Page 58 of Daddy's Bodyguard

“I happily accept the blame.” His hands stroke down my back, and he kisses along my throat and the inside of my shoulder. “Condoms in the bag.”

I pause and arch an eyebrow. “You planned this?”

“I’m a boy scout. Always prepared.”

I roll my eyes, but something squeezes my stomach. I lay next to Jasper, kissing his chest but also catching my breath. What am I doing? Jasper rolls onto his side, then hovers over me, stealing my mouth until I forget everything but his name.

He strokes down my belly and pushes my thighs apart. “Yes?”

Nodding, I lick my bottom lip. “Yes.”

He strokes over my clit, and my back arches. I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulder. Jasper kisses me softly and presses his forehead to mine. “Tell me how to please you.”

Fuck, that may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I guide his fingers right where I need them and nod. He circles my clit, then rubs his fingers up and down. My hips roll against his hand, and I gasp, my head falling back.

“Just like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! Yes!”

He groans and kisses down my throat, gently nibbling the skin above my cleavage before picking up the speed. I squirm as my body rolls into his hand, grinding down on his fingers until I feel the familiar build up in my belly, threatening to explode.

Fuck, he’s good.

“Faster. Harder,” I pant.

He groans, and I feel his cock brush my hip as he moves to do exactly as I ask. His muscular arm flexes with each brush of his fingers across my clit, and when his fierce blue eyes turn on me, all I can do is kiss him.

Jasper groans and pushes two fingers inside me. A moan tears me away from him, and I lose myself in the climax as he hits the perfect spot deep inside me. My legs shake, my body tightens, and I grab his wrist, not sure if I want to stop him or hold him right there where I need his fingers.

My body rolls against him again before I go limp. He kisses me hungrily. “Again.”

“Again?”

“I’m happy to make you come all morning.” He purrs in my ear. “Again.”

His fingers move with slow, steady thrusts, then he tries a few different techniques, quickening the pace, curling them deep inside me until I come again.

“Fuck!” I bite his shoulder, my body quivering from the onslaught of pleasure filling every crevice of my being, leaving me undoubtedly addicted to this man.

Jasper removes his fingers and reaches for the box with condoms, opens it, then tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth. There’s something so primal and hot about it, just like watching him roll the condom over every impressive inch of his thick cock.

I lick my lips, promising myself that I’m going to blow him before we part ways. Jasper moans and tightens his hold on his cock for a moment before his searing eyes flick back to mine. “Still yes?”

“Hell, yes.”

I climb on top of him and slowly slide down his cock. His lips part, and his eyes close as a low moan bubbles up from his chest. I brace myself on his abdomen, and I take every inch of him deep in my pussy.

“Fuck.” I pant. “You feel good.”

“Jesus Christ, Sofia.” He groans, his hands on my hips. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

I roll my body as a test, and his hips flex, thrusting into me. Fire dances on my nerves, and I roll my hips again, taking him deep once more. Jasper fills me perfectly, stretching my pussy around his cock like I belong to him alone. Pleasure spreads through my body, making my head hazy.

He kisses across my breasts, thrusting up every time I come down on him as the bed shakes and thuds against the wall. Sweat beads on his forehead as I ride him hard and fast, no control or restraint possible when he’s buried inside me, touching me, kissing me.

It’s too much. It’s nearly impossible to keep from coming again. Jasper gasps. “Fuck, I’m already close.”

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