Page 10 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

Oh God!

I flush at his words, heat climbing my neck and cheeks. This is the first time I’ve heard my bodyguard talk to me like this and… I like it. Perhaps a little too much. Despite being raised by criminals, I was only exposed to polite society and crudeness isn’t something I have ever had directed to me.

And yes, of course I want to feel his lips… everywhere. And I want to return the favor. He can teach me how to pleasure him too. I bet he'll be a great teacher.

I peel my panties off my sodden sex, blushing fiercely as I slide them down my thighs before pulling them completely off leaving me naked in front of my bodyguard. I fight the urge to cover up myself, but his next words stop me before I can.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see you. Spread those legs for me, princess.”

I'm too weak to resist as I slowly open my legs wider for my bodyguard, revealing a part of me I have kept hidden from all other men. He makes a deep growly noise that sends a shiver wracking my body and when he climbs onto the bed and settlesbetween my open thighs. I damn near hyperventilate from how harsh my breathing is.

"Please," I whimper, every bit of me aching for him. "Please, daddy."

Orlando leans in, tugging my chin and my mouth puffs open with a sigh. That is all the opening he needs before his mouth slams down on mine, his hungry tongue seeking mine. I whimper at the wet friction, our tongues stroking together in a dance so carnal it sends moisture pooling into me even more. I didn't think someone could be this aroused but at this point, I'm damn sure I have created a damp spot on his sheets. "I won't keep you waiting any longer, princess," he rasps against my lips. "Let me kiss your wet little cunt and reward you for being such a good girl and waiting for Daddy to take care of it for you."

“Yes,” I whimper at his words that feel like a caress on my skin. God, how did I live without this man’s touch before?

“Only I can kiss you like this,” he grinds, teasing the beaded nipples and leaving them aching as he trails his lips down my body. I jerk hard when I feel the press of his middle finger between my folds, rubbing in circles and sending an explosion of sensation up my body. “Fuck princess, you are practically dripping. Do you want Daddy to help you with that?”

A sob is wrenched from me when he grazes the sensitive nub with his thumb. "Yes. Oh, God."

"You have no fucking idea how many times I've wanted to do this to you," Orlando says thickly, kissing my inner thigh as he teases my nub with this thumb. "There were times I wanted to bend you over those statues you like so much and fuck you so hard with everyone in the gallery watching. Rut you so heard the entirety of Moth Hill heard all your cries."

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Princess. No more.”

My back arches with another sob when he increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit, strumming it faster until I feel tethered to the edge of my explosion, but he withdraws his hand, thwarting my climax. He doesn't give me time to cry out with frustration before his finger is replaced by his mouth.

I thought… I’ve always imagined that I would be prepared and knowledgeable on how sex is supposed to feel. I’ve brought myself to an orgasm a few times so I figured it would feel the same way with him.

It doesn’t feel the same.

Not even close.

A scream tears out of my throat when my bodyguard rides his tongue over the wet valley of my feminine flesh. There isn’t time to make sense of the mirage of sensations as he licks between my folds with harsh growls, lapping at my arousal before bringing his thumb back on my clit. My fingers close around the sheets, tearing at them as I whine and sob, begging for the sweet release building up in my core. My hips writhe helplessly on the bed as he pleasures me in ways I never thought possible.

"You taste like heaven princess," he growls, tucking his hands beneath me to grip my ass cheeks before stroking his tongue over me like a madman. My thighs shake violently and my back arches off the bed when I feel myself draw closer to an unfamiliar storm. One I think I am prepared for until his hungry mouth closes around my clit in hot suction. Then I realize that I am not.

A violent storm explodes through my body, and I go blind. A cry tears out of my throat as I orgasm, my body jerking hard against the mouth kissing me through the climax. My toes curlin pleasure as moisture floods me, the violent tremors sweeping through my body making it hard to breathe.

God. Oh God.

It lasts forever. The violent shaking and dark spot in my eyes last forever and my mind barely register that Orlando is kissing a path up my body. "You look so fucking beautiful when you come apart, princess," he rasps, his hard heated eyes locking with my dazed. "I am going to make it happen all over again." Orlando clasps his hands around my waist and yanks me down to his level. I gasp when I feel his heavy member between my thighs.

His massive hand grabs both my wrists and raises them above my head, before using his right to guide his massive shaft to my virgin sex. "It's going to hurt, princess, but you are going to be a good girl for me and take my cock."

“Yes, Daddy.”

His eyes are locked on mine as he positions the head of his shaft over my hole, nudging in the tip and I whimper at the stretching sensation. “Your father trusted me with your safety, princess. I was supposed to stand between you and any man that dared come close to you.” I gasp when he sinks another inch into me, my fingers flexing around his firm grip. “I was not supposed to touch the precious mob princess, but Christ, you are a fucking temptation, Aria. The most beautiful thing with your bewitching brown eyes and that smile that could send men to war.”

“Oh, Daddy,” I cry out as his length slowly stretches me.

“You are so fucking tight, princess. I’ve jerked myself raw thinking of your virgin pussy and now, I’m going to take it. Going to fuck you so hard, imprint into you so everyone in this city knows that you are taken.”

“Yes, I–”

My words fade into a soundless cry when Orlando slams into me, knocking the wind out of me as he fills me with his massive cock. I blink beardly at my bodyguard, a mirage of feelings washing over me. There's pain… and pleasure. But there are other things. Feelings that spam beyond the physical.

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