Page 32 of Her Rugged Guardian

As he rolled his hands over my shoulders, unclasping my bra, I stuttered twice before getting the question out. “Please tell me you’re not married. Cause if you are, you’re out of here.”

He seemed amused more than anything, the quirky look on his face endearing. “Uh, does it seem like any woman could tolerate me for longer than a few hours? Maybe?”

“You have a good point.” I bit back a laugh, the third or tenth one out of nervousness since he’d kissed me an hour or two before.

“No more talking.”

“What if I do?”

There was something far too enticing about his lack of hesitation when he quickly slapped my bottom three times in rapid succession. There was such intense heat in his eyes that I wasn’t certain they weren’t lasers.

“Ouch,” I muttered, even though all the cracks of his palm did was add to the level of excitement.

He yanked down the straps on my bra, pulling it off completely. I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so comfortable around a man and that was so strange to me. Of all the men I could hunger for, this was the single one who’d enticed me enough to lower my guard.

His chest heaved as he cupped my breasts, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across my already aching nipples. They were hard as pebbles and had been since our first kiss. My condition obviously thrilled him, every sound he made more guttural than the one before. When he lowered his head, I wrapped my arm around his neck, forced to take gasping breaths as he pulled one tender bud into his mouth.

He sucked forcefully, pulling the tender tissue between his teeth, switching to the other only seconds later. The way he swirled his tongue back and forth created more throbbing between my legs. Yet as he pulled away, his eyes glinting in the darkness even though the fire allowed a bright shimmer to shine, I was tossed into uncertainty.

His gaze fell to my thong, both his hands sliding down my waist to my hips. When he slipped his fingers underneath the string of elastic, I bit back a moan. I’d been called so many horrible names for months, told I wasn’t good enough so often, that the agony of the past threatened to unravel my excitement. I bit my tongue as a reminder that I wasn’t that girl any longer and this rugged, dominating man certainly wasn’t Stephen.

As he peeled the thin lace down my legs as I’d done with the thick material of his jeans, a series of stars floated in front of my eyes. I was also slightly embarrassed, feeling more open andvulnerable than I had in a long time. When he swore under his breath, whistling his appreciation, I was elated, feeling stronger.

He lifted his head, his eyes darting back and forth as if looking for approval. I nodded and that’s when he pushed me down to the rug, being more gentlemanly than I thought him capable of by guiding me with his hand pressed against the small of my back. Only when I was lying on the soft surface did he finish removing my thong. Once that was tossed aside, he rubbed the rough pads of his fingers up the length of my legs, staring down at me as if I was nothing more than a feast for the eyes.

However, I sensed he was growing impatient, his dark desire becoming a burden. When he bent my legs at the knee, lifting and pushing them to the sides, I closed my eyes. Now he could tell exactly how wet I was. The strong desire that only continued to build wafted between us and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should be mortified, but I wasn’t.

Was it because of the hunky man or simply that I was finally ready to let go? Okay, so maybe a little of both.

The slight growl he issued forced me to lift my head. I could swear his eyes were dilated and the way he was looking at me, as if he meant to ravish every inch, pulled at what was left of my inhibitions. I’d never been an exhibitionist, preferring sex behind closed blinds and in darker rooms. While the lack of electricity should be something that suited me, I was thankful, even more excited that the firelight cast the rugged man in a powerful glow of bright orange.

As he lowered his head, blowing across my pussy, I pressed my hand to my mouth. I doubted there was anything that could mask the raspy moans already flowing from my mouth, but I was giving it a good college try.

Crazy thoughts continued to flow through my mind like being thankful that I’d painted my toenails flaming red the day before. That I’d worn decent, matching underwear. And that I’d shaved my legs. A laugh bubbled to the surface until he swirled his tongue around my clit. At that point, I fell into a sweet abyss of pleasure, ignoring the nutty thoughts, drifting into a moment that most would consider la-la land.

At least that’s what my bestie would call it and had more than once when expounding on her sexual exploits. Why was it that I had a feeling I’d tease her, going ‘na na, my sex life is better’ the next time we talked?

Suddenly, it was as if Jake knew I didn’t have my mind completely locked on what he was doing. He pressed down my inner thighs, digging his strong fingers into my soft flesh before pulling the tender bud into his mouth. The man was masterful in using his mouth and tongue to bring me to the very edge.

“Oh. Oh… You are… very good… at this.” I no longer recognized my voice, the huskiness entirely different than normal.

“You think, Cinnamon Girl?” he breathed then nipped my clit before dragging his tongue up and down, languishing over my wetness. Everything about the man was scintillating including all the ‘mmms’ slipping from his mouth. He kept his head tilted, watching my reaction as I tossed my head back and forth. I was even bucking in his hold, my body tingling all the way to my toes.

Jake took his time bringing me to the precipice where I was certain a climax would rush into me, then backing off. When he added his fingers to the teasing moments, I bucked hard against him, fighting with the vibrations skittering all throughout my body.

He rolled his index finger around my clit then thrust it past my swollen folds. “So tight. Jesus, you’re tight.”

I wanted to tell him that’s what happened when your ex stopped wanting sex long before the bitter breakup. But I kept my mouth shut, doing nothing more than enjoying the moment.

“You’re driving me… crazy,” I managed when he added a second and third finger, flexing all three, stretching my pussy muscles even as they clenched around the thick invasion. At least it was thick to me. My sinful mind drifted to Jake’s big cock, the taste of his sweet pre-cum lingering. I wondered just how amazing it would feel buried deep inside of me.

When he added a fourth finger, driving into me with savagery, sucking my clit at the same time, my body was filled with adrenaline only seconds before I felt the approaching orgasm.

It was as if a Mack truck had slammed into me going high speed. “Oh. My. God.”

“You’re a bad little girl. Aren’t you?” His words were dripped in deep, sensual vibes, which only added to the incredible moment.

“Uh-huh. Yes, oh, yes.” At that moment, I’d admit to just about anything. As the climax rolled up from my pointed toes, I rose from the rug, a slight scream pushing past my lips. Another fleeting moment of embarrassment rushed into me and I covered my face with my hands as he held tight, licking like a crazed man.

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