Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo) Katee Robert (snow like ashes series TXT) 📖

“Yes,” I sob out.

He keeps working me down his length, one slow inch at a time. His words get rougher with each second that ticks past. “Flaunting this hot little body in front of the entire bar. Practically inviting someone to stick their cock in you. To fuck right there in front of everyone. Would you like that?” He grabs my other hip and slams me the rest of the way down, sheathing himself entirely.

I cry out and writhe, though I can’t tell if I’m trying to get closer to trying to get away. He’s so impossibly deep. It’s like his cock is possessing me, marking me as his in way I don’t know how to deal with. “No. Just you.”

“That’s right. Just me.” His grip eases a little bit and he skates his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. “It doesn’t matter what other cocks you ride, birthday girl. No one is going to fuck you as deep as me. This pussy is mine now. It always will be.” He tugs the straps of my swimsuit, loosening them enough to pull my top off, and then repeating the process with my bottoms.

I stare at our reflections. I look exactly like the little slut I feel. Naked against his clothed body. Heat lances me and I relax into it. The fit of him inside me eases a little, edging into pure pleasure. I shiver. “It feels good.”

“It’s going to feel better.” He lifts a hand to press two fingers to my lips. I suck him deep, and his cock pulses inside me. Devan takes his wet fingers and lightly strokes my clit.

He’s right. It does feel better.

With every little circle he traces, I lose another layer of coherency. I forget we’re playing a game. I forget that this is temporary. I forget everything but reaching the pinnacle. “More.” I lean back against his shoulder and focus on riding his cock as much as he’ll allow. He keeps me pinned down, keeps himself sheathed to the hilt as he pushes me closer and closer to orgasm. “More,” I cry.

“Greedy girl.” He releases my hip. “You want more? Take it.”

I immediately lean forward and brace myself on his thick thighs. I can’t lift myself entirely off his cock, and I have the borderline hysterical thought that he could keep me pinned like this indefinitely. My feet barely touch the ground. All he’d have to do is spread his thighs a little more and I’d be completely at his mercy until his body gives out.

Even the little friction I manage on my own, lifting myself a few inches off him and slamming back down, nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh god.”

“Not god, Hazel. Me.” He keeps up those devastating strokes to my clit, easily matching my pace. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“Devan,” I moan. “Yours. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“That’s right.” His voice goes rougher yet. “That’s fucking right. Now come all over my cock like the little slut you are.”

I keep fucking him as much as I’m able, and he keeps at my clit. I look at myself in the mirror. From this angle, I can’t see where we’re joined properly, and I suddenly want to. I want to see his massive girth disappear into my pussy. I want to watch my body take him, inch by unending inch. I drag in a breath. “I want you to fuck me again, Devan.”

“I’m fucking you right now.”

“Again,” I repeat. “But I want to film it. Watching is so hot, I want to keep it forever.”

He pauses. For one breathless moment, I think I’ve somehow gone too far, but then Devan bands an arm around my waist and surges up. He was letting me control everything before, but that’s over now. He fucks up into me and even with the restricted mobility of this position, I feel entirely owned by him.

I come so hard, I shriek. Devan barely hesitates. He lifts me off him and switches our position, tumbling me onto the couch and kneeling between my thighs. He guides his cock back into me and uses his palms to press my legs up and out, holding me open for him as he fucks me. “This is what you want to see.”

I stare down to where we’re joined. His cock saws into me, unbelievably big, my orgasm soaking both of us. “Yes,” I gasp. “More.”

“So fucking greedy. So demanding. You sure you’re a virgin, birthday girl? Because you take this cock like you’ve done this before.” He picks up his pace, borderline pounding into me. “Just. Have. To. Get. Deeper.” Devan surges forward and I swear to god I feel him in the back of my throat.

I come again. This time, there’s no shriek. I make a choked sound and my body clenches so hard my brain shorts out. He curses and pulls out, jacking his cock in rough, furious movements. On the second stroke, he orgasms, his come lashing my lower stomach and pussy. Devan gives one last stroke and then drags his cock down my slit.

I can’t stop shaking. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Holy shit.”

Devan’s exhale sounds just as shaky as my body. “Yeah.” He meets my gaze. “You okay?”

“Okay?” I blink slowly. It feels like my words are being pulled through taffy. “I don’t think okay is the word. I think I just had an out-of-body experience.”

His expression eases and he shakes his head. “That about sums it up. Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

He leverages himself to his feet, tucks his cock away, and heads in the direction of the bedroom. I lift my head enough to look at myself in the mirror. My body looks as deliciously boneless as I feel, slumped against the couch with my legs spread and Devan’s come all over my pussy.

Just…wow.

Am I really going to survive five—no, four—more times of this?

More, how the hell is normal sex supposed to measure up to this? He