Page 23 of A Guard and a Gardener

But small didn’t mean fragile and Wyatt was far from breakable, taking each of my thrusts with greater endurance than many bigger foes had taken less forceful punches from me. Thisman made me feel powerful in all the best ways: strong and encompassing and able to take Dios-damned care of him...and still he demanded more.

“Careful, little one,” I said, reaching forward to stroke his sweat-drenched hair from his face. “Much more of this and you might not be able to walk tomorrow.”

Wyatt grinned over his shoulder at me. “What do I have to do to turn thatmightinto a certainty?”

Oh, by the Blessed Five, I was done for. Head over heels, and utterly intoxicated.

His sheer delight and enthusiasm in everything he did – from watering plants to fucking – was marked by an unbridled eager energy that lit up the room like the sun itself.

“Just be you,” I replied truthfully, and set to ruining him just as I’d promised, soaking in every noise and movement he made because of me.Forme.

“There!” he moaned and I set to hammering that particular spot inside him as he whimpered and writhed, my hands and eyes tracing the lines of his body to commit this perfect moment to memory.

The choked noise he made a few minutes later, one which sounded like my name screamed into the sheets, sent me cascading over the edge and I spent myself inside his sinfully hot body. It seemed to last an age, waves of pleasure surging through me in the best orgasm I’d ever had.

Wyatt gave a happy hum, but I wasn’t finished with him. In a single move, I pulled out, flipped him over, and swallowed his cock to the hilt.

“Daddy,” my boy gasped, and then seemed to lose his words as I took him to the back of my throat and then shallowed outover and over, fucking my own mouth with his perfect cock. My fingers found his gaping, leaking hole and slid inside, revelling in his slickness and the way he became even louder and wrigglier as I played with him.

Come for me, beautiful boy.

Coating my fingers in my own cum, I slid them deeper. Wyatt seemed to freeze, his lips parting wordlessly, and for a moment I panicked, thinking he was in pain.

And then his hot release shot into my mouth and I realised what was happening. His hips arched off the bed with his eyes closed and his face etched in a delightful expression of ecstasy, and I admired the mess I’d made of him: tangled blonde hair cascading around his head, fingers clenched tightly in the blankets, and wetness still leaking copiously from between his thighs.

His eyes opened, the soft, woodland green of his irises capturing me all over again.

“Come here,” breathed Wyatt, grabbing my bicep and tugging me up to meet him, and he slammed our mouths together. His tongue probed at my lips, encouraging them to open, and he moaned when I complied and he discovered I hadn’t yet swallowed him down. We shared his taste between us, tongues roving and exploring, and swapped mouthfuls until the last of his salty finish had been thoroughly savoured.

“I was wrong,” I murmured against his mouth. “My boy doesn’t need me to dirty him up. He’s plenty capable of filth all on his own.”

“But I want you to, daddy,” he whispered back, his exquisite eyes sparkling with joy as small hands raked along my arms and back. My own little ray of sunshine. “Again and again and again and again and-”

“I get it,” I said with a laugh.

Wyatt’s eyebrows waggled in amusement. “And again and again and again and again-”

I kissed him.

Again and again.

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Chapter Sixteen

“And your tongue!” I said with delight, continuing to describe everything I’d loved about what we’d just shared. It was taking a while. “You’re as skilled with it as you are a sword.” I laughed at Jiron’s reaction. “You’ve had people tell you that before, haven’t you?”

He faintly coloured, the first sign of embarrassment I had ever seen from him.

“Was it theking?” I asked, teasing. “Have you tasted royal cock? How can a mere peasant’s compare, when his is probably cast in gold and spurts diamonds when he comes?”

I was laughing too hard to torment my daddy further although I very much wanted to, words and laughter getting jumbled in my mouth until I was a giggling mess. Jiron helped me along by reaching over and tickling me to keep me breathless, and I squirmed helplessly under his attentions.

“And yet you taste the best by far,” he murmured in my ear before kissing my cheek. I melted into his arms.

Then there was a knock on the door, two sharp raps that scraped at the edge of my consciousness with their familiarity but which I was too sated and happy to take notice of. Jiron glared at the door as if the force of hisfuck offglower would send whoever it was scurrying away – and I was willing to bet that with enough time, it probably would – but while thoroughly depleted andspent, I planned to be even more so in a second, and wanted our unexpected visitor gone so I could get to making that happen.

“Coming!” I called out, slipping from the bed. My ass protested with delicious soreness when I moved.

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