Page 57 of Bossy Bodyguard

“One more time?” Her eyes were wide when I pushed her back down, looming behind her and licking my lips at the sight of the pink rose gem winking at me between her perfect ass cheeks.

“I want you to cum when I fuck your ass, Doll,” I said, squeezing her ass. “Can you do that for me, or do you want to stop?”

I would remove the plug, cuddle her, calm her down, and give her a warm bath if she wanted to stop. If not…

She moved her ass and looked at me over her shoulder. “I want you to fuck my ass, Cillian.”

Fuck.

“Will you be good and tell me if it hurts?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“I promise, now please…” She pushed her ass towards me and I had to bite my lip from grinning. Emma was not at all shy about what she wanted when she was horny. Which made her so fucking sexy that I never wanted it to end.

Later. I will think about those thoughts later when I’m alone. Right now, I wanted to make her feel good when I fuck her ass.

“Relax, Doll, I’m going to remove the plug.” She stayed still when I took my time to slowly remove it, her ring clamping it as I slowly worked it out. She moaned when it slid out and my cock stirred hearing it.

“Good girl.” I poured lube on my hand. “How does it fee—”

Emma looked over her shoulder and I was surprised and in awe when her sharp eyes fell on my face. “I’m fine, Cillian. I want you to fuck me. Now!”

I raised my brow, rubbing the lube over her tight little hole. “Has anyone fucked you here before?” I asked, keeping my voice calm even though I wanted to punish her for not letting me take my time. Anal was meant for slow fuck with lots of foreplay, patience and care. It wasn’t something anyone rushed into.

“N-no,” her voice stuttered.

“Then let me take my time before I fuck your virgin little ass, you greedy Doll,” I growled, spanking her ass. Soft enough to feel the shock of pain and hard enough to see my handprint on her ass.

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MY GOOD GIRL

EMMA

My stomach was clenched with nerves when I looked at one of the many mirrors in the room to see Cillian tear open a foil with his teeth. Licking my lips, I watched him roll the condom over his glinting piercing and his long shaft.

“Come on, old man,” I teased, my voice breathy as I wriggled my ass to him. “Hurry up!”

“This old man is going to take his time.” Cillian spanked me, but it was light and playful, making me bite my lip. “Have patience, Doll. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I watched him pour lube on his cock and met his eyes. “And if you do… I’m sure I’ll like it. Love it even.”

He stopped, giving me a look that I couldn’t decipher, and shook his head. “Trouble,” he muttered to himself and straightened up, pinning me down with his hand on my arched back and rubbing his tip over my ass.

My eyes went wide when he kept teasing me, never entering.

“Do you see the wand on your left?” he asked, his voice smoky. “Grab it and use it on your clit.”

I did what he said because I didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing. I held it between my legs and watched our reflection. I was on all fours on the bed with my butt in the air while his large frame was behind me, his hips rocking, and he gently slid the head of his cock inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped at the new sensation of being penetrated and tried to clench and unclench. I could even feel his piercing.

“Relax, Doll,” Cillian gritted his clenched teeth and pushed the wand on my clit. “Focus on the pleasure and take deep breaths. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

I trusted him. He’d never break his promise.

Cillian stayed still for a while until my breathing became calmer and then slid deeper, my mouth parting at the new sensations that were firing all over my body and rushing to my brain.

“Cillian!” I gasped, struggling to keep the buzzing wand over my sensitive clit when he went all the way in, stretching me around his thick girth and grunting over me. “Oh, God…”

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