All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE BODYGUARD: DANGEROUS DESIRE BOOK 2: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NANCY'S POVI opened my mouth wide for him and took his cock back in, resting my hands on his thighs to steady myself. I stayed still, giving him permission with my body. His hips started moving slowly at first—careful, controlled thrusts that pushed his thick cock over my tongue and into my throat. The cuffs rattled against the headboard every time he moved. Spit and pre-cum mixed and dripped down my chin in messy strings with every thrust.“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice strained and filthy. “Open that pretty mouth wider for me. Let daddy fuck your throat. God, you look so fucking perfect like this—on your knees with my cock stretching your lips. You like when I use your mouth, don’t you? Tell me how much you love it.”I moaned loudly around him, the sound muffled and desperate. I nodded as best I could, looking up at him with watery eyes, silently begging him to go harder. My own pussy was aching, throbbing with every thrust into my mouth. I was soaked.He started moving f

NANCY'S POV“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Take your time. Let that tight little pussy stretch around me. You’re doing so good. Look at how well you’re taking my cock. You’re dripping all over me. I can feel how wet you are. You loved sucking me off that much? Loved having me fuck your face while I was cuffed?”I moaned again at his words and sank down even further. Another thick inch pushed inside me. My thighs shook as I held myself there for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against my inner walls. It felt so good I could barely think straight. When I finally took the last inch and my ass settled fully against his hips, I let out a long, shaky moan. He was buried completely inside me, so deep I could feel the thick head of his cock pressing right against that sensitive spot deep in my belly. My pussy clenched tightly around him on instinct, gripping his thick length like it never wanted to let go. I was so full, stretched w

NANCY'S POVI tried to speak but could only moan and whimper as he fucked me harder. The combination of his thick cock stretching my pussy and his thumb working in and out of my ass was making my head spin. I felt so full, so used, so completely his. My body trembled with every thrust, my wrists still held tight behind my back as he took me exactly how he wanted.“That’s it,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock and his thumb. You’re doing so good, baby. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. I can feel how close you are again. You’re going to come with my thumb in your ass, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me.”He kept fucking me hard and deep, his thick cock slamming into my pussy with every powerful thrust while his thumb moved in and out of my tight ass in the same rough rhythm. The pressure inside me built fast and hot, tight in my belly and spreading through my thighs. Every deep stroke of his cock stretched me wide, and every push of his thumb made me feel

NANCY'S POVThe morning light in the painting room was extraordinary.It came through the large north-facing windows in that particular way that only happened in the late morning—soft and diffused, without the harsh directness of midday sun. The kind of light painters spend their whole lives chasing.I'd been in there since breakfast, losing myself in the work the way I always did when something needed processing. When my emotions were too big and too complicated for words, they came out in paint instead.The canvas I'd started that morning was large. Larger than anything I'd worked on since arriving on the island.I'd begun with no plan, which was often how my best work started. Just a brush loaded with color and an instinct pulling my hand across the surface.What emerged was the island at night.The cove we'd swum in. The water rendered in deep blues and silver, the moonlight captured in thick impasto strokes of white and pale gold. The rocky outcroppings dark against a sky I'd bui

NANCY'S POVHe looked at me. "Maybe.""My mother's absence hasn't gotten smaller," I said. "I've just gotten bigger around it. Made more room in myself so it takes up less of the total space."He was quiet.Then, very softly, he said, "That's a good way to think about it."Outside, a bird called from somewhere in the garden. The light through the windows was beginning to take on the warmer quality of late afternoon.I looked at my canvas. At what I'd made of him without fully intending to.He was there in the paint. Really there, in a way that sometimes happened and sometimes didn't, that couldn't be forced or planned. The quality of his attention. The weight of what he carried. The thing underneath all of it that was warm and carefully, carefully protected.I'd caught him being himself.I turned the canvas slightly toward him. "Look."He stood and came to look over my shoulder.His breath changed when he saw it. Very slightly. Just a different quality in the exhale.He looked at the