Page 38 of Her Guardian
Boyd keeps thrusting and throbbing, going a little deeper each time while I get more comfortable with the sensation and fullness. When I feel his pelvis against my well-spanked ass, aloud groan is forced from my throat, and I push back against him.
This feels right. So right, it makes me feel complete, like this is the missing piece to every puzzle that makes up my life. It’s the heat of the moment, and I realize that, but the feeling still lingers. It toys with my mind as Boyd digs his fingers into my hips and pulls back for another thrust. I take it with a gasp and meet his next one with a quick jerk of my hips.
“You were made to be mine, Sarah,” he growls. “Made to bring excitement back to my miserable fucking life.”
“Boyd…” I groan, feeling his thrusts get faster. “Oh, sweet mercy!BigBoyd!”
“Damn right,” he growls louder, the sound rumbling through his body until I feel it in my core. “So big that I’m going to have to come multiple times before I can pull out of this tight fucking pussy.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling my g-spot blossom just like the rest of my flower. “Oh, wow!”
Boyd’s thrusts get harder and faster. I’m reduced to a moaning, mewling, arousal-drenched mess with my face against the mattress. Boyd’s right hand tightens on my hip. His other one moves along my back until he’s pushing on the back of my neck. He holds me steady, so that I can’t move, and unleashes his fury.
Hard, bone-rattling thrusts get driven into me. Sweet pulses of bliss radiate from my core and cause pressure to build deep inside my body. This is different from the pleasure I felt from his tongue—much different from what I felt when I was teasing myself with my finger. This is like an explosion of grandeurmixed with the best feeling imaginable. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Is this what it means to be his? To feel his roughness owning and dominating me. To give him parts of my body I never imagined giving anyone. To let go of a little freedom, so that I always feel this full and complete, every single day.
The fullness goes deeper than the hard cock pounding into me and sending pleasure shooting through my veins while my heart thunders in my chest. I’ve felt empty in a lot of ways. An empty spot beside me, where Lea used to always be. An emptiness in my soul that no deity seems capable of filling. An empty life, always missing something, even though I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, biting down on the bedspread.
“Come for me, little girl,” he demands. “That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” I yell, my voice muffled by the bunched fabric in my mouth.
The pressure has turned into an ache. I need a release so badly my eyes are watering. Boyd’s thick length goes deep and stays there while he drives himself into my g-spot. I manage several gasps and groans before the pleasure consumes me.
Then I come.
Hard.
“Oh, sweet mercy!” I scream. “Boyd!”
“Thought it was Big Boyd,” he chuckles, slapping my ass so hard it causes the pleasure to spike straight to the peak of bliss.
“Big Boyd!ReallyBig Boyd!” I scream louder.
Boyd keeps a tight grip on my hip and the back of my neck while he slams his cock into my trembling body. The orgasm seems to drag on, like there’s no cliff in sight for this incredible peak. I melt into bliss with my core clenching and releasing shockwaves of euphoria with every throb against my g-spot.
Then I come again.
This eruption of pleasure is so intense my vision goes white. My breath stops. The peak soars higher until I’m floating past the clouds. I experience heavenly joy for the first time in my life, and there is no deity waiting for me. Just a big, thick cock that isn’t slowing down.
Finally, I can breathe.
I scream things I’ve never said. Feel things that were completely unimaginable when I left Pine Grove in hopes of keeping my life spinning. It’s spinning out of control now. Everything is. Even my heart feels like it’s spinning with each thunderous beat.
Orgasm after orgasm lay waste to the freedom I savored so much. The adrenaline and dopamine blend together until I can taste it on every gasp. I’mhis. There’s no doubt in my mind. Boyd has claimed me, marked me, and turned my body in a pleasure-soaked paradise onlyhecan touch.
Nobody else could make me feel this way.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Boyd grunts and his thrusts get erratic, slamming into me with so much fury my body tenses with more pressure.
“Ah!” I scream, feeling him swell inside me as he gets close to his climax.
Boyd’s erratic, powerful thrusts send me over the edge again. I’m so overcome with pleasure it’s hard to tell if I’ve been coming for minutes or hours. But I feelhim. His thick cock shudders, throbs, and then he erupts inside me. His hot seed fills me with warmth and his pulsations against my g-spot force another orgasm to rip through my body.
“I need more,” he snarls, picking up speed, even though it feels like he’s spent. “So fucking much more.”
