Page 9 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

“Aria!”

"What?" I whine, blinking beardly at my bodyguard as I rock forward and hump the hard ridge in his pants, my movements growing desperate and feverish. My panties are damp with arousal and at this point, I'm pretty sure I'll have to throw them away.

A whimper climbs up my throat when Orlando slides his hands up my thighs and to my backside before yanking me hard against him. My breath releases in a hot rush of air when he positions his erection above a sensitive spot, his mouth is so close to mine I can almost taste his lips.

“Only I get to touch you,” he rasps, his voice sensing goosebumps licking up my body. “There is no going back from this Aria. Once I fuck you, only I am allowed inside that tight little cunt from this moment on.”

“Yes,” I nod frantically, arching up to rub myself against him. “Only you.”

"Take my words seriously, Aria. I will break any man that dares touch you from this moment on." He slides his hand up my waist and my shoulder before tugging down my bra strap off my shoulder and down my arm, leaving my left breast exposed. A deep blush climbs up my neck and despite my confidence earlier, I get the urge to cover up. Well, that is until I see the effect it has on him. "Fuck!" he growls, his chest shuddering violently. "You have no fucking idea how many times I've wanted to reach out and cup your greedy little tits in the car on the drivefrom your school, tease them until they were beaded and your panties were drenched."

“I… I wanted you to.”

"I know you did," he rasps, pinching my pebbled nipple between his knuckles and tugging hard, causing me to whimper at the sensation that spreads to my tummy. "I know how much you wanted me to fondle your tits in the car, always leaving your shirts unbuttoned for me to see." He moves to the opposite strap and yanks it down as well, leaving both my aching tits exposed to his hungry eyes. His hand closes around my breast, teasing the aching bud with his thumb until I am half delirious with need. The friction isn't doing it for me anymore. I need more…

I need him to give me more. “Please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Want you,” I whimper, uncaring of how needy and desperate I sound. I’ve been infatuated with this man for months. Glaring at girls who checked him out when he came to pick me up. Orlando is mine. Finally, he’s mine! I will make sure it stays that way. “Please…Daddy.”

“Fuck!”

I feel more than hear the words as his mouth slams down on mine and… it’s heaven. It’s pure bliss, the feel of his mouth finally pressed on mine. I’ve imagined this moment so many times and it’s nothing like my imagination. There is no slow teasing of lips or gentle kisses. No, he devours me like he threatened he would.

And I love every second of it.

It's feral, the way we lick into each other's mouths. His palm fondles my tits as he deepens the kiss, the wet glide of tongues causing my toes to curl in pleasure. God, I've wanted this forso long and now, I am kissing my bodyguard. "Say it again," he rasps into the kiss, rolling his hips over mine, the friction adding to the fiery heat burning in my core. "I want to hear you say it again.

“Daddy,” I whimper. “I want you, please.”

Orlando breaks the kiss and I feel his bristled jaw trail my neck, his mouth hot my skin. Kissing and biting my sensitive skin and I lean back to allow him access. I cry out my lips when he draws my nipple into his mouth in hot suction. The fire in my core doubles and I am practically sobbing with the need for release as he moves to the other tight bud, tugging it between his hungry mouth and driving me to near madness. From his hot mouth and fevered gaze to the way he holds me close to him, his grip tight… I want this moment to last forever.

I need it to last forever.

“Fuck, princess, I’m taking you to bed now!’ he growls, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the couch along with him. I wrap my legs around his lips and his mouth is back on mine before I can see where he’s taking me, but I don’t care. All I care about is that I am finally kissing the man of my dreams and soon, we’ll be doing more than kissing.

“Brace yourself, Aria. I am done fighting this.”

Chapter Four

Aria

A surprised gasp slips out when my bodyguard throws me down in the center of the bed before starting to strip, his hands rough and impatient on his clothes. I marvel at the brute strength underneath the shirt when it falls away.

This man is something straight out of those Greek mythology books my friends love to read. His muscles are perfectly sculptured and covered in tattoos, and I want to reach out and trace my fingers over them. I bet they would feel powerful underneath my fingertips.

God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Drove myself into near madness trying to picture what lay underneath my bodyguard’s suits. No, I could never have dreamed up the perfection that is this man.

My eyes drop to the ridges of his stomach and the trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants and…oh. I suck in a sharp breath when he pops open the button to his pants and tugs down the zipper to reveal his massive erection stretching the seams of his boxer briefs.

“So big,” I gasp, staring at his massive shaft and questioning how the hell that is going to fit inside of me but… I want him to touch me. I need his hands on me so much that I hurt. The secret spot between my thighs is pulsing hard, growing slicker with arousalevery second he stays away. I need this. Need him to kiss me, touch me, make love to me. Use me. I don’t care which, I just need him.

“Strip, I want to see you naked,” Orlando growls, raking his hungry eyes over my exposed chest and down my thighs, his hands stroking his massive cock.

“Okay,” I breathe, my hands shaking from excitement and nerves as I reach back and unstrap my bra before dropping it on the bed. I take off my skirt next, leaving my panties on.

“Everything, princess. I want to see that little pussy. You want me to taste it, don’t you?”

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