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

hardly think with him stroking my clit. “You’re prettier than Gimli.”

“Taller, too.” He works three fingers into me. “Now be a good girl and stop squirming. I see my food coming and I don’t want to be distracted.”

“You don’t want to be distracted?”

“Exactly.”

The next twenty minutes are pure delicious agony. I drink another mimosa as Devan alternates pulsing his fingers inside me and idly stroking my clit. By the time he takes care of the bill, I’m shaking so hard, I’m not sure I can stand. I’m not about to let that stop me, though.

I all but drag Devan to the elevators. He barely waits for the doors to slide shut and me to press the button for my floor before he picks me up and pins me to the wall, kissing me, deep and harsh. His cock is a hard length between my thighs, a promise of things to come. I don’t want to wait. I’m about to say as much when the doors ding open again on my floor.

He doesn’t put me down. He simply carries me out and pauses our kiss long enough to say. “Room number.” I rattle it off and then he’s carrying me down the hall to the room. I fumble the key, and he grabs the card out of my hand, unlocking the door and sending us tumbling inside. He barely pauses to kick it shut behind us when he all but tosses me onto the bed. “Show me.”

I yank up my dress and spread my thighs. He never fixed my panties, so they’re still bunched on the side, leaving my pussy on display. Devan curses. “Looks like someone is needy.”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do.” He sinks to his knees at the edge of the mattress and yanks off my panties. I barely have time to brace before he’s diving down, kissing my pussy in a borderline frenzy. He’s kept me on the edge too long. I want to hold out, but the first time he sucks on my clit, my back bows and I orgasm so hard, my legs shake. “Devan!”

“I missed you.”

I give a choked laugh. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?”

“Both.” He leverages himself up and undoes the buttons of my dress to my waist, tugging the fabric aside to expose my bare breasts. He shakes his head slowly. “Trust you to wear something deceptively modest and actually be naked beneath it.”

“I like easy access.” I arch my back. “I missed you, too, you know. A lot.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him. His shorts and underwear quickly follow. Devan hooks me around the waist and drops to the bed, pulling me astride him. “Show me.”

I roll my hips, rubbing myself up and down his hard length. I’d half convinced myself that I imagined how big his cock was, but somehow it seems even bigger than I remember. “Did you delete the video of you fucking me in the bathroom?”

“I should have.” His gaze drops to my pussy. “If I was a good guy, I would have.”

I’m so very fucking glad he didn’t. I angle my hips to edge his cock to my entrance. He watches me fight his size to work myself down his length with a satisfied smirk. I love it. I also can’t help ribbing him just a little. “How many times did you jack yourself to that video?”

“Enough that both cock and palm got raw.” He says it without a hint of embarrassment. “Didn’t come close to the real thing.”

I swivel my hips, taking him deeper. He’s filling me so much, it takes a moment before I’m able to speak again. “I did the same with my video. Rode my hand over and over again, pretending it was yours.” One last inch and he’s seated entirely within me. Too much, too full, too fucking big, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I brace my hands on his chest and shiver. “Devan?”

“Yeah?”

I start to ride him. “How does your pussy feel?”

His lips curve even as his eyes go hot. “Wet and tight and made just for me.”

The desire is there to pick up my pace, to fuck him with all the frenzy of the built-up weeks. I don’t. I ride his cock slowly, making the same promise with my body that I made with my words. Forever. Not just a day, a weekend, even a month. I’m promising him my future in the same way he’s promising me his.

I unbutton my dress and shrug it off. Immediately, his eyes got to my hips, to the faint black marks there. He brushes his thumb over one and his eyes go wide. “Hazel.”

“Mmmm?”

“Am I seeing things, or did you tattoo my fingerprints on your skin?”

I bite my bottom lip and still my hips. “They were going to fade. I thought I wouldn’t ever see you again and I couldn’t stand the thought of your marks fading. So I did something about it.”

He brushes his thumb over the mark again. “I must be a monster, because I fucking love this so much.”

“I love you,” I say simply.

He tangles one hand in my hair and tows me down for a kiss. “Say it again,” he growls against my lips.

“I love you.” Another orgasm is building, a deeper one. I pick up my pace a little, grinding my clit against his stomach. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Devan rolls me, picking up that same devastating pace that sends me closer and closer to the edge. “I love you, too, Hazel. So fucking much.” He grinds down into me and it’s too much. I orgasm with his name on my lips. A few harsh thrusts later, he follows me over the edge.

He drops down next to me, tucking me against his side. It takes several long moments before our harsh breathing evens out. Devan presses a kiss to my temple. “I meant what I said. I want to marry