SWNOVELS Bossy Bodyguard: Part 1 – Chapter 8
“Yes, Cillian—ah!”
Emma moaned, her voice soft and sultry, full of pleasure when I dragged my dick out to slam inside her perfect pussy. I had to clench my teeth and hold on to her pretty body to keep myself from coming. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts jiggling with each thrust, her warm, curvy body perfect against mine, and her pouty pink lips parted in a soundless gasp.
I kissed her calf on my shoulder, biting the soft skin. I wanted to mark her everywhere. Claim her.
“Touch yourself,” I grunted, filling her up, her walls clamping me. “Rub your pretty clit and make yourself cum again, Doll.”
She obeyed, gliding her hand down her body, but she stopped when I pounded inside her. She was gasping and panting, a thin sheet of sweat glistening on her.
“I—I can’t.” She twisted her face into the sheets, her hands fisting them. “Cillian!”
“Yes, Doll, I got you,” I whispered, leaning down and spreading her legs wider. “I’ll make you cum again, yeah. I know you can.”
Her reply was a muffled groan when I kissed her, slowly rocking my cock inside her as our tongues danced against each other. I was so close, but I wanted to make her orgasm one more time.
Sliding a hand between us, I rubbed her clit and increased my speed. Her eyes widened and her thighs were shaking. I knew she was on the edge as well, so I rolled my hips and kept my pace, making sure to rub my piercing over her G-spot, knowing how much she loved it.
Just when I felt her pussy spasming around me with her orgasm, I climaxed as well, filling her up with my cock and groaning her name as my body shook with white hot pleasure. I stroked her shaking legs, letting her ride out the aftershocks, and slowly pulled out before dropping beside her, panting at the ceiling.
Fuck. That was one of the best sex of my life.
My body tensed when her hand landed on my chest and I looked at her, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath, one golden lock falling on her face. Relaxing under her touch, I pulled her limp body closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. I rubbed her back, gently soothing her trembling body.
I was proud that she enjoyed it as much as I did, if not more.
“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing had calmed down. I would have loved to cuddle her after a warm shower, spending each precious second to clean her up by touching every nook and cranny of her sexy body. But I was too content to keep lying with her in my post-coital bliss.
“I think you broke me,” Emma whispered, her blue eyes clear as they peered at me.
I chuckled, kissing her hair and smelling sweet vanilla. Fuck, I had to keep calm, or I was sure I would take her again. I leaned up on my elbow, marveling at her pink nipples and the hickies all over her body before pinning my stare between her legs.
“Are you sure?” I teased, running my hand over her waist, “I can check if your pussy is—”
“No.” She hid her face in my chest, her cheeks red. “Don’t tease me or I will ask you to fuck me again.”
My cock stirred.
“I don’t see any problem. Just give me a couple of minutes—”
“Are you kidding me?” Her wide eyes looked at my face and lowered below my hips. “Jesus. I won’t be able to walk for a few days.”
I sat up, my brows furrowing and spread her legs against her protest. “Are you sore? Does it hurt?” I asked, concern lacing my voice. “Do you want me to call a doctor? I think they have a medical team—”
“Cillian.” Her hand wrapped around my arm as she sat up with a little wince, and I wanted to call downstairs and ask someone for a doctor. “I’m okay, I promise. It’s… it’s been a few months, that’s all.”
“Are you sure, Emma?”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she stood up, my eyes dropping to her marvelous breasts. “Take a shower with me.”
Emma turned and walked into the adjacent washroom without an answer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath after staring at her juicy ass. The room smelled like sex and vanilla. I reached the washroom just when she started the shower. I pushed her against the cold wall, wrapping her legs around my waist as steam covered the both of us.
Just a few hours and I was addicted to her.
Later. I would think about those thoughts later.
I bit back a smirk when she walked out of the shower, her hair damp and body covered in hickies, with a small hiss escaping her lips. She had a small towel that barely covered her, water droplets falling on the floor as she made her way to the dresser.
I picked up the fresh clothes I had ordered from downstairs and kept them on the bed, and took the towel from her, turning her chair around to help her pat her body dry. It was also an excuse to gaze at her.
“You don’t have to. I can dress up on my own.”
I hummed in agreement and picked up the body lotion, her eyes raking over my chest and hips. I had worn my pants when she had walked out of the washroom but I loved how hungry she looked even after all the sex and orgasms.
“But I want to do it,” I said, warming the lotion in my hands before applying it on her arms. I knelt in front of her, her eyes watching my every move as I spent a bit more time than was necessary moisturizing her breasts.
Emma squirmed on the chair, her little sighs going straight to my dick, and I was about to ask her for round four when I noticed the little mark on her hip.
“What’s this?” I asked, tracing it with my finger, her spine straightening and body tensing.
She barely glanced at it. “Must be a bruise from all the sex.”
I kept my hand on her thigh when she tried to stand up, and looked at her. She was avoiding my gaze.
“No. This is not a sex bruise.” It’s something else.
“Y-you must have held me—”
“Emma.” I kept my voice soft and continued when her eyes met mine, “If I held you tight enough to bruise you, there would be four more marks here. What happened?”
Did someone hurt you?
I bit back the urge to demand an answer from her, but I knew she wouldn’t have a mark like that without falling really badly or someone…
Who dared to touch her like that?