Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 2 – Chapter 26

I wanted to. I needed to. I had been walking around with bare pussy all day, knowing that he was right behind me. The reason of my dripping wet arousal.

“Will you finger me too?” I whispered, biting my lip when I grew bolder and started slowly rubbing my clit on his thigh.

The pulse on his neck was beating fast, so I leaned down and kissed it. Hearing his sigh, I licked his neck and sucked the skin, biting it. I smirked when he tugged at my hair, glaring at my mouth.

I kept my pace riding his thigh slowly when he rubbed the smudged lip gloss on my bottom lip.

“You’re trouble, Doll. Trying to give me hickeys while you are rubbing your greedy little wet cunt on my thigh like a fucking vixen, hm?”

“Your cock loves it,” I said sweetly, sliding my hand down his pants.

I let out a sharp breath when he flipped me around, my back on his chest, his hot breath brushing on my cheek when he spread my legs, hooking them over his thighs so I couldn’t move them unless he let me.

“Be a good girl and hold your skirt up for me,” he said darkly, my hands trying to replace support other than his thighs, but it was useless. He was too big. So big that he made the expensive car seem small.

When I didn’t obey, he wrapped his hand around my throat, holding it in a gentle but firm grip. “Don’t make a sound and hold your skirt up for me, Doll. Show me how wet your pussy is.”

I eyed the closed divider and slowly held the hem of the skirt, lifting it over my inner thighs and baring myself to him. Thank God we had tinted windows in the car or anyone who passed by would see us.

“Good girl,” he said, his praise flowing from my ears to my entire body, making me shiver in his arms. His hand on my throat slid between my legs. “I wish we could do this in front of a mirror. You’d love how sexy you look right now, Doll.”

I dug my fingers into his forearm when his fingers touched me, and he let out a low groan. “T-touch me more, Cillian,” I said, my voice sultry.

“Of course, Doll,” he said. “I’ll touch you as much as you want.”

His fingers felt so good on my swollen clit that I had to cover my mouth from letting out whimpers of pleasure. Especially when he increased his pace and stopped completely when I was ready to burst with orgasm.

Instead of letting me whine, he lowered his wet fingers and slid them inside me. My thighs shook, and I was completely slumped on his lap, rocking my hips on his hard shaft while he finger-fucked my pussy.

“Fuck Doll. Hear how hot your pussy sounds when you’re so fucking drenched,” Cillian grumbled, rubbing my clit with his thumb while sliding his two digits in and out of me.

I could hear it. The wet squelching sound when he fucked me. The entire back seat smelled like my arousal, and it was so embarrassing yet hot that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

“Shh, Doll,” he shushed me, cupping my mouth. “Be quiet.”

“I’m guffa mmm.” I was trying to say ‘I’m gonna cum’ but it came out muffled, and somehow, Cillian knew that I was close and kept his pace steady.

I eyed his thick tattooed fingers sliding in and out of me, his hand clenching with its hot veins. My eyes rolled back in my head when he started doing the come-hither motion inside my pussy. I clenched his fingers as white fiery lust poured out of me, my moans muffled by his hand. My hips kept bucking as his fingers kept rubbing over my sensitive clit, making me come again in his lap.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whispered, his lips pressing against my temple. “Keep coming for me. Let it all out, Doll. I got you.”

I opened my eyes, surprised to see that my vision was blurry and that his hands were now caressing my trembling thighs and running over my body.

“You okay, Doll?” he asked, his hands freezing on my body before he turned me around. It was annoying how easily he could lift me up and throw me around. I avoided looking at him when he gently held my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Do you want to cum again?” he asked, wiping away the streaks of tears from my face and cupping my cheek. “I can make you come again, Doll. Tell me.”

“I…” I paused, frustrated at being so confused about what I was feeling. My fingers tightened on his shirt and, taking a deep breath, I met his eyes and said, “Kiss me, Cillian. Please.”

I closed my eyes when his lips pressed against mine and I was so frustrated yet overwhelmed at the feel of his soft lips moving against mine. This was unlike any kiss I had ever gotten. It was gentle, exploratory, and full of softness that made my heart calm down.

“You were so good, Emma,” he whispered between the kisses, angling his head to deepen it. “Such a good girl for me.”

I moaned, opening my mouth to him. His sigh shouldn’t have felt so good when I feathered my fingers through his hair. Nor his lips, his tongue, his teeth, biting into my lip and pulling me so close that we were pressed against each other.

His heart was beating as fast as mine, and I wanted nothing more than to stay on his lap and stay in his powerful arms.

“Ma’am, we have reached your home.”

Reality came crashing down on me like a bucket of cold water and we quickly pulled away from each other. Panting for breath with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, I realized I could never have Cillian. He was just a bodyguard and his job was to protect me. Nothing else.

“I-I’ll be out in a minute,” I stuttered, replying to the driver and looking out of the window to see the other two cars parked in the manor’s driveway.

Fuck no.