Page 31 of Her Rugged Guardian

She fought my desire to yank back control, the little vixen wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. I threw my head back, taking what sounded like my very last breaths before fading into oblivion. How long had it been since a woman had touched me, let alone allowed me to fuck her? Jesus. Even her fingers were scintillating. When she lifted my cock, blowing across my cockhead again, I was certain I would come on the spot. That’s how excited I was, my balls so swollen I was in complete pain.

I managed to kick out of the tight confines, half laughing as I gasped for air. She did that to me.

“Fuck, yes.” I tangled my fingers in her hair all over again, keeping her close as she darted her tongue across my sensitive slit. She did it twice more and that’s all it took for pre-cum to ooze to the surface, which she licked off hungrily. “Your mouth is so hot. So freaking wet.”

“Mmmm…”

I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before lowering my head, trying to blink away the cobwebs if that was even possible. While the storm raged outside, the puppy appropriately named Moose napping on a fluffy bed, I was indulging in pure sin with a woman I barely knew. What the hell in life could be better?

The thought brought another raging wave of desire shooting through every tense muscle. The way she dragged her tongue down the underside of my cock was just as filthy as the moment her mouth open wide and her tongue somehow managing to curl around a portion of my shaft. I hadn’t been this hard or throbbing to this point in years either but as she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking up to meet her mouth, I was fearful I’d lose my load.

That couldn’t happen, at least not for the first time.

She shoved her hand between my legs, cupping and squeezing my balls.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Now all I could do was curse, incapable of putting together a single sentence. I rubbed my face with my other hand, still keeping a firm hold on her hair with the other. The moment she pressed her hot, wet lips against my testicles, I was one hundred percent positive I was going to lose my load.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There was nothing better I liked that having a woman deep-throat me. Well, almost. The truth was that I’d always enjoyed feasting on a woman’s pretty pink pussy, making her feel like the queen she was. Most women didn’t appreciate the time I enjoyed taking or the need to make her come more than once.

However, I had the distinct feeling no man had ever made this beauty feel spectacular and I was determined to be the first. After sucking on one she moved to the other and the tendons in my calves were ready to snap given my level of tension.

She pulled my ball out of her mouth, the exaggerated popping sound forcing a series of growls from my throat.

I was certain she giggled before licking in zigzags up the length of my shaft, instantly opening her mouth wide, taking me down by several inches. I took full control, even if I knew I would lose it soon enough in an entirely different way, fucking her mouth like a beast would. I was thrusting so hard, the tip hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging sound filtering into my ears a reminder I was a damn brutal man.

Only a few seconds, I was so worried I’d erupt in her mouth that I pushed her back by the shoulders, wiping my arm across my mouth.

My sweet Cinnamon Girl remained sitting back on her haunches, looking up at me playfully, which was a far cry different than any look she’d given me before.

“What now, Mr. Grinch?”

I dropped to my knees with a heavy thud, forcing Moose to finally lift his head, thumping his tail as if excited to see what we were going to do.

“What now?” I repeated.

“Yep. I think I deserve to know.”

As I curled my finger around one of her long strands of hair, she shuddered audibly.

“Okay. Then I’ll tell you. I’m going to feast on your sweet pussy. After that, I’m going to enjoy fucking you the way you deserve to be fucked. Long and hard and multiple times.”

CHAPTER 10

Cassandra

If two hours ago someone had told me I’d have the cock of the man I’d been determined to hate down the back of my throat, I would have called them a liar first followed by several expletives. Add on that this guy was a complete stranger, someone who could be a serial killer for all I knew, and the reality was that I was playing with fire.

But damn, his forceful touch had awakened something deep inside of me I hadn’t even known existed. I was thrown by how much I wanted him, his filthy words sending another wave of electric current into every cell and muscle. I was more alive than I’d felt since… no, I wasn’t going down that ugly road. I’d done that to myself far too many times over the last few months. I was finished living in the past.

The old adage that if I wanted to get over some asshole, all I needed to do was get under a sizzling hot man was truer than I’d ever wanted to believe.

Now with him on his knees, both of us in front of the fire, I allowed my gaze to fall to his thick cock all over again, licking my lips in appreciation. My jaws ached from what limited time he’d thrust his shaft into my mouth. I wasn’t certain how the hell my pussy was going to handle his thick girth.

Jake’s nostrils were flared, every sound he made as close to being barbaric as this girl had ever heard. So far, he’d said all the right things, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Sadly, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe he was impotent. Or maybe he was married. Oh, God. That couldn’t be true. I was many things but not a homewrecker. I wanted to ask before thinking that Millie would have told me. Right?

Nope. I had to be sure.

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