Page 63 of Her Guardian
Boyd tangles my hair around his fist and pulls me back to my feet. The intensity in his stare reflects a hunger my mouth could never satisfy. He pushes me against the wall of the elevator and starts kissing my neck, one hand moving my head so he can have easier access to my quickening pulse while his other roams my body.
“Boyd…” I whimper when his hand digs into the waistband of my jeans and unfastens them.
Boyd undresses me while his lips tease my skin and heat radiates through my core. Arousal pools between my legs before he strips off my damp panties. As soon as I’m naked, both of his hands move to my ass. He lifts me, pushes me back against the wall, and guides his cock to my entrance. I’m so wet he easily slides inside me, making me gasp as the fullness makes me feel complete again.
“This is what you’ve missed, isn’t it?” he murmurs into my ear, driving his length into me.
“Yes, yes,” I pant, feeling the pressure already building. “But I missed you, too. I was worried about you.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he rasps, picking up speed and driving his dick into my g-spot. “I’ll always come back to you. You’re mine, Sarah. That means I’m yours, too.”
I hold onto his shoulders while he slams me into the wall with quick, bone-rattling thrusts. I gasp and groan with pleasure. I didn’t expect him to take me right here in this elevator, but itfeels so good I don’t care if I’m being driven into the wall each time he goes deep.
“Don’t stop,” I cry into his ear, digging my nails into his shoulders. “It feels so fucking good!”
“You can’t even take an elevator ride without begging for my cock, can you?” he growls.
“No,” I gasp again, feeling the pressure get tight in my core for a moment before it releases and turns into a beautiful orgasm. “Oh, fuck!”
The euphoria courses through my veins as Boyd makes me come on his thick cock. I can tell he’s far from done, and as soon as the first orgasm fades, a second one tears through me.
“You didn’t ask permission to come,” he scolds sarcastically, squeezing my ass. “Looks like you need your ass spanked again.”
I’m completely at his mercy, just like I am every time he takes me. Boyd pulls out, turns me around and presses my face to the wall. I barely manage a whimper before the slaps begin stinging my ass. I take several before my hips involuntarily twitch away from his hand.
“Ow,” I whimper. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“Let’s see if a good, hard spanking will help you remember,” he says, his hand coming harder and faster.
Despite the stinging pain, my body reacts to the spanking. I get wetter each time the crack of his hand echoes a split second before the fire spreads across my reddening cheeks. I twist on my toes as fresh arousal drips from my folds. Boyd’s hand stays clamped on the back of my neck, holding me against the wall so I can’t do much more than squirm while he punishes me.
“You’ll learn,” he says, finally stopping the spanking and squeezing my spanked flesh. “Or you’ll go to bed with a red ass every night.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper again, grinding my ass against his hand. “Please. I need you now more than ever.”
“I can tell,” he smirks, moving his hand between my legs and rubbing my wetness. “This tight pussy needs to be fucked hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I mewl. “And I need permission to come, because I won’t last long.”
“All you had to do was ask,” he says, guiding his cock back to my entrance and pushing into me.
“Oh, sweet mercy!” I squeal, feeling the orgasm building before the thrusts even begin.
Boyd drives his cock into me relentlessly once the orgasm begins, like he wants to make me come as many times as possible now that I’ve asked for permission. The pleasure makes me forget all about the spanking, but the sting still lingers, and only seems to heighten my arousal.
My eyes water and my vision blurs. The elevator fills with the scent of our lust. I’m so wet it’s not only running down my thighs, but there’s a spot on the carpet beneath my spread legs. Boyd’s thick erection slams into me while the orgasms chain together into euphoric bliss.
“Feel that?” he grinds out. “You’re about to make me come so fucking hard!”
“Yes! Yes!” I scream. “Boyd!”
His hardness plunges deep inside me and pulsates against my g-spot. I erupt with yet another orgasm and Boyd meets it with a rush of his hot, sticky seed. My walls tremble and spasm on his length while he pulsates into me.
“As soon as we get back to the room, you’re mine again,” he growls, slapping my ass before pulling out.
My face is flushed red. I’m trembling from the number of orgasms. I nearly stumble when I put on my shoes, but Boyd holds me steady. After we’re dressed, he smudges the spot on the carpet until it’s mostly unrecognizable and hits the button to let the elevator continue to my floor.
As soon as the doors open, he pushes me forward, but keeps a grip on my arm.
