Page 16 of Guarded By Them

God, that accent was enough to make my clothes fly off all by themselves.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra, letting that fall to the floor as well. My breasts were small but pert, the nipples tight, dark buds. I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands, enjoying the way Dillon’s gaze roved over my skin, so I found myself pushing back my shoulders and sucking in my stomach instead.

He jerked his chin at my jeans. “Now those.”

I pouted. “You’ve only undone yours. You haven’t taken them off yet.”

He gave me that lopsided grin again, and then deliberately toed off his shoes and shucked the jeans from his hips, kicking them away. He didn’t break eye contact with me the entire time, but I couldn’t help tearing my gaze from his to drop down his body. Dillon hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and now he was naked, his erection jutting proudly from his body. The man had no shame.

“No underwear,” I purred. “That’s cheating.”

“You can only cheat if there are rules. Now take the rest of those fucking clothes off.”

I didn’t dare disobey.

Dillon seemed to have two personalities. He was either fun and sexy, and so laidback he could fall asleep, or he was raging and ready to kill someone. There didn’t seem to be any in between.

Now I was naked, he picked me up and threw me facedown onto the bed. A sharp slap hit my ass cheek, and I gave a little cry of surprise. It hadn’t hurt, not really, and my skin bloomed red with heat. Then his mouth was on me, biting where he’d just spanked, his other hand squeezing my other cheek. He slapped me again, and moisture pooled at my core. I groaned and squirmed against him.

“Give it to me,” I gasped. “I want you.”

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“I want you to fuck me. Do it now. Hard.”

He put his hand beneath my hips and pulled me up slightly, so my ass was angled toward him. He was between my thighs, and I glanced over my shoulder as he positioned his cock at my entrance then grabbed my hips and penetrated me, fast and hard.

“Oh, God.”

He stretched me open, and bliss washed through me. He was so deep. He spanked me again, endorphins flooding through my body at the mixture of pleasure and pain. I’d been spanked before, but not like this. Not when I wanted it and was enjoying it.

After every five or six thrusts, he slapped my ass again.

“Fuck, Rue. You have no idea how hot you look with your ass jiggling like that.”

Maybe not, but I knew how hot it felt.

Dillon pulled out and flipped me over. He bent his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grated my sensitive skin, and his tongue swirled, pulling my nipple into a long peak. He moved to the other breast and did the same.

“I want you to ride me,” he growled.

We switched positions, him on his back on the bed. I climbed on top, swinging my leg over his narrow hips and settling my pussy over the top of his cock. I bit my lower lip and held his gaze. His dark hair was mussy from sex, his cheeks pink from the exertion. That five o’clock shadow made his square jaw appear even sharper, and my breath hitched at the beauty of him.

I sank down onto him, loving the swell of his cockhead against my inner walls, and then the hardness of his length as I went farther, sinking right down to the root. He was so deep, and I closed my eyes for a moment—even though that shut off the image of his gorgeous face—and rocked my hips.

Dillon groaned and lifted his hands to cup my breasts. His hips bucked against mine, trying to get me to go faster, but I was the one in control now. I opened my eyes again and squeezed my internal muscles around his dick. He moaned, and one of his hands dropped from my breast to my hip. I loved seeing him like this, my teasing driving him crazy.

I moved a little faster, lifting myself up so I slid up his shaft and then slammed back down. Slow and hard, watching his expression as I fucked him, building momentum. His hands were on my ass now, fingers digging into my flesh.

Then he released my ass and put his hand between my thighs instead, his thumb finding my clit. Instantly, I was on a whole other level, and I needed to reach my climax. I let him take over, and we moved together, skin slapping, the scent of sweat and musk filling the air. I couldn’t help the cries that came from my mouth, and my orgasm built higher and higher, until I knew I wouldn’t hold on any longer.

I arched into him, pressing my face to the damp skin of his chest as my climax took hold. My body shuddered and toes curled, and I gasped and whimpered as it washed over me, again and again. His cock jerked inside me as he filled me with his cum.

He held me against him, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, and I could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath my cheek.

We stayed that way for a moment, both of us spinning back down to Earth.

Dillon pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “That was incredible. You are incredible.”

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