Page 146 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Catch opened the dress shirt I was wearing, pulling one of my globes free and sucking my pebbled nipple into his warm mouth.

“Mine,” he growled and bit it before releasing it.

“Ouch,” I grunted.

“You don’t want my cock but you’re sliding that good pussy back and forth like you need it.”

What was wrong with me? Did I secretly like being sedated and kidnapped by Catch?”

My fingers gripped his neck as he slammed deep inside my walls. My legs shook at his sides.

“Shut up, Catch and fuck me.”

He halted. “No.”

My eyes widened. “Catch?” I hissed.

His eyes narrowed. “Stop holding back and tell the fucking truth. Or I won’t let you come.”

My finger slid across his lower lip. “Fine. Fine. When you said you dressed me and carried me, I liked it.”

He chuckled. “It’s ok to admit that you like when I take care of you.”

I pressed my lips against his. “Callum, I do.” My fingers slipped through his curls. “Now fuck your wife.”

He dropped his pants around his ankles, gripped my thighs, and held my gaze. “Gladly. I want you thinking about my dick all day long.”

Catch plunged into my pussy and I let out a scream of pleasure. “Callum.”

He stroked faster and faster before pulling me off the counter and back down onto his dick in midair. Catch fucked me like I didn’t weigh more than a teddy bear. His hands gripping my ass only made me hungry for more. I tugged his hair as his lips greedily tried sucking mine off my face. I kept thinking someone would walk in at any time. Especially in this mansion.

“I need to go deeper,” he growled into my mouth.

“Give it to me, Catch.”

My husband wasn’t really the kind of man to get caught with his pants down. But if something were to happen, I’d pull the Glock free from his holster and kill the intruder. I had his back. His teeth sank into my neck as he bounced me up and down his long, thick pierced dick.

He hit that spot that made me yell his fucking name. “Catch, shit, I’m coming.”

“That’s right, come for your husband, Bombshell,” he whispered into my flesh.

He called me Bombshell again. As my orgasm washed over me, I smiled inside while my body quaked in my husband’s embrace.

“I love the way your pussy hugs my cock when you come. I’m about to fill your warm walls with my cum, Bombshell.”

“Please fill me, Callum.”

I nipped at his lips as Callum pushed deep into my core causing my eyes to widen. “Oh, yes, baby.”

My lips moved over his face as I inhaled my husband’s addictive cologne.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bombshell, this pussy is my weakness,” he breathed.

I still couldn’t believe Catch was my husband.

Catch’s dick throbbed inside of me as it softened. He walked sideways grabbing paper towel off the roll near the fridge.

“After I change my pants, I have to go to work,” he said as he placed a sheet of paper towel on the countertop, then sat my bottom on it.

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