes a second to get the head in. But then her lips stretch around me, and I push harder, groaning, nudging against the resistance of her virginity.
Her breath stutters and she lets out a soft, hurt noise.
My heart squeezes and I lean in, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, trying to distract her from the pain.
“Relax, princess. Let me in. Let me take you.”
Her chest is heaving, and her fingers dig into my arms. Her teeth are buried in her lower lip. But after a few moments, the tension slowly eases from her body, and she melts beneath me.
“Lachlan, please...”
I groan and push in farther. There’s still resistance, but her tight heat gives way to my girth, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her, as deep as I can go.
The pressure of her cunt clamping down around me is almost enough to make me come. I pause, gritting my teeth. Breathing hard. Giving us both time to adjust.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight.”
“It’s so... I’m so full.” Her hips squirm and her walls flutter around me. “You feel so big.”
My chest swells with pride, and I capture her mouth in a searing kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair. Her tits are smashed against my chest, and her hips lift, begging.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I start moving.
I fuck her slow and deep. It’s so intense. She’s so tight, so perfect, and the way she feels beneath me has my balls tightening already, eager to spill their load inside her.
Her head’s tipped back, lips parted, and I watch her face, drinking in the sight of her. Her skin’s flushed. Sweat glistens at her temples. Her hair’s a mess around her head, and her lips are swollen from my kisses.
So fucking beautiful.
And all fucking mine.
“Fuck, princess.” I groan, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. “This cunt’s so good. It’s all mine. Nobody else is going to fuck this tight pussy. Only me.”
