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My eyes well up with tears as I stare into those beautiful gray eyes I am infatuated with. Quick bursts of breath fall from his mouth as he watches me with a mix of desire and concern. Orlando is every girl’s dream and he’s here with me. His massive length swelling inside of me and stretching me further.

My friends were right. The first time hurts, but not in the way they probably meant.

“Goddamn, Aria, you are gripping me so fucking tight!” he chokes out, his eyes seeking mine. “Are you okay, princess?”

“I’m fine,” I whisper, my chest clenching tightly the longer I look at him. The pain is fading away and in its place is a low pulsing ache where our bodies connect. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you… fuuuck!” He curses out when he pull my knees up, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper into me. A shudder wracks his massive frame, and his eyes darken as he digs his right hand into my hip. “What are you doing to me, little girl.”

“Need you.”

"I'm trying to take it slow. You don't want me to lose my mind baby. Not when it’s your first time."

Well, that is exactly what I want him to do. I roll my hips a little, testing the pain but it’s barely there. I feel a little tender but… “I can take you, Daddy,” I whisper, biting into my lower lips and fluttering my lashes at him the way I do when I am trying to getmy way and like always, it works. His nostrils flare and his eyes lose focus. “Take me.”

He snaps, rearing back before slapping forward, impaling me with his thick shaft. Stretching me.

My mouth falls open with a scream as pleasure shoots up my body but he’s only getting started. I try to break the grip he has on my wrist so I can touch him, but his hand tightens around me as he starts rocking faster into my tightness. Moisture floods my cunt as he pumps his cock violently into me, stealing my breath with every fevered thrust. “I have wanted you from the moment I met you, Aria,” he snarls, his dark eyes on mine as he pounds into me ruthlessly. “I was hard when you walked into that living room and my cock stayed hard the entire time. Your father was oblivious to how much I fucking wanted you in that moment or he would have never let me anywhere near you, princess.”

"Wanted you too," I pant, arching my back to meet his thrusts. The bed groans beneath us but neither of us pays mind to it. Our eyes don't shift from each other, the moment so intimate it sends my heart drumming hard in my chest in tune with the pulsing ache between my thighs.

"You are mine, Aria. Mine!" he snarls seconds before he angles his hips differently and pounds furiously into me, hard enough that my vision begins to blur. The base of his massive girth rubs against my clit as he pounds into me causing my sex to flood with moisture. My abdomen seizes and releases rapidly at the wild sensation that spreads my body.

God, it’s too much.

It’s more than I ever thought I could get from this man. I am paralyzed with need and my body shakes with the way he makes love to me. He knows what to touch to make my body sing for him.

A man forbidden to me. Twice my age and entrusted with just my safety but I want everything he has to offer. I want more than his protection. I want his love. I crave it more than my next breath of air.

Orlando drops his head into my neck and jackhammers into me like a madman. "I will kill anyone that touches you, Aria. I will be your bodyguard for life, whether your father approves or not. You belong to me. Only mine!"

"Yours, Daddy," I sob, feeling myself tethered closer to another storm. "Close."

"Me too, baby," he grunts into my neck, slamming his massive cock into me over and over again, rubbing at my clit with the base of his cock until my climax grips me with little warning. I come with a sob, an overwhelming feeling taking over my entire system and for a full minute, I lose control of my senses. My ears ring and my vision blurs as my body shakes with waves of pleasure, one rolling in right after the other. My bodyguard makes a hoarse sound at the back of his throat as he hammers into me, faster and harder before his muscles tense and he stills. "Fuuuck!"

“Oh God,” I whimper, writhing needily against him as he fills me with his hot spend. Pleasure shoots down to the tips of my toes and my breath hitches at the delicious feeling of bringing him pleasure. I never quite thought about how his orgasm would affect me, but it does. My sex seizes around his shaft, and I mewl with pleasure as I milk him of every drop of his seed.

It’s raw, the feral way in which he pounds his cock into me, flooding me with his seed. I could get pregnant from this, I realize.

"Mine," he growls, slamming hard into me, the obscene wet sound of our flesh connecting and filling the room along withhis rough grunts. "Every perfect inch of you, princess, belongs to me!"

"Yours," I whisper as a deep-sated feeling settles in me. Orlando falls slack against me, finally letting go of my wrist and I bring my hand to his shoulders, running them up and down his broad back.

Orlando makes a deep humming noise at the back of his throat, and I revel in his weight on mine, my mind going back to a year ago when he came to my home. I was on my balcony painting when this car pulled up in the driveway and out stepped the most handsome man I had ever seen. I never thought that a year later, the same man would be in my arms, his half-hard cock still inside of me. Slowly thickening in anticipation of what I assume is another round of pleasure.

As my eyes flutter to a close – reveling in the feeling of his warm muscles – I long for this moment to last forever.

Chapter Five

Orlando

I catch the soft sound of footsteps approaching, breaking the tranquil silence in the room. I cradle the warm cup of coffee in my hand and turn around to watch the clearly sleepy girl make her way to the living room.

She’s a vision of beauty.

Aria is wearing one of my shirts, the fabric slightly oversized on her, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal her delicate wrists. The shirt hangs loosely, accentuating her figure in a way that makes my breath hitch.

She’s perfect. I thought so the first time I saw her and my thoughts remain the same with her standing in my living room against the backdrop of the winter morning.

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