Page 68 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

The sound from his throat was raw.

She pumped him in long, deep strokes, her mouth gliding over his steely cock, her hand cupping his ballocks and stroking his shaft.

Every moan and groan released from his lips made her dizzy with power. Matthew’s hand gripped her hair tighter, setting the rhythm, coaxing her to go faster, harder. His rod was so engorged, she found it difficult to move over him.

"I need to fuck you," he rasped. The word came out raw. "Hard. Relentless. Watch your cunt stretch around me."

As he released her hair, she rose up, hiking her skirts around her hips.

His eyes dropped to the bare skin of her thighs, to the slick folds between them. A sound escaped him: low, animal, broken.

His gaze met hers. Wild. Wrecked. Completely at her mercy.

"Don't you dare come before I do." She positioned herself above him. "I need you."

One hand gripped her hip and the other found her clitoris.

She sank down onto him and cried out.

He stretched her, filled her. Each time felt new, overwhelming. Her body yielded to the thick intrusion until he was seated fully inside her.

For a moment, neither moved. His fingers dug into her hip. His thumb pressed against her pearl, circling slowly.

"Ride me," he rasped.

She rose up on her knees, feeling him slide out until only the tip remained. Then sank back down inch by torturous inch.

His jaw clenched. The tendons in his neck stood taut.

She did it again. And again. Setting a pace that was torturously slow, each descent drawing a rough sound from his throat.

"Faster."

She ignored him.

His thumb pressed harder against her pearl, rubbing in tight circles that made her gasp. "Yes," she breathed.

He maintained the rhythm on her clitoris, making her ground down on him almost involuntarily. She rolled her hips, taking him deep, helpless to chase her own pleasure.

"That’s it." His voice was strained. His thumb kept working her, building the heat in her core. "You got the tightest, wettest cunt I've ever—" He broke off with a groan as she clenched around him.

She planted her hands on his chest and began to move in earnest. Still not fast but deeper. Harder. Each stroke grinding him against the spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.

His free hand slid up her thigh, gripped her arse firmly, urged her on. His thumb never stopped its relentless circling.

"Such a sweet cunt." His voice was barely recognisable. "Take what you need."

She was. God, she was. Using his body for her pleasure, chasing the tension coiling tighter in her belly. He watched her with dark eyes, his lips parted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

"You're so beautiful like this." His thumb pressed and rubbed. "Fucking yourself on my cock. Taking your pleasure."

She moaned, her head falling back. The tension was building and building.

She watched him through her hooded eyes. He was wild. Burning. Utterly focused on her.

"Come for me, Flo." His thumb moved faster. "Come on my cock."

The command broke something loose inside her. The tension snapped. Pleasure crashed through her in violent waves, her entire body convulsing around him. She bit down on her fist to muffle the scream that tore from her throat.