Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 1 – Chapter 5

Emma obeyed, parting her pouty pink lips after wetting them with her tongue. I had to ignore the itch to fist her pretty blonde curls and thrust inside her welcoming mouth.

Her soft fingers wrapped around my girth, a deep groan eliciting from my throat when she pumped me slowly before taking me in her mouth. I relished the warmth and wetness, exhaling sharply when she gave small cat licks to the head, playing with the piercing.

Fucking tease.

With a low growl, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her head back and holding her jaw. I leaned down and said, “Stop teasing me. It won’t end well, Doll.” She trembled, but I continued with my firm voice, “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”

She nodded, her throat bobbing.

“Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”

She obeyed and her eyes widened when I spit on her tongue. When she didn’t tap my thigh or pulled away, I tightened the hold on her hair, noting the little tremble.

“Good girl. You are going to hold my cum in your mouth like this until I tell you to swallow.”

When she nodded, her eyes going hazy, I dipped down and kissed her. It was a messy, rough kiss full of little bites that left us both panting. I pulled back and straightened up, loving the dazed look on her face. As if she couldn’t get enough of the kiss and touching me. It was a heady sensation to know that she felt the same way I did. I wanted to kiss and devour her.

Emma’s eyes flickered to me when she hollowed her cheeks before swallowing me and the sight of my cock disappearing inside her mouth sent delicious shivers rolling over my body. She wasn’t playing around this time by teasing me. Her mouth was fucking heaven, and I loved the little hums of her moans that went straight to my balls.

“So good.” I growled, “You are being so good for me, Doll.”

Emma moaned, her lids fluttering hearing the praise. Her hand on my thigh was trying to hold on to me as if she was desperate to suck me. Her sharp black nails dug into my thigh and I had to restrain the animalistic need of fucking her mouth. My balls were full and tight, ready to shoot my release inside her, but I held back. I wanted to last longer and watch her, take her in. But it had been so long…

She looked so fucking beautiful, her baby blue eyes piercing me with so much heat that it was a miracle I was able to control myself for that long. Her eyes were gleaming with tears and her eye makeup was smudging the corner of her eyes, yet I had never seen anyone with her beauty and… fuck—the way she sucked my cock was fucking art.

Emma pulled away, her lips wet and swollen as she took a deep breath, and moving her hair over her shoulder, she dipped down and took me all the way inside her mouth. I sighed her name, feeling the tightness of her throat. Tears trailed down her face, but she was a woman on a mission and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Fuck.

I groaned, throwing my head back when she deep-throated me. My balls were so full and aching. I fucked her mouth, my hips jerking as I held her face close, shooting my seed inside her. Tremors of orgasm exploded through me, my muscles clenching as she kept her hot mouth on me.

“Such a good girl,” I grunted, sighing when I was all spent and pulled back, eyeing the pretty mess. Her blonde hair was mussed, mascara running down her face and my cum spilling from the corner of her mouth.

“You can swallow, Doll.”

Her throat bobbed, her eyes sparkling with a potent emotion that made my softening dick twitch. I tucked myself in my pants and knelt across her.

“You did so well, pretty girl,” I said, dabbing away the tears with my napkin and helping her clean up.

Emma

I licked my lips, relishing in the musky male taste that was Cillian. He wasn’t what I had expected underneath the suit. He had tattoos and a Jacob’s ladder on his cock that had felt like heaven and hell when I had deep-throated him. Not to mention the way he had held me, spit on my tongue and then kissed me.

I held back a shiver, squeezing my thighs together when he leaned closer to run the soft cloth over my neck and cleavage. I couldn’t believe the man. He had fucked my mouth seconds ago and now he was being so gentle with me, touching me like I was fine China.

And yet, his eyes burned with more lust, way darker than before.

He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and tilted my chin to him. “Are you okay, Doll?”

I nodded, my eyes raking over his large frame. Licking my lips, I closed the distance between us and said, “I want you.”

His eyes darkened, but he remained silent.

I didn’t care. I wanted him. Now.

“How do you want me, Doll?” he rumbled, his voice husky. He smelt so good.

I had never wanted a man so badly.

I touched his face, caressing his cheekbone and five o’clock shadow. My cheeks turned hot when I thought about the little stubble grazing against the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My eyes lowered, so did my hand, and he let me touch him. My thumb grazed over the scar that ran through the corner of his lips.

I shivered under the heat of his gaze, my pussy burning with aching need. I licked my lips. “I…” My voice was too breathy, so I cleared my throat and tried again, “I want your face between my legs. I want you to eat me out.”

His onyx eyes flared with lust, and I didn’t have a second to gather myself when he pounced on me like a predator finally mauling his prey. Oh god. I moaned when he swallowed my gasp, kissing me and biting my lip like he was waiting all night for me to say those words to him.

A whimper tore out of me when my back pressed against something soft, but I was too consumed in the way Cillian devoured me with his rough, passionate kisses. When I was breathless, he pulled back only to torture me with pleasure with his sinful mouth on my neck, biting and licking it.

“C-Cillian!” A broken moan, and he paused, his hot breath fanning over my bare skin. I concluded that I was on the four-poster bed with him hovering above me despite not knowing when and how he moved me here.

His calloused hands brushed over my arms, sensitizing my skin with his hot touch. “Your skin is so fucking soft,” he grumbled, his eyes roving over my dressed figure. A scowl etched his handsome face, and he looked like a villain ready to kill anyone who stood in his way. Good thing I’ve always had the hots for the villain. “You are wearing too much.”

“Then strip me out of this dress.” My voice was sultry and barely audible.

His fingers paused their exploration, and he gave me a dark look. “Remember,” he said softly, leaning down when his large hands trailed over my back. I arched my back to him, to give him access to unzip the dress, and he continued, “You asked for this.”

I frowned, and the frown turned into a loud gasp when the fabric of the dress ripped, the sound echoing in my ears, and I stared in both horror and awe when Cillian tore my expensive dress into two pieces. Each of his hands had one long piece of fabric that he threw away, ignoring the look on my face and shamelessly staring at my naked body.

“Fucking hell, Doll,” he growled, his eyes drinking me in.

“That was Valentino,” I said, replaceing my voice. “You ripped a—”

“I don’t fucking care.” His blazing eyes pinned me back on the bed. “I’ll buy you more expensive dresses if I’m the one tearing them off of your gorgeous body.”

My eyes were wide, goosebumps skittering all over my naked body when he licked his lips, a small smile curling on them. “Now… where were we? Something about my face between your pretty thighs, yeah?”

I hummed because my voice had died and I couldn’t think when he gazed at me like I was a renaissance art.

Oh Jesus.