Page 18 of Her Bossy Bodyguards

“What are you saying sorry for, Natalie?” Zeke asked, his breath warm on my pussy.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my brain unable to hold onto a single coherent thought with Zeke’s mouth so close to my clit, so close to my folds. “I don’t know what I’m talking about…Zeke!”

I nearly screamed with delight the first time Zeke dragged his tongue along my throbbing clit. His fingers were pressed into my inner thighs, too, holding me in place as he continued to lick, dragging his tongue from my weeping entrance to the bundle of nerves that was sending shockwaves through my system.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

I’d never felt anything like it. Zeke’s tongue was all of my favorite everything, my mind going blurry with ecstasy and desire. I brought my hands down to his hair and twisted my fingers in the strands, my hips gently rocking against his face between my thighs. I never wanted this to end, never wanted to be without this amazing feeling for too long, ever again.

And then, as his tongue swirled across my clit for the umpteenth, perfect time, he cautiously pushed a finger inside of me, too. I was initially tight around the invading digit, but the more he pressed his tongue against my clit, the easier his finger slid in and out of my pussy, like my body was relaxing around him. A moment or two later, and he added another finger, leaving them in place near the back of my pussy.

But when something started to feel tight in my abdomen, my body seemingly on the cusp of coming for him again, he began to rhythmically pump those same fingers in and out of me. His pace was rough and relentless, his fingers nearly sliding all the way out of me before he slammed them right back in.

And this time, I came for him even harder than before, my pussy clenching around his unforgiving fingertips.

When I finally caught my breath, I noticed that he was now sitting at my side, a smile painted on his face. I smiled over at him, too, and nodded down toward my still open thighs, signaling for him to get between them again.

“Yeah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Zeke let out a quiet laugh. “I…actually think we’ve gone far enough for the night.”

“What?” I was puzzled by his suggestion, rising on my elbows as I spoke. “Zeke, I already told you. I want this. I want you to be my first—”

“Natalie, I don’t know if I can.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I start fucking you, I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to stop,” he answered. “I’ve tried to sneak shit past Kingston before, you know. It never works. He always figures it out. Which means that sooner or later, he’s going to figure out that I’m fucking you, too.”

“Fine.” I pretended to brush the whole situation off with a shrug. “If you won’t fuck me, maybe Kingston will.”

“You really think you can change his mind on that one?” Zeke smirked. “Because it seems like he already made a decision.”

“Fine!” I scoffed. “Then I’ll just find some asshole off the street to come fuck me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” I shot right back. “I’m so tired of you two treating me like I don’t know what I want. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? You can’t just grab my ass or go down on me or tell me that you think I’m beautiful and then try to backtrack like I’m the one who’s crazy for wanting to take it to the next level.”

“I’m sorry, Natalie—”

“Save it,” I cut him off as I rose to my feet, already heading for the front door. “I’ll be back after I find some hiker or something to fuck me into next week.”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Zeke roared, soon blocking the door with his body. “You’re still fucking naked, Natalie.”

“I know.” I beamed up at him. “It’s going to make it a lot easier for some rando to just bend me over and—”

“You’ve got a real bratty side to you, you know that?” he growled, his hands going toward my waist to push me back toward the kitchen counter. “You’re just way too used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Not all the time,” I replied. “My life hasn’t been all cupcakes and roses, even though you and Kingston seem to think that I’m just some wilting flower in the corner who can’t handle anything.”

“I never thought that about you,” Zeke said as he lifted me onto the edge of the counter, his palms then spreading my thighs wide apart. “I always knew you were made of something stronger, something with a little more bite.”

Zeke’s fingers went down to his belt, but he suddenly went completely still. “Are you on the pill?”

“I’m on the shot,” I answered. “I started taking it back in high school to help with my hormones. And my acne, too.”

I decided to ask him a question of my own. “Are you clean? When was the last time you got tested?”

“A few weeks before I met you, Ms. Hanson.” He smirked as he finished pulling down his jeans and his boxers, too. “Which was, coincidentally, the last time I fucked anyone else.”

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