Page 14 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
It’s incredible, watching him, knowing I’m doing this to him. Knowing that I have this effect on him.
I can’t resist.
Reaching down with my free hand, I slide it between my legs, groaning around his cock when my fingers find my clit.
Lachlan’s eyes darken.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he snarls. “The next time you come will be with my head clamped between those sexy thighs of yours, Arabella. Now keep sucking, and I will take care of you soon enough.”
His command sends a shiver through me, and I obey, pulling my hand away from my pussy. I suck him deeper, moving my head up and down, stroking his length with my lips and hand.
His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, and the slight sting is the perfect accompaniment to the pleasure pulsing between my legs.
“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl. Suck me just like that. Make me come. I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth with my cum. Do you want that?”
My answering moan is muffled around him, and the vibration seems to undo him. He jerks in my mouth, his cock pulsing.
“Yes, fuck. That’s it. You’re going to make me come.”
A moment later, he lets out a strangled, half-snarled sound and his release hits the back of my throat. Hot, salty liquid spurts onto my tongue, and I swallow instinctively.
I don’t let up, sucking and licking him until his cock is spent. Then I release him and pull back, sitting up on my knees, gazing up at him with a mix of shyness and pride.
“Christ, princess.” He reaches out, cupping my cheek and running his thumb across my lips. “You’re fucking perfect. How did I get so lucky?”
His praise makes my heart flutter.
“Now it’s my turn, Arabella,” he says, laying down on his back once more. “So get up here and lower yourself down on my face. I want to be covered in you, princess.”
I gasp softly, hesitating even though the thought of doing as he asks sends a rush of heat between my legs.
“Aren’t I... you know... a bit too big for that?” I ask, feeling my face burn. Surely that’s something only skinny girls should be doing.
“No, princess. You’re perfect.” He crooks a finger, beckoning me closer. “Come here. Give me a taste. Now.”
There’s something in his voice that leaves no room for argument, which only makes the heat at my center even more intense.
With shaking legs, I do as he commands, crawling up the bed and straddling his face. His hands grip my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls me down towards his mouth.
“Don’t be shy, Arabella,” he rumbles, his breath teasing the sensitive skin. “Just hold on to the headboard and ride my face as I eat your pretty little cunt.”
Oh, God.
I grip the headboard with both hands, my knuckles turning white, and allow myself to relax against him.
As soon as his tongue finds me, I nearly collapse. He groans against my flesh, the sound sending vibrations through me, and I arch my back, a low, keening cry escaping my lips.
I can’t help but grind against his mouth.
His tongue swirls, teasing and tasting, and then he licks a slow, long line up the length of me, stopping to circle and flick at the bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God. Lachlan,” I gasp, writhing against him, unable to control the movements of my hips.
My whole body feels hot. Like it’s burning. It’s an intense, incredible feeling.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride me. Use my face.”
I don’t even think about it. I just do it, grinding down on his mouth.
