Page 35 of The Guardian

His smile broadens, and his eyes grow darker as he leans in, his grip tightening a centimeter more. “You have no idea just how right you are, Juliette. I’m going to spend the next several hours showing you exactly all the ways I’ve fantasized about defiling you, and when I’m done, you’re going to beg me to do it all over again.”

“Is that right? And what about protection?”

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a handful of condoms and tossing them onto the bed, making me laugh.

“On your knees, Miss Pierce. I think it’s time you learn exactly who’s in charge.” He presses against my shoulders, guiding me down to my knees. His pants are starting to tent, right at my mouth level.

“Let me guess, you want me to call you ‘Mr. Rockwell’?”

He smiles, reaching inside his pants to free himself. I can’t hide the way my eyes bug out when I see his size—not just the length but the girth. He’s thick, veins running down his shaft to his perfectly-shaped tip. He places himself right at my lips.

“It’s going to be hard to call me anything with my cock down your throat.”

12

ALEX

This sight would be worth losing a year off my life. I run the tip of my cock over Juliette’s plump bottom lip, a shiver running through my body at the way it teases the underside of my head.

“Look at me.” I pause my movements, reaching out to hold her chin. “You can be whoever you want with everyone else. You can stay uptight and rigid, being whoever they think you should be, but with me, in here, let your guard down. Just let yourself feel and enjoy it, baby. There’s no judgment.”

Her eyes move back and forth slightly. “And what makes you think I want to be on my knees before you?”

I smile. “Because if you didn’t, there’s no way you’d let me put you there. You’re a take-charge kind of woman, always calling the shots. I think you want a man like me to take over, to push your boundaries. Don’t you?” She doesn’t respond, so I tighten my grip on her chin.“Don’t you?”

“Maybe.” She wants to let go, but I can tell it’s hard for her.

“Open your mouth.” I command, and her lips part. “Ohhh yesss,” I hiss the words as I slide my cock past her lips, into her mouth where the warmth and wetness of her tongue slide over me. “Just like that, baby.” I can barely contain myself as I slowly ease myself back out and slide in deeper.

My head falls back, my hands tangling in her hair as I start to pump my hips in time with her head bobbing up and down my length. I push deeper this time, making her gag for a second before she lightly touches my shaft with her teeth.

“Shit.” I snap my head up then look down at her, a devious look in her eyes. “Hey,” I tighten my grip on her hair, “be a good girl.” I narrow my gaze at her before picking up my pace again. I’m seconds away from coming. My balls tighten, my chest feels like it’s on fire, and right before I come, she sits back on her feet, my cock falling from her lips. “The fuck?” I groan, my chest heaving as I stare down at her.

“Maybe I don’t want to completely give up control.” She shrugs.

“Or maybe,” I say, reaching down to grab her and pull her to her feet, “you just want me to force you into submission.”

I pull my pants back up before sliding my hand back into her hair as my other hand finds her panties, pulling them to the side so my finger can slip between her folds.

“Ahh.” Her little moan tells me everything I need to know, along with how wet she is.

“You do like being told what to do, don’t you? Is that your little kink, sweetheart? You want a man to handle you a little roughly?”

Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her mouth hanging open as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. “Please don’t stop,” she pants. I have no intention of stopping. I grip her hair tightly, watching as she falls apart in my arms.

“You look absolutely breathtaking when you come.” I lean in, kissing her pillowy-soft lips as she rides out her orgasm. “I want to taste your sweet cunt again.” I pull my fingers from her, licking them clean. “But first, I want you naked.” I pull her tank top from her body, tossing it to the floor before sliding her panties down her thighs and pushing her back onto the bed.

Her still-half-damp hair is fanned out around her, and the outline of her perfect hourglass body against her sheets looks erotic and artistic at the same time.

“Not to sound cliché,” I say, placing my knee on the bed as I run my hands up her legs to her knees, where I press them apart, “but your body looks like it was made to be touched and pleased. Like you were built to be fucked, baby.” I drag my hands down her inner thighs, spreading her wide—her pink pussy glistening in the moonlight, begging me to taste it. I don’t hesitate. I lean in, dragging my tongue over her as she lets out a long, low moan. My tongue dances over her clit, then I slide it deep inside her, the taste of her soaking my tongue. I could stay trapped in her for hours, devouring her.

“Right there,” she pants, her hands tangling in my hair, pushing my face harder against her as she begins to tremble, her thighs squeezing against my shoulders as she comes. Pleasure rolls through her like waves, her body convulsing with each one.

“You are so responsive to my touch.” I drag my fingers over her, toying with her a few more seconds. “Have you always been that way?”

“I—” she hesitates, “I don’t think so.”

“In that case,” I say, pulling off my pants, my cock springing free, “let’s see how you respond to my cock inside you.” I reach for one of the condoms, tearing it open with my teeth and sliding it down my length.

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