Chapter Six: Silent Nights (Claimed by my Bodyguard)

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I tell him as he wraps his hand gently around my neck and pulls me close to his lips, only to tease me with a kiss, denying me one. He ends up kissing my jaw instead, which is still a win.

“So–” my breast fills his large hand and he sucks it, the same hand playing with the nipple of my other breast, tugging at it hard. My pussy twitches and I moan, kissing his ear. “How old are you?” He asks.

“Fuck me, Damian,” I beg, rubbing my ass continuously against his now-hard cock, almost kissing his lips. He stills my movement, denying me the second time.

“What’s your name?” He tucks my hair behind my ear, staring deep into my eyes. I feel it in my soul. I recognize the look in his eyes because I looked at him the same way during our last sex.

“Tell me your name.”

“Kayla.”

He thinks. Probably wondering if I told him the wrong name.

“And I’m twenty-six.”

That shocks him.

“Twenty-six?”

I nod.

“You’re such a baby. A very pretty one.” His head comes against my shoulder, and butterflies burst in my stomach.

“I’m a grown-ass woman,” I argue.

“Thought you were older. At least twenty-nine.”

I chuckle. “I don’t look that old.”

He smiles when his eyes catch my face.

“How old are you?” I ask, straddling his thighs, both our mouths open as we breathe into each other. I sit slowly on his cock–bigger now that it’s fully erect–my pussy taking him halfway. He lets me.

“Much older.”

“How much older?” I begin riding him.

“Kayla…” He kisses my collarbone, both hands on the bed. “I’m—uh—” he moans as I keep riding his cock. His moans sound so good. “Thirty-two.” He closes his eyes briefly, feeling every inch of my pussy.

“Wow.” I whisper because he doesn't look his age. He only chuckles.

I bite back a grin as I stop riding him, wanting to see his reaction.

“Don’t you dare stop now.” he rasps as he opens his eyes. He grips my waist, moving his cock slowly inside me. “It feels so good, baby.”

Oh, the way he calls me baby. The sweetest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Please don’t stop.”

He takes my breast into his mouth again—a boob guy.

I ride him hard, rolling my waist, trying to take it all in—his huge cock.

“Such a greedy, tight, fat pussy.”

He grabs my ass, pumping so fast into me. When his cock slips out, I quickly put it back inside me.

“Yes, daddy. Oh, fuck me good, daddy. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

He keeps slamming his cock into my wet pussy, sweat beading on our foreheads. Then he grabs my waist so hard, halting my movement, forcing me to take the whole of his cock. My pussy swallows it all, twitching. My eyes bulge as I gasp, shocked that I can take his full length.

“Damiannnn!”

I scream loud–definitely loud enough for the mansion to hear—as I feel his cock in my stomach. A sweet, delicious pain.

I try moving, but I can’t. Instead of releasing me, he wraps his arms tightly around me, eyes unmoving on my face.

“Fuck you,” I wince.

He flexes his jaw, smirking.

“goddddd…” My legs start shaking, orgasm building.

“I’m already being fucked, baby. And I’m your god.”

Then, “I knew your pussy could take it. Look at it swallowing my cock.”

“Please…” Hot fluid runs out of my pussy. “It’s too much.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head, orgasm spreading through me.

“Shh, shhh, shhh. Be a good girl and take it all.”

Then he finally lets go, allowing me to take back control.

I begin bouncing on his cock, taking it all, just the way he likes.

We kiss as I ride him harder—so hard.

Even when he falls back onto the bed, his eyes stay on mine, groaning.

“uh... You ride me so good ”

He says, his eyes closing briefly, licking his lips and placing his hands at the back of his head. Oh, he loves me riding him.

“I didn’t use a condom last time,” he reminds me, “Let me… Fuckkk” moaning as he manages to continue. “Let me use one now.”

He glances toward the drawer besides his bed.

Jealousy hits me.

Was he fucking other girls with this same cock?

I refuse to ruin the moment.

“I like you bare inside me. I want to feel every inch and ridge of your cock.”

I grab and suck his cock to show possession.

“Mine.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip, lick the tiny hole, the underside, admiring each vein. I will never get enough of how pretty his cock is.

“Kayla…” He holds my waist.

The expression on his face when I climb him again—he’s worried I’ll get pregnant.

“I’m on drugs, relax.”

His muscles relax.

God forbid I get pregnant for a man old enough to be my father.

For Damian… I wouldn’t mind.

But now isn’t the time.

When I bend to kiss his jaw, he uses the chance to take back control, turning me onto the bed and coming between my legs.

“Couldn’t take it? My pussy riding you?” I tease.

And there it is again—that look in his eyes.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t need to hold his still hard, erect cock against my pussy; it slides into me effortlessly in one go, my pussy opening for him, recognizing him.

He locks his hand with mine.

“I love you, Kayla.”

He begins moving, forehead against mine, eyes locked on me. Our bodies sweat against each other.

“I burn for you.”

He finally gives me that kiss.

The kiss and his words—with his cock inside me—push me into climax and I cum so hard.

He clenches his jaw, muscle stiffening as I feel his cock straining, his pace slowing. He's close.

My pussy tightens around his length, gripping him, and I wrap my legs around him, stopping him from pulling out.

Payback.

He pleads with his eyes.

I refuse.

With no choice, his semen explodes inside me. His lips fell apart and his body tenses. My stomach flutters as he groans, grinding his teeth. Cursing.

“I love you too.”

He collapses onto my body, powerless, heartbeat against mine.

We pant. So out of breathe

His cock slips out, and we kiss until our lips are swollen and glistening—so red.

“Merry Christmas, Kayla.”

“Best Christmas ever. Merry Christmas.”

I place my head on his chest, and suddenly–

“Shit!”

“What is it?” He asks, worried.

“I forgot to bring your Christmas present.”

“You got me a present? Baby”

He looks so grateful and emotional as he kisses me deeply when I nod.

“Does it hurt?” He looks down at my pussy.

I shake my head. “Sex with you is one of my sweetest experiences.”

My fingers trace his abs.

He smiles.“I’m just getting started with you.”

“Don’t be too proud.”

We laugh and fall quiet for minutes.

“Would you want me to fuck you again? Please?”

My pussy starts getting wet again.

“Round two?”

He nods. “Only better this time.”

He doesn’t have to beg me for sex. But what could be better than the last two?

“Harder.” He cups my aching breast, my nipples mildly sore. “And do not cum until I tell you to, Kayla.”

Fear and excitement consumes me.

“You can squirt,” he adds.

“So… can your pussy take another round?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

He positions himself between my legs.

Like I said—sex god.

We fucked five times that day.

Three times on his bed, once in the bathroom while he was giving me after care, and once in his kitchen while he makes me lunch.

Bathroom sex was so wild. I swear he kicked a baby inside me—even though I’m on birth control.

We don’t care if the guards hear us.

We’re in love and living in the moment, dancing to Christmas songs. I've found my happiness, despite it's forbidden and I'm never letting him go… and I don't think he'll ever let me go either.