Page 63 of Daddy's Bodyguard

“You should get started on it …” I gasp as I push one finger into my wet pussy. “Before I finish.”

A feral groan leaves his throat, and then he’s on the bed between my legs. His calloused hands stroke up my calves, my outer thighs, then his arms press against my thighs and pry them apart.

“Fucking hell, Sofia,” he breathes, his eyes locked down there. I shiver and pull my hand back, tasting myself on my finger. He groans and kisses my hip. “You drive me insane.”

Jasper lets out another ragged breath, then licks over my slit. My lips part with a moan, and I push up on my elbows to watch him as he licks again, brushing my clit with his wicked tongue. He jerks me tighter against his mouth as his eyes meet mine.

I pinch my nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Jasper laps at my clit, using his tongue in ways I’ve never experienced before. He freezes, looks up at me again, and I swear I see a victorious smile in his eyes.

Like he just figured out exactly how to make me crazy.

And when he flicks his tongue over my clit again and again, I know he has. I writhe against his mouth, gripping his head in one hand while trying to watch him and make the most of the pleasure at the same time.

My head falls back as my legs twitch and try to close around his head. Oh fuck, he’s so good. He sucks my clit hard and teases me with his tongue until I can’t tell where one moan ends and the next begins.

I fist the sheets on the bed and roll my hips against his mouth until the floodgates open, and I’m drowning in pleasure. I nearly scream into the pillow as I come, white spots flitting over my closed eyes.

But Jasper doesn’t stop. He ups the game, pushing two fingers inside me as he devours me. I can hear how wet I am, hear his panting breaths, and then I’m moaning and cursing again, so overwhelmed by Jasper and his sinful mouth that nothing else matters.

After my second orgasm, he goes faster, fucking me hard with his fingers until sanity is a word and nothing else. I’d do anything to keep him right where he is, tongue flicking back and forth like he’ll never get tired, fingers pumping into me and hitting that perfect spot over and over.

I come a third time with a loud, relieved groan, trying to escape the little licks he’s still giving me. I’m too sensitive, too overwhelmed.

“Ah!” I gasp as he flattens his tongue and licks from my entrance to my clit and back slowly. “Jas …”

“There’s one thing off my list.” He kisses up my belly, licks over my nipple before sucking it hard and gently biting, then he feasts on my mouth. He tastes like me, and the way he kisses should be fucking illegal.

When he draws back, he smirks. “Ready for the second thing?”

“Fuck, yes,” I nod, my whole body humming with pleasure. “You’re too good at that.”

“Then I’ll have to do it more often,” he growls against my ear. “You choose. On your knees or on top?”

I lick my bottom lip, then roll over onto my hands and knees. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Jasper get up, shuck his pants, revealing his damaged leg and every other amazing inch of him.

He glances up at me, and a flash of vulnerability crosses his face. “What?”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I pant.

Jasper grins, his expression lighting up. “You don’t know what that means to me.”

“To me, it means you need to get your fine ass over here before I jump you,” I reply.

He kisses me again, then reaches for a condom. I groan as he rips it with his teeth, eyes on me the whole time. Fuck, this is definitely a better way to be locked up. He gets on the bed behind me and guides my hips where he wants them before slowly sliding into me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groans.

“Your fault.”

“Absolutely.” His chest presses to my back, and his hands rest over mine as he kisses my neck. “I don’t regret a damn thing.”

When he thrusts into me, I groan and rub myself back against him. He’s everywhere. Panting in my ear, kissing my neck, his fingers lacing through mine. He thrusts again and again, filling me over and over with his cock just like I need.

“You feel perfect, Sofia.” He groans. “So warm and tight.”

I whimper and cling to his fingers. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Not until you come,” he promises, slamming into me harder.

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