Page 35 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Guys never gave me orgasms. I was often left to get myself off. And just because a guy had a big dick didn’t mean he knew how to use it. After a few times of being let down, I stopped having sex. Catch proved he had tongue skills. What could he do with Prince Albert and his cock?

Standing on my knees before Catch, I held his gaze as we passed the glass back and forth between us. The liquor felt like it scorched my throat. It was so strong. Yet, I embraced the warmth it gave my insides. And the push it gave me to speak the truth.

“Catch, I’m so scared you’ll hurt me.” I tugged his towel free, letting it drop to the floor.

He yanked the belt from my robe. The fabric parted, revealing the outline of my plump breasts, stomach, and mound. His eyes roved my gingerbread complected skin before his fingers massaged the hair on my mound.

The sensation of his fingers massaging such a private part of my body forced my teeth into my lower lip.

“Yes,” I moaned.

His fingers dipped lower, caressing my folds. Holding my gaze, he brought his drenched fingers to his mouth and sucked.

“So fucking delicious,” he muttered.

I might’ve taken a shower and placed big loose curls in my hair before Catch’s shift ended. I wanted to look pretty for him.

Catch had a thing for my body wash. I found it a little odd that an entire case arrived earlier with the racks of clothes he had sent to the hotel suite for the girls and me.

Sitting back on my hunches, I twirled the rim of the glass over my lips as I stared at his huge dick. It looked bigger than it did the last time we were together. That couldn’t be possible.

Catch slipped his fingers into my hair, pulling my eyes to meet his.

“This is the only pussy I desire, Bianca.”

“Callum,” I breathed. He stared at me for a beat at the mention of his real name.

My emotions were on ten for Callum, who I hadn’t known that long. For some reason, I was ready to give all of myself to him. I was in love with the way he devoured my pussy. His dick game hopefully matched up.

“Your friends said you’re the wild one of the bunch,” I repeated what his friends told me as I pressed the glass against his lips. “Sounds like you’ve fucked a lot of women.”

He sipped the liquor. “The other women don’t matter anymore, Bianca. No one makes me crazy. Just you. Now drink,” he demanded, pushing the glass to my mouth.

His big hand was still lodged in my hair as I threw the burning liquor down my throat. Catch pulled his lower lip into his mouth as his gray eyes drank me in.

“How do you feel, baby?” he asked, pouring more vodka into the glass.

A goofy smile swept across my face. “Good.”

He grinned. “Perfect. Cap the bottle.”

I did.

Catch released my hair and took the glass from my hand. My ass lightly hit the mattress.

He moved across the room, sipping the vodka as he sat the tall bottle on the dresser.

Under the soft lights, his tanned, muscled ass and chiseled back looked like a work of perfection.

Shouldering off the robe, I flicked it aside. My palms dug into the mattress behind me, and I widened my legs.

“If I asked you to watch Twilight with me later, would you?” I asked.

He turned, stroking his dick as his eyes met my pussy.

A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yeah.”

I threw my head back, laughing. “You’d do it because I asked?”

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