Page 45 of Guarded

“Strip.”

Her hands shake, but she obeys, reaching behind her neck and unclasping the top of the halter dress. She moves the fabric to the top of her breasts and sucks in a deep breath. Her eyes shut as she frees her large breasts.

I growl in satisfaction. They are perfect. My mouth waters at the hardened pink peaks.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” I say.

Her eyes open, and her face lights up. She slides the fabric down her hourglass figure. I take in every inch of her, from her toned stomach down to the curve of her hips and over her legs. She steps out of the evening gown and wraps her arms around her breasts.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.” I tsk.

Stepping forward, I unfold her arms, letting out a satisfying hum. I stroke her cheek again, and she leans into the touch. Grabbing her hand in mine, I turn her around.

A slow-motion spin in front of me so I can get a full view. She moves with prestige even in the high stilettos as I take in her full ass and toned legs.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, and I mean it.

Her breasts are my favorite part, though. My hand reaches out, desperate to feel them beneath my touch again. I roll her hardened peak between my thumb and forefinger, slightly applying a small amount of pressure. She hisses at the sensation.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes.” She replies.

“And what about this?”

I bring my mouth to her nipple and bite down gently.

“Yes.” She hisses.

I continue to her other breast. Alternating between the two, sucking and biting as her breathing accelerates with every nibble. When I remove my mouth, I find her staring at me. Her lust-filled eyes begged me for more.

“Get on your knees, Manikà.”

I watch as she lowers to the floor. My cock strains painfully at the sight of her kneeling in front of me.

I move to her underwear drawer and fumble through the fabric until I find what I’m looking for.

Her eyes widen when she sees me pulling out the bright orange dildo. I walk to where she’s kneeling, looking down at her.

“You’ve never played with this?” I ask, bringing the toy to my nose, but all I smell is plastic.

“No, Sir.” She replies, those big green eyes staring up at me.

“Have you ever let a man fuck this pretty mouth?” I say, bringing two fingers to her pouty lips.

“No, Sir.”

I slide my two fingers into her mouth, pushing her tongue down. I thrust my fingers in and out of her mouth.

“Mmmm, I think you can handle more. What do you think?” I ask, removing my fingers and bringing the dildo down to her lips. She sticks out her tongue.

“Good Girl.”

Slowly, I slide the dildo into her mouth.

“That’s it. Breathe through your nose and loosen your jaw.”

I guide the dildo in and out of her mouth. Pulling out and running the tip over her lips before thrusting it back in.

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