Page 148 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Longer than yesterday. I had to carve up a few cheap steaks.”

By steaks he meant his boss’s enemies.

“How about a luxurious bath?”

“That would be great.” His gray eyes popped open.

“After our bath, I plan to fill your pussy with my cum again. I won’t rest until you’re pregnant.”

“Catch, we can practice for now. We’ll start a family later. Please let’s enjoy this.”

He arched a brow. “What?”

“Quiet.”

"I'm ready for that bath now," he said, his voice low and seductive.

I attempted to move, and he pushed me down. Catch sat up and bent my knees planting my bare feet on the soft sofa oversized cushion.

“Catch, I thought we were going upstairs?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead he lifted one of my legs briefly and laid back down giving himself the perfect view of my pussy. He slipped his fingers into my panties under my tiny shorts. It was impossible to resist the sensation of his thumb circling my clit.

“Bianca, if you want to wait. We’ll wait.” But I could tell from the way his eyes darkened that he didn't want to.

I stared at him through hooded eyes. “Yeah?” I questioned in a breathy moan.

“Yes, Bianca.”

My husband was lying. But I was too far gone to care at that moment. I couldn’t stand that my husband had that effect on me. He knew just how to please me. Pleasure was going to have me fucked up.

"Callum, baby," I purred as I teased my nipples through my t-shirt.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you take my dick in approximately...”

With one swift movement, he pulled my panties aside and plunged his tongue into me.

I cried out his name as waves of pleasure coursed through my body.

His deep voice only made me wetter. “...twenty minutes.”

This man was going to destroy me. I knew that was his plan. Get me hopped up on good tongue and dick next thing you knew I’d be pregnant.

Catch reached up and gripped my breast as he circled his thumb faster.

My orgasm was building. “Oh fuck, Catch,” I yelled as I came in his mouth.

He continued to push his tongue in and out of my pussy as my walls clenched around his tongue.

“When you're pregnant, that pregnant pussy will make me even crazier,” he whispered huskily.

He slid his tongue from my core still dripping with my cum. Catch gripped my neck and pulled me closer, our faces just inches apart. "You taste so good, Bombshell," he whispered before claiming my mouth with his own, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

“I’m hooked on you, Bianca. Your bodyguard will report back to me when men flirt with you. It’s time to extend my kill list.”

“Catch, baby, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

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