Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo #4) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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It feels so different now.

Devan’s hand is calloused where mine is soft. Not to mention he’s so fucking big. It makes me shake as he slowly hooks the edge of my bra and tugs it down a little, teasing us both with the sight of my bared nipple.

Then he goes off script.

He presses the phone into my hand. “Hold this.”

“But—” My protest dies as he palms both my breasts. “Okay.” This is better. This is so much better.

I can’t take my gaze from the screen as Devan touches me. My breasts are plenty large for my frame, but his hands dwarf them. He shifts down a little to play his thumbs over my nipples, drawing them to peaks. “Is all your lingerie like this, or did you put this on special for me?”

“All my lingerie is like this.” I shift a little, rolling my hips to rub my ass against his cock. It doesn’t matter that I just had an orgasm for the record books, that my skin is still smarting from the spankings. I need more.

So I play dirty.

“I like how I feel in expensive lingerie.” I smile a little. “I’ve never had any complaints from partners.”

He sets his teeth against the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulders. “Have you worn this for other people, birthday girl? Teased them with your breasts and pussy while playing the innocent?”

I should say yes. I like this thread of jealousy, whether or not it’s part of the game. I like the thought of him claiming me in this set and fucking away any fictional memories of other people. I just…can’t lie. Not in this. “No.” Devan goes still behind me, but I press on. “I picked this out just for you. I wore it just for you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. He coasts one hand down the center of my body and cups my pussy through my panties. I follow the move with the phone. It looks just as good as it feels, just as possessive. Devan seems to agree. “Just for me, huh?”

“Yeah.”

His hand pulses against my pussy. Not enough contact to get me more than hot and bothered, but it’s so sexy, I don’t care. “Sure seems like I own this pussy, at least for tonight.”

I spread my legs wider. I can’t help it. “You do. It’s yours. I’m yours.” Just for tonight. It can only be for tonight. Wanting more than that is absurd and delusional. Devan and I might have shared a very traumatic experience, and he might have been something of an anchor for me during key moments of the aftermath, but we don’t have a future. We can’t.

He shifts his hand over to grip my thigh. “Show me. Show me what’s mine.”

I don’t hesitate. I reach down with my free hand and tug my soaked panties to the side. I’m so wet from the spanking and earlier orgasm that my pussy shines in the camera. I shiver. “Do like what you see?”

He kisses my neck again, but I can feel him watching the screen. He tugs my leg up and out and then slips his hand beneath me to push two fingers into my pussy from behind.

It felt so good when he did it earlier. It looks a thousand times better to watch his blunt fingers disappear into me. I drag in a breath, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but watch as he slowly retreats, his fingers wet with my desire.

“Yeah, birthday girl.” He lifts his fingers slowly, waiting until I follow the movement with the camera, until he presses them to my bottom lip. “I like what I see.” He pushes them into my mouth, fucking me slowly here just like he did below. I suck on his fingers, watching the camera, entranced, until he grips my jaw without removing his fingers. The new tension almost makes me gag, and I whimper.

His voice takes on a harsher edge. “You going to give me that pussy you’ve been teasing me with for so long? I have six years’ worth of frustration to take out on this hot little body. You think you can take it?” He eases his fingers out of my mouth so I can answer.

“Do your worst,” I rasp.

“Oh, I plan on it.” He clasps my throat lightly, bending me back over him. “I should fuck you just like this. Record you taking my cock so I can play it back over and over again.” He makes a sound suspiciously like a growl. “Maybe I’ll even send it to you every year going forward. Happy birthday, Hazel. Remember the night I played with your pussy until you came so many times, you lost count?”

“Do it.”

“There you are, little slut.” He says it almost fondly. He uses his free hand to press the button to stop the recording and takes the phone from me, lightly tossing it onto the other chair. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Years from now, when you’re married and settled down and playing the respectable wife, your phone will chime on your birthday and you’ll have to go somewhere private to play with your pussy and pretend it’s my fingers getting you off.”


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