Page 43 of Bossy Bodyguard

His hand slid underneath my skirt as he whispered, “You are soaking wet, Doll.”

My mouth parted in a soundless gasp when he spread my legs wider and pulled me closer, making my clit rub against the fabric of his pants.

“Does that feel good?” he asked softly, squeezing my ass as I leaned on him.

I nodded, staring at his lips when he moved me over his thigh again. “C-Cillian,” I scrunched my fingers in his shirt.

“I know, good girl,” he rumbled, running his hand through my hair. “Ride my thigh and make yourself feel good, yeah?”

My cheeks turned warm when I noticed the bulge in his pants. He tilted my chin up, making me look at him.

“I want you to make yourself orgasm. Right here. If you cum before we reach home, I’ll reward you. Can you do that, Doll?”

“What reward?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“Any-fucking-thing you want, Doll,” he answered, his hands squeezing my thigh. “Go ahead. Ride my thigh and cum for me. I know you want to.”

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I wanted to. I needed to. I had been walking around with bare pussy all day, knowing that he was right behind me. The reason of my dripping wet arousal.

“Will you finger me too?” I whispered, biting my lip when I grew bolder and started slowly rubbing my clit on his thigh.

The pulse on his neck was beating fast, so I leaned down and kissed it. Hearing his sigh, I licked his neck and sucked the skin, biting it. I smirked when he tugged at my hair, glaring at my mouth.

I kept my pace riding his thigh slowly when he rubbed the smudged lip gloss on my bottom lip.

“You’re trouble, Doll. Trying to give me hickeys while you are rubbing your greedy little wet cunt on my thigh like a fucking vixen, hm?”

“Your cock loves it,” I said sweetly, sliding my hand down his pants.

I let out a sharp breath when he flipped me around, my back on his chest, his hot breath brushing on my cheek when he spread my legs, hooking them over his thighs so I couldn’t move them unless he let me.

“Be a good girl and hold your skirt up for me,” he said darkly, my hands trying to find support other than his thighs, but it was useless. He was too big. So big that he made the expensive car seem small.

When I didn’t obey, he wrapped his hand around my throat, holding it in a gentle but firm grip. “Don’t make a sound and hold your skirt up for me, Doll. Show me how wet your pussy is.”

I eyed the closed divider and slowly held the hem of the skirt, lifting it over my inner thighs and baring myself to him. Thank God we had tinted windows in the car or anyone who passed by would see us.

“Good girl,” he said, his praise flowing from my ears to my entire body, making me shiver in his arms. His hand on my throat slid between my legs. “I wish we could do this in front of a mirror. You’d love how sexy you look right now, Doll.”

I dug my fingers into his forearm when his fingers touched me, and he let out a low groan. “T-touch me more, Cillian,” I said, my voice sultry.

“Of course, Doll,” he said. “I’ll touch you as much as you want.”

His fingers felt so good on my swollen clit that I had to cover my mouth from letting out whimpers of pleasure. Especially when he increased his pace and stopped completely when I was ready to burst with orgasm.

Instead of letting me whine, he lowered his wet fingers and slid them inside me. My thighs shook, and I was completely slumped on his lap, rocking my hips on his hard shaft while he finger-fucked my pussy.

“Fuck Doll. Hear how hot your pussy sounds when you’re so fucking drenched,” Cillian grumbled, rubbing my clit with his thumb while sliding his two digits in and out of me.

I could hear it. The wet squelching sound when he fucked me. The entire back seat smelled like my arousal, and it was so embarrassing yet hot that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

“Shh, Doll,” he shushed me, cupping my mouth. “Be quiet.”

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