Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 3 – Chapter 33

My moans were muffled as Cillian’s thick cock entered my mouth once again. Erotic sounds of his low groans and the buzzing of wand around my pussy were pushing me into a lust-crazed frenzy with each passing second.

His hand wrapped around my neck, making my hips buck and thighs tremble. “Such a good fucking Doll,” he growled, sliding in deeper and making me gag. “Put your wand on your clit.”

I didn’t listen because I was too overwhelmed by the strong vibrations. I whimpered around his girth when he pinched my nipple with his other hand.

“I’m not asking. Now.”

The threat in his voice was real, and a small part of me wanted to disobey and see what he would do. I clenched around the foreign object in my butt, and another moan muffled out of me because the sensation felt so weird yet so fucking good. I moved the wand on my clit and groaned, snapping my legs shut.

“Open your legs,” Cillian growled, pulling out of my mouth and letting me breathe as I blinked hazily at him. His dick was hard with veins around it.

I parted my legs again and leaned up to lick the piercing on the underside of his tip. He pushed inside me again, my throat relaxing around him when he fucked my mouth. I was on the verge of orgasm, slowly rocking my hips over the buzzing wand and clenching the plug that felt way too full inside me.

“Don’t cum yet, Doll,” he warned me, his voice getting deeper and breathier as his cock grew bigger inside me and I knew he was close.

I relished in the pleasure and moved the wand around my lips, the plug making it more intense. Cillian’s fingers twisted on my nipples, tugging them gently as he got close. I gasped loudly when he pulled out of my mouth and spurted his hot cum all over my breasts and stomach.

I melted into the bed when he straightened me up and left my side for a few seconds. I kept the wand beside me, turning it off, and met the blue eyes of a sexy woman in bed from the ceiling. That was me. I licked my lips, my jaw aching a little. Cillian was big. I gazed at how unabashedly hot and horny I looked with wetness seeping out of my sensitive pussy and flushed breasts covered in release.

My breathing was still heavy when Cillian came back. He had closed the curtains for the audience, announcing that we both needed more privacy.

“You good, Doll?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he started unbuttoning his shirt and stripping out of his clothes and removing his mask.

I nodded, my tongue too heavy to form any words. I was too busy shamelessly checking his muscular body covered in tattoos. His broad shoulders, piercings on nipples, chiseled abs and thick thighs.

“Drink.” He handed me a bottle of water, his fingers tugging off my mask. I licked my lips when he gently wiped my stomach and chest with wipes. “I would love to keep you covered in my cum, but we are not in the privacy of my suite. Next time.” His eyes were burning with promise.

I emptied half of the bottle and peered at him. “Why did you close the curtains?” My voice was sultry and heavy. Every inch of my body was relaxed, yet electrified and curious. Anticipation rolled through me, and I wanted to pull him closer, wanted him to slide inside my wet heat and fuck me.

Cillian caressed my cheek, the pads of his fingers light. His touch was so soft and gentle, I melted into his warm hand. “Because I don’t want anyone to see the face you make when your pretty cunt creams on my cock,” he whispered, lowering his hand to my neck, my breast, and lightly squeezing it.

I arched into his touch, wanting more.

“How does the plug feel, Doll?” he asked, rolling his fingers around my areola. “Does it hurt?”

I clenched, biting my lip and shook my head. “I-it feels good. I feel full.”

His expression changed, pinching my nipple and making me moan. “Yeah? Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

My heavy-lidded eyes blinked at him, his handsome face, his scarred lips. “No,” I licked my lips and spread my legs, “Fuck my pussy first.”

“Of course, Doll,” he said, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. I was on his lap and moaned when his bulge brushed against my sensitive clit. The pressure of friction sending delicious pleasure all over my body.

“I want you to look at yourself,” he demanded, settling me on his thick thighs with my back to him so I faced the mirror in front of us. I squirmed on his lap, his feet on the floor as his large hands spread my legs wider, so I had to lean on him to support myself.

Just like in the car, but we were both naked. My ass was full and there was a large mirror in front of us.

“Look,” he grabbed my thigh, spanking me lightly for not listening to him. “Look and tell me how sexy you look, Doll.”

My eyes burned, and I shook my head. His fingers brushed over my clit, and I bucked my hips to him, but he slid them lower, dipping them into my wetness.

“See your pretty pussy.” His voice was so deep and velvety. I could melt listening to his sexy voice. “Fuck, Doll. Can you see how turned on you are right now? Hm?”

I nodded, my body trembling when he kept rubbing, teasing me with light touches. He kept up his dirty talk, his other hand touching, squeezing, pinching me everywhere until I was grinding on his hard boner. His fingers were drenched in my juices and I was whimpering for more.

“Fuck me, Cillian, please,” I cried out when he stopped again, kissing my neck.

“Shh, Doll,” he said, gliding his hands over my curves, admiring me and my body. I could see the fiery heat in his dark eyes when I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was turned on by me. By my body. “Let me get a condom, and then I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”

He was about to lift me up when I squeezed his forearm, stopping him. “I’m on pills.” I looked over my shoulder to meet his gaze. “Fuck me. I don’t care if you cum inside me. I want you to fill me up, Cillian.”

“I’m sterile but…,” he paused, his hands dug into my skin and his gaze darkened. “Are you sure, Emma?”

Not Doll. He was serious.

I nodded, kissing him gently and peered at him from my lashes. “Cum inside me.”

His hand tangled into my hair as he kissed me again, pulling away only when he needed oxygen. “Tell me to breed you, Doll. Tell me to fill your pretty cunt with my cum.”

My mouth parted and if I could, I would’ve cum right then and there, hearing his filthy words. But I had never been so turned on before.

Breeding without the risk of pregnancy and having him… fuck.

My nails squeezed his skin, the muscles and tattoos on his forearm clenching when I raised my chin and said, “Fuck me, Cillian. Fill me up and breed me.”