Page 39 of Her Guardian
His cock hardens again after a few quick strokes, and I hover close to another beautiful release. I have no control over it. The only thing I can do is take it, so I do, screaming his name as more orgasms quake through my body.
But Boyd wants more, so he takes them from me, just like I’m taking his hard, throbbing dick. My body is no longer my own. It’s an extension of Big Boyd—an extension he seems rather fond of.
Especially right now.
“I-I… Oh, sweet mercy! Sweet mercy!” I scream.
“No mercy for you, little girl,” he hisses. “None at all.”
Boyd slaps my ass several times, then moves both hands to my hips and drives himself into me so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but I wouldn’t ask him to stop if he tore me wide open. I don’t want any mercy, despite what I said. I want every bit of his roughness and dominance.
And that’s exactly what I get.
Boyd fucks me like he can’t get enough of me. I’m so spent I’m almost numb, but his ravenous appetite for more is as big as the man himself.
I feel him getting close, and as soon as my orgasm meets his, I don’t have to wonder if he’s done. He’s not. He doesn’t even miss a beat and keeps hammering his length into me while I make sure a lot of people in the rooms around us don’t get a moment of peace with my writhing, screaming pleasure.
I guess that isn’t unusual in a city painted with sin. I’m one of the sinners now. Tainted beyond any deity’s reach. Caught in the clutches of Big Mafia Boyd. Where is this going? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this moment—right now. The best moment of my life.
“Oh, I can’t… Not again!” I shake so hard my body thunders harder than my heart as another orgasm is ripped out of my core.
“Fuck, yes, again,” he orders. “I’m far from finished with you. You haven’t even startedbeggingyet.”
Boyd fills me with more hot seed and his movements slow. I dare to take a deep breath as I come down from the incredible peak. Then I feel his fingers in my wetness, and he traces his way to my bottom hole. He rubs the tight ring, and I tense up.
“Boyd, I’m… I’m not sure about this part,” I whisper, a flicker of fear radiating through the bliss.
“I’m sure,” he rasps, then he pushes his finger past the ring. “Now be a good girl and beg for me to fuck your ass or I’m going to leave some handprints on it that will still be there tomorrow.”
“Oh, sweet mercy, oh, jeez,” I whimper, feeling the pressure as his finger goes deeper.
I’m still unsure, but I know what Boyd wants. What he’sdemandingof me. I don’t know how to resist or say no, so I do the only thing I can.
I beg.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please fuck my ass.”
“Good girl,” he praises, then he starts pumping his finger into my tightest hole while his cock hardens inside my pussy.
Despite the urgency in his demand, he takes his time to make sure I’m ready. I get used to one finger before the second one pushes in. It makes me gasp, but it doesn’t hurt, and the arousal slowly begins to build inside me until I seem to be craving it as much as him.
“Please do it now,” I beg, pushing back against the penetration. “Please fuck my ass.”
Boyd gently pulls his fingers free and then I get a rush of emptiness as he yanks his cock out of my pussy and guides it to the only part of my body he hasn’t claimed.
“Oh! Ah!” I groan as he pushes into my ass.
“All fucking mine,” he says, slowly sinking into my bottom hole.
My fingers tighten on the bedspread again. I tense up, but do my best to relax. Boyd is careful, but determined, and when he’s all the way in, I feel an entirely different kind of fullness. It’s not unpleasant, but there is no pleasure, even when he starts to gently nudge his hardness into me.
“I didn’t tell you to stop begging,” he snaps.
I repeat the words he wants to hear, and his thrusts get a little harder. I take them with winces and groans until he getsa rhythm going. The rhythm brings a hint of pleasure as the vibrations tease my walls. I keep begging and he keeps building up speed.
“Oh… oh, wow,” I mutter, feeling the trembles of pleasure build. “Please… don’t stop!”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, driving himself into me even harder. “Now I want you to come for me.”
