Page 22 of A Guard and a Gardener

“I’m going to ruin this hole of yours,” he murmured against my skin, not as a threat but in resigned warning, and I squirmed excitedly on the table.

“Yes please, daddy,” I begged. “Ruin it. Fuckingdestroyme with your cock.”

“My boy has such a dirty mouth,” growled Jiron, making my heart flutter.My boy. He burrowed his face back against myhole, his stubble grazing the sensitive skin. I felt more than heard his next words. “I love it.”

I clawed at the table, his hands, his hair. Anything within reach, because by the Blessed Five, he was bringing me close.

And then...he wasn’t.

“I could have guessed you were spectacular in bed, daddy,” I panted desperately when he backed away, wiping his mouth with the back of one huge hand. “I didn’t know you were alsocruel.”

The fake stern look was back. “Little one,” Jiron admonished. “Do you think I would leave you wanting?”

I batted my eyelashes at him, watching as he unlaced his trousers and pulled a bottle of oil from his pocket that he must have bought along with the towels sometime between last night and now.

“No?”

“No,” he confirmed. “Get on the bed, sweet boy.”

I gave him a contented smile. “I’m not sure I can move. You’ve licked all the strength from my limbs.”

Jiron swooped down to lift me from the table just as I raised my arms to ask him to do so, and we both laughed as he whisked me over to the bed and deposited me carefully down onto the blankets.

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Chapter Fifteen

I had the boy on all fours on the bed, his knees bent and spread, and from the mischievous glint in his eye as he glanced back over his shoulder at me, it wasn’t lost on him that it was the same position he’d presented himself in at the park.

Dios, he was so innocent and filthy all at once, pressing each one of my buttons and surging the lust in my veins until I felt more beast than man. But I’d hold myself in check for him, he who deserved such tenderness and care, and I delivered soft kisses down his spine to cement that vow.

“Please,” Wyatt whispered, his voice edged in the same need that infected my own insides and compelled me closer to him. One of my hands was on his slender hip. The other was on my cock, guiding it to his entrance, and-

“Don’t you dare stop,” he added bossily just as I prepared to do exactly that, struck all over again by the terrifying difference in our sizes. “Give me what you promised me, daddy, or I shallcry.”

I chuckled. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Yet something strange within me craved it: wanted to rock him as he sobbed, murmur words of comfort into his soft blonde hair, fix whatever problem ailed him so his tears dried up and turned to smiles once more.

But I never,everwished to be the cause of his sadness.

“Whatever my boy asks for,” I breathed obligingly, and we both let out identical groans as the head of my cock breached his entrance.

It was agonisingly, torturously slow progress while we gradually allowed his body to adjust to mine before I eased deeper. It didn’t help that Wyatt pleaded every few seconds for more, the evocative neediness in his voice and posture pushing me to my limits. But despite how prettily he begged, I refused to risk hurting him by forcing my way inside.

My hands were kept busy holding him in place, otherwise the little menace would have impaled himself in a single move, and I focused on that in an effort to retain my sanity and not let him.

Because the sight of my cock stretching his tight little ass?

I wasn’t just a little bigger than him: the scene before my eyes looked obscene in how disproportionately sized we were. He was so damntiny.Slender and delicate, and yet he took it all without complaint.

“Fuck,” I gasped as I finally –finally– bottomed out, and Wyatt immediately began to move against me, letting out a series of delightful noises as he did so. “You take me so well.”

“I do, don’t I?” he said happily, the chirpy cockiness immediately descending into a whimper when I let my hips rock into him. “Yes, yes, please!”

“So good for me,” I murmured. “So very good.”

My boy made more of those helpless little sounds and I was done for, pounding into him with far less caution than I should have held considering what I was doing to him.

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