Page 16 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

He flashed a devilish smirk, then gripped my inner thighs.

“Catch. What are you doing?”

“Trust me, Bianca.”

Why didn’t I protest? Because I was eager to feel it.

He pressed the head of his dick at my wet entrance. “Bianca, I just want to show you, if you relax, you can take my cock. Don’t let the piercing scare you. Once it’s inside slamming into your G-spot and you’re coming, nothing else will matter.”

Catch thumbed my clit as he pushed only the head of his dick inside my pussy.

I curled my fingers around his wrists. “Catch, I’m not on the pill.”

“You should get on it soon. Unless you want us to have babies early.”

“Catch,” I moaned, arching my back. Just the tip of his dick felt good. Who knew a Prince Albert could feel so magnificent.

“I won’t ever fuck you with a rubber,” he warned. His head tilted to the side. “Your pussy belongs to me now. Just like my dick will only ever be inside your pussy.”

Tingles shot over my skin at his addictive words. For some reason, I believed him.

“Your dick is mine,” I stated, like I was trying out how it sounded on my tongue.

“Yes, bombshell.” Catch eased out of my entrance. I wanted more. Now I was curious. What would it be like to fuck him all the time?

His eyes widened as they stared at my pussy. “You love my dick.”

My pussy clenched at his statement.

“Catch, I do.”

I reached for his dick and smoothed my fingers over the piercing. It was a medium-sized silver hoop with a ball on it.

“Later tonight, when we’re in bed, I’ll let you jack me off.”

“Ok,” fell from my lips. He was opening me up to new things.

Catch positioned himself between my legs. “I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy since I laid eyes on you.”

He hooked his arms around my thighs. “Watch the movie, Bianca.”

“Catch, I prefer to watch you.”

“Eyes on the screen,” he ordered.

My gaze moved to the TV, but I’d find a way to watch him. I knew just how to get his attention.

The tip of his tongue circled the tip of my clit, driving me insane.

“Catch,” I hollered as I rolled my hips.

The man didn’t miss a beat. He slipped his tongue inside my hole, fucking it like he wouldn’t stop until a waterfall filled his mouth.

“Daddy, please let me watch you please me?”

He paused briefly, meeting my eyes. “Fine, you can watch.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” My fingers found his hair, and I took control, slamming his tongue into my greedy hole.

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