Page 38 of The Bodyguard

And I can’t say no to him. I can’t stop him from going deeper inside me. From stretching my flesh so that it will only suit him. He made me his. And this is the last part.

I can’t say no.

I’ll find a way to deal with it. Tomorrow. I’ll beg and plead and be prepared to pay for the rest of my life for this.

For Kayne.

For Kayne inside my body.

“I’m yours,” I say and he growls and grunts at me. He gathers me in his arms. He brushes my hair back. He kisses me. He tells me I’m beautiful.

He penetrates me fully.

I cry out. My spine curves. He’s too big. He’ll always be too big.

My body closes up involuntarily at the foreignness inside me. It’s too thick, and long, and doesn’t fit.

He pins me down and forces me to take him. He kisses away my tears.

He slips in and out, laying his claim inside me.

“Sophia,” he says and drives all the way in. He swallows my cry in his mouth. He remains still inside me then kisses me until my sobs simmer down. He looks down into my eyes.

I touch his face. The scar on his jaw. I reach up and lay my lips over it. I know his sister died when she was eighteen years old in a car accident. I know he thinks he couldn’t save her.

I love him. I love him so much that I think this is my death. What I do hereafter won’t matter.

I move because I want to feel the pain again. I want to remember it. And then the pleasure.

I keep moving, shifting his heavy cock inside me, biting through the pain that I know won’t last.

He flips himself onto his back and takes me with him so that I’m straddling him. He looks up at me. I blush a million shades of red.

I’m sitting on his cock and he wants me to move now. He doesn’t help. My wetness pours down and around his cock. He lifts for a second, swipes his fingers over his cock, and sucks my wetness from his fingers.

It’s so hot and dirty my pussy spasms and demands I do something to relieve the incredible fullness between my lips.

Ignoring my shyness I look down at the man lying in my bed and I move. Up and down, back and forth. The rhythm only builds more momentum, creates more wetness inside me. I’m going mad with the need to come and he isn’t helping me. I beg and plead and exasperated I take matters into my own hands and I ride his cock, every concrete hard inch of him.

I feel the dam that is my orgasm release. He feels it too.

But I don’t want to be the only one who comes.

I want Kayne to come inside me this way, because I made him.

I lower myself over him. I feed him my nipples, I bite his lips and his jaws. He doesn’t let me get away with it completely. He does growl at me.

I’m taking him. Inside me. And I’m chasing the brilliant light that will splinter me apart.

The most violent orgasm of my life escapes my body. My contractions are so powerful I feel them squeeze his cock. I want him to come. With no other experience except instinct, I rise up and over his cock then slam down on him again. I do it twice. By the third time he doesn’t let me rise. His fingers grip into my hips and he holds me there as he comes.

And it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Watching Kayne come inside my body because I made him do it.

His glorious chest heaves as he pumps inside me. I kiss his lips. But Kayne isn’t done with me.

It isn’t long before he takes charge. Before he demonstrates his dominance over me. He flips me back onto my back. He towers over me.

He takes me like he owns me.

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