Page 140 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I lifted her chin with my finger until our eyes met. "Bianca Rizzo."

She audibly swallowed and a smile tugged at my lips.

"You are absolutely gorgeous. And while the lingerie is stunning, I prefer to see you naked."

I couldn’t resist grabbing a handful of her ass and giving it a squeeze.

A gasp escaped her lips.

“Bombshell, you have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”

I caressed her cheek as I inched closer to her lips. “The nerd girl who loves her computer is all fucking mine.”

“Callum,” she breathed, sticking her tongue out, swiping it across my lower lip.

“I’m not ready to leave you, Bianca,” I admitted.

Tears welled in her eyes. I knew she wasn’t ready to leave me either.

Mrs. Rizzo was coming home with me. She just didn’t know it yet. Was it wrong to sedate my wife and kidnap her? Hell fuck no. She was mine. Maybe after she rode my cock in our bed in our mansion I’d be sated. For a short time anyway.

“Bianca, you’re my wife there’s no way I’ll go for long periods of time without being in your presence.”

She tore my suit jacket down my arms and tossed it aside. “I want to cherish this night, Catch.”

“We’ll make love and fuck all night long,” I groaned.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

Bianca's fingers deftly unbuttoned my crisp white dress shirt, her nails scraping lightly against my skin. Our tongues battled for dominance as she undressed me in the dimly lit bedroom.

“Catch, I need to come. Hard,” she muttered against my lips.

A self-assured smirk spread across my face as I responded, "Bombshell, you will come so many times tonight." With a swift motion, I discarded my shirt.

Bianca backed away, her eyes running over my muscled body. "Callum, remove the rest of your clothes."

Running my fingers through my hair, I smirked. “Gladly.”

Bianca licked her lips as she watched me peel off my clothes.

“Fuck,” she muttered as I pushed my gray boxers down my legs and my cock sprang free, already glistening with precum at the tip where my Prince Albert piercing glinted.

Without hesitation, my wife dropped to her knees and took my piercing into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of precum.

Bianca cupped and gently squeezed my balls as she took my cock to the back of her throat.

“Bombshell, your lips wrapped around my dick feels so fucking good.”

Her other hand slid up my muscled, tattooed chest.

I guided her hand higher. “Bombshell soon will be etched permanently under my heart,” I shared with a smile.

Bianca's eyes widened in surprise, but didn’t stop sucking my cock. She sucked it like it was her favorite dessert.

With great effort, I pulled my dick from her lips.

“I’m not ready to come yet. Saving my cum for your womb.” Taking her hand, I helped her to her feet.

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