Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo) by Katee Robert (story books to read .txt) 📕

all those frat boys outside the door can hear you and know you’re getting dicked down in a way they couldn’t begin to accomplish.”

I hold up my hands. “Devan, wait. Let’s talk about this.”

But he’s done talking. Again, I get more than a hint of anger as he crosses the distance between us in one single stride and grabs me. I barely get a squawk out when he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my legs. “Look at that,” he murmurs. “Your pussy is there, on display. You really were flashing that invitation at anyone who dared look.”

He brushes his fingers along the hem of my skirt where it’s fallen up against my waist. “A school girl.” His gaze flicks to mine. “Are you trying to remind me that you’re my ward?”

“I’m twenty. I’m not your ward.”

“You sure as fuck are.” He drags his knuckles over my pussy. “I took care of your pussy last year, and I’m going to do the same this year.”

“Because you’re a good guardian.” I manage to inject a thread of sarcasm into my tone, but not nearly enough to combat how needy I sound. “Well then… Do it.”

“You are not in charge, Hazel. You want me to stop, I stop, but you don’t get to direct this. You want to be in charge? Go fuck one of those frat boys.”

I push at his chest. I might as well push at a wall. “I’m trying to fuck one of those frat boys.”

He hooks his fingers into my panties, rubbing his bare knuckle over my pussy. “You wet for him, birthday girl? That fool who will just jack rabbit into you until he reaches his orgasm, and not worry about figuring out where your clit is actually located?”

Considering the frat boys I’ve fucked in the past have sex exactly like that, I can’t help blushing. “I seem to remember you doing some jack hammering of your own last year.”

He keeps rubbing my pussy, his gaze on mine. “And I seem to remember you coming around my cock—twice.” He reaches into his pocket and my heart dips as I watch him pull out his phone. “You remember what you said last year?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He pulls me off the counter and spins me around. It’s low enough that, in my heels, my hips are well above the edge of the counter. Devan reaches around me and sets the phone against the back of the counter, angling it so it shows my hips and upper thighs. He pushes the record button and then reaches between my thighs, roughly palming my pussy. “You miss me, birthday girl?” He lifts my skirt enough to see my panties.

“Of course not.” But I’m shaking with the restraint required to hold perfectly still as he touches me, instead of parting my legs further and begging. It’s all too easy to imagine I can hear the thumping base on the other side of the door, can hear people partying as Devan slides his big hand into my panties. The image is so hot, I moan a little.

“Maybe you didn’t miss me, but this pretty pussy did.” He drags a single finger along my slit. Not pushing inside. Just feeling me, testing my wetness. “No one’s been taking care of her properly.”

“How would you know?”

“You’re in this bathroom with me right now, not someone else.” He moves his hand out of my panties and tugs them to the side. My pussy is clearly visible on the screen, wet and swollen with desire. Devan parts me. “You haven’t told me to stop.”

“Stop.” I roll my hips to rub myself against his hand. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom. I don’t want you to make me come so hard I scream.”

“Mmmm. Yeah. I won’t do that. I won’t do it at all.” I feel him sink down behind me, but I can’t do anything but stare at the screen of his phone as he tugs my panties down my legs, baring my pussy completely. He guides one leg up to the counter and then his mouth is there, licking me.

I cry out, arching my back to give him better access. The video can’t quite see things clearly, but it’s obvious his mouth is all over my pussy. It feels so good, the sensation only made better by the fact that this is wrong. Devan’s tongue slides inside me and I moan. “Oh god, stop. That feels too good.”

He speaks against my heated flesh. “Stop riding my face and I’ll stop licking this pretty pussy.”

I don’t stop. I keep rolling my hips, and I can’t help but reach down and tangle one hand in his hair. His beard scratches against my inner thighs, and fuck, even that’s so hot I can barely stand it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m going to come.” And then I do, orgasming so hard, he has to grab my hips to keep me in place. Devan doesn’t stop, though, he keeps eating me out through wave after wave. Too good. It’s too fucking good.

Finally, he nips my thigh and then he’s climbing back to his feet behind me. A pause and then he’s at my back, his cock between my thighs. He leans over my shoulder and looks at the camera. “Look at that. For someone who says she doesn’t want this, you come so prettily.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I shiver at the sight of the length of his giant cock pressed against my pussy. He slides against me, not trying to enter. “It felt too good to stop.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, birthday girl.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” He wraps a fist around his cock and dips down until he can position the broad head at my entrance. “Is it because you’re my ward?”

“No,” I whisper. “Not because of that.”

“Mmmm.” Devan pretends to think as he brushes the head of his cock over me, again and again. My skirt is hiked up just enough to