Page 32 of Her Guardian
My anger earlier wasn’t entirely about her, but it was a lot more about her than I admitted. Because I failed. I made her my job, even when she wasn’t, and I didn’t do it well.
That’ll never happen again. Nobody will touch her except me. Ever. This isn’t a one-night stand, where I claim her innocence and forget all about her. This isn’t a moment of comfort in a lonely storm. This is what I want—what I need.
And I’m not going to fight it anymore.
“Boyd… Boyd, please…” Sarah whimpers, her weak arms pushing against me.
She’s spent. I’ve claimed every orgasm I can with my tongue. But I’m far from finished.
I raise my head and watch her shuddering breathing while her essence runs down my chin and drips onto the mattress. I release my grip on her thighs, feeling the tension leave her body.
“Had enough?” I tease.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, gasping for air. “That was… fucking incredible. But there’s nothing left.”
“Oh, there’s plenty left, Sarah,” I say in a low voice, dragging a hand through my beard and inhaling her scent.
I lean forward and stare into her eyes. Her words say there’s nothing left, but the flicker behind her exhausted gaze tells thereal story. She knows we’re not done. She doesn’t want us to be done.
“I’ll give you a choice,” I say, dragging a finger across her lips. “You can have me here…” My other hand cups her pussy and I give it a gentle slap that makes her jolt. “Here…” My finger slides through her slickness and between her cheeks. I keep going until I feel her puckered hole. “Or here.”
“Not there!” Sarah squeaks.
“You choose first. I’ll choose second.” I lean forward even more, my face inches from hers. “And you’llbegfor the third.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, tensing a little.
“You’re going to be mine in every way,” I growl. “I warned you. Now choose.”
I don’t know what it is about Sarah that captivates me, but I’m woven in her web. Her lovely laugh. The way her breath quickens right before the moment of ultimate bliss. Her pretty blue eyes. The flickers that say so much, even when her lips don’t.
But they have to say something now.
“My mouth,” she whispers and my dick throbs in my pants.
A smart choice. It leaves the next one to me, but it gives her time to recover after being ravaged by my tongue. Her blue gaze darts to my crotch for a moment and she swallows hard. She felt me earlier when I spanked her. I didn’t try to hide what her punishment was doing to me. That means she already has an idea of what she’s getting into.
I shift myself on the bed and lie back against the pillow. Sarah doesn’t move, but her hand traces my leg. After a few moments pass, I look down at her expectantly.
“What are you waiting for?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Oh, I thought you were… taking a break before you shoved it in,” she murmurs, pushing herself up.
“Not the first time,” I chuckle. “But I’m not a patient man, so don’t keep me waiting unless you want me to turn your ass red… again.”
“No,” she whispers, but when her gaze meets mine, I see a grin teasing the edge of her lips.
Sarah’s fingers move up my legs. Her touch is timid and hesitant. She’s mentally preparing herself for something she’s never had before. Her tongue slides across her lips and it makes my dick twitch.
The color returns to her cheeks, and excitement radiates in her eyes. She’s happy with her choice, even though she’s timid. I get more comfortable on the bed and relax everything except for my cock. It’s pushing against my pants so hard it feels like the fabric around the zipper will rip at any second.
“Fuck,” I groan, when her nails finally drag across my balls and tease my shaft.
“So, this is why they call youBigBoyd?” she laughs, biting her bottom lip and fumbling with my belt.
“Might be the only time I like hearing it,” I growl. “I’ll give you a pass this time,littleSarah.”
“I still don’t like that,” she pouts playfully, but the grin doesn’t leave her face.
