Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 1 – Chapter 6

Emma’s baby blue eyes were wide as she stared at me, noting the reaction on my face when I saw her naked on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed on the dark sheets with her gorgeous curvy body spread open for me to devour. Lick, eat, bite, kiss.

“I can smell how turned on you are, Doll,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. It was hard to maintain or even give a flying fuck about how starved my voice seemed when I had such a pretty feast in front of me. “I could spend hours touching you.”

My hands glided over her pale, creamy skin, squeezing her waist, leaning down to kiss her soft belly before biting it gently. I smirked hearing the sharp intake of her breath and licked the bite mark before kissing her stomach. I loved her body. It was full of softness, silkiness, and warmth.

It seemed that I had lied. I could spend years touching her. Which was a very indecent thought, knowing it would last only for a few more hours and we would never see each other again.

Instead of those thoughts, I focused on her, the sweet sounds that poured out of her when I spent minutes playing with her perfect tits. Fondling them, pinching her nipples until they turned bright pink and licking them, kissing them gently and leaving hickies on her. Maybe it was a little possessive of me, but I wanted her to remember this night, her time with me, at least for the next few days.

“Cillian.” Her soft moan was a delight to my ears when I spread her legs, my hands squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs. A throaty groan rumbled out of me at the sight of her pretty pussy leaking with pearly juices that I couldn’t wait to put my tongue on.

Slow. Take it slow, Cillian.

But it had been years, and I was starving.

“You want me to make you feel good, Doll?” I whispered, brushing light kisses on her sensitive skin and settling between her spread legs, my broad shoulders keeping them wide open.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out, gazing at me with her hazy eyes, her heavy breasts heaving with each breath she took. “Please, Cillian. Don’t make me wait—oh.”

Her head fell back when I flattened my tongue over her pussy, tasting her. Emma moaned, and I growled. I pushed her thighs wider before spreading her slicked lips with my thumb, groaning at the sight of her pink and sensitive clit and licking her again when more arousal seeped out for her.

Fucking heaven.

“Your taste—fuck, I want to eat your pretty cunt for hours,” I groaned, lapping at her wetness. I nudged her clit with my nose and flickered my eyes to her face.

Emma was gasping, small sounds of pleasure pouring out of her when I ate her out, her moans increasing when I teased her opening with a finger. Slowly stroking her pussy and pushing it inside her warmth. My cock stirred at the tight clamp of her walls, gently pulling my finger out before pushing it back in. My mouth was occupied with her sensitive clit, licking it softly and adding another finger to make her comfortable for what was coming next.

Emma

I was in heaven.

Or I had died and went to hell.

Because there was no way any man was this good at eating pussy. Cillian was taking his time with his expert hands, slowly unfurling me and stretching me with his thick tattooed fingers while his hot mouth played with my clit. I didn’t even have to tell him to pay attention to my clit.

He knew what he was doing.

Being gentle and rough in the best ways possible.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, my thighs quivering as pleasure kept growing and growing inside me, ready to explode. I reached down and held on to his soft hair.

His dark eyes flew to my face, and he kept his pace, knowing I was so close, gently stroking his fingers on my G-spot, coaxing me. “Yes, I know you are close, Doll. Cum for me. Cum on my face. Yes—there we go.”

His deep voice surrounded me and I let go, pleasure bursting out of me, white sparks blinding my vision as I rode the delicious orgasm, groaning his name. I moaned when I found his thick dark hair between my thighs, licking me clean, already preparing me for the next climax.

“Cillian,” I said, my voice laced with pleasure. I bit my lip when he pulled away, his nose, lips, and chin covered in my wetness. He licked his lips, and I died at the sight of his scarred, sexy lips tasting me again and again, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. “I want you to fill me up.”

He smirked, his gaze sliding over my naked body as if he was planning how he was going to fuck me. I shivered, watching him throw away his shirt. I heard a small cling of metal, but I was too occupied with the art that was Cillian. His muscles were strong, with a hint of hair and tattoos all over him in a beautiful, intricate design and swirls.

I didn’t even know when I leaned up to touch him, his skin warm and heart beating fast. His jaw was clenched when I slowly raked my nails down his chest, licking at the piercings on his nipples. I touched him there, a hiss of pleasure coming out of his mouth, but he didn’t stop my exploration.

I became confident, flicking my gaze at him and kissing his chest. His pupils were so dark and dilated, full of lust and fire. I kissed his wide pectorals, loving how large and strong he was. And yet shivered when I kissed him gently on his nipples, teasing the piercing with my teeth.

“Emma,” he grunted in a warning, but I didn’t care. I was having fun teasing him like he had all night.

“I like your tattoos,” I whispered, running my hands over his back and leaning so close that my breasts squished against his chiseled body. “I love your piercings, Cillian,” I said, kissing the line of his abs and slowly made my way down until I found his thick cock bulging in his pants and cupped him.

Peering at him through my lashes, I said, “I want to ride you.”

His eyes were burning with heat when I pushed him back on the bed, unzipping him and making a quick work to get rid of his pants. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sexy sight of him leaning against the headboard, covered in tattoos and piercings, with his hard shaft bobbing on his stomach, already leaking with pre-cum.

My throat dried up when he lazily stroked himself, eyeing me and crooking a finger in a come-hither motion. “Crawl here, Doll,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “Ride your pretty cunt on my cock and make yourself cum.”