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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“Oh, I know.” He presses into me. In the camera, I watch his cock spread my pussy obscenely. So wide it looks painful, might be painful if we hadn’t just been fucking a little while ago, if he hadn’t just made me come again. “It’s because one of those little frat boys is your boyfriend.”

I jolt. “How did you know that?”

“Come on, Hazel.” He keeps thrusting slowly, feeding me inch after inch of his cock in the video. “You think I don’t keep tabs on you? I know you’re dating one of those little shits.” He exhales as he sheaths himself completely. “Chad? Brad? One of those frat boy names.”

“Jason,” I murmur.

“Jason,” he repeats. He braces one hand on my hip and starts a slow withdraw. In the camera, his cock is soaked from my pussy. Devan doesn’t pull out all the way, just fucks me slowly in short strokes that have his cock brushing against my G-spot. “Does Jason make you come as hard as I do?”

“No,” I sob out. I’m already close again. I want Devan to finger my clit, but he seems intent on building this orgasm slowly, stroke by stroke.

“Didn’t think so.” He keeps up that agonizingly good pace. “You let Jason fuck you bare? You let him fill you up with his come?”

“No!”

“That’s right. You don’t let anyone but me do that, because this is my pussy.” He grabs the camera and flips it around, pointing it at the bathroom mirror. As I watch, Devan yanks on the tie of my shirt, exposing my breasts. “You’re my little slut, Hazel. And when I show up, you take my cock like a good little girl, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan.

He finally, finally presses his fingers to my clit. “Maybe I should send this video to Jason. Let him know whose pussy he’s been borrowing.”

I don’t think. I just reach behind me to clasp his neck, putting my body even more on display. It feels so fucking good, so fucking wrong. “Your pussy, Devan. It’s your pussy.”

“Fucking right it’s my pussy. Now come for me, birthday girl.”

Chapter 11

Devan circles my clit again and again and then I’m doing exactly as he commands, coming so hard I scream. He shoves the phone into my hand and bends me over the counter. I have just enough control to keep it pointed at the mirror as he grabs my hips and drives into me, so much harder than he did earlier. Deeper. “That’s right, Hazel. I’m going to fill you up and I don’t give a fuck if you’re on birth control because you’re going to take it like a good girl.”

Holy shit.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes! Do it.”

He grinds into me and then he’s coming, his expression downright agonized. A few final pumps, and Devan reaches over to turn off the video. This time there’s no gentle aftercare, though. He picks me up and hauls me out to the main living area where he dumps me on the couch. His cock is still half hard, and he feeds it into my pussy and yanks his shirt over his head. “It’s not enough.”

His frenzy infects me and I arch up to run my hands up his stomach and chest. “I love what you do to me.”

“This shit is fucking with my head.” He presses me back down to the couch. “Look at you.” He cups my breasts and lightly pinches my nipples. “Tits out and pussy taking my cock so sweetly. I ought to have you like this always. Skirt and no panties. Pussy waiting and ready to go.”

I suddenly want that more than anything. “That’s so hot.”

“Yeah. It is.” He keeps fucking me, but it’s like my agreement takes some of the ferocity out of him. Devan lifts my hips a little so he hits my G-spot with every stroke. “Fuck, I could stay inside you forever.”

I have no response to that because I’m coming again. This orgasm is different from the rest. It feels softer, gentler. The sensation only gets stronger when Devan leans down, pressing his chest to mine, and kisses me. A proper kiss this time, one deep and possessive and the tiniest bit messy. On and on, until we’re panting against each other’s lips and he tenses and comes again.

Devan presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck.”

It takes me two tries to form a response. “That about sums it up.”

He moves back and I can’t stop a sound of protest. From the look on his face, he feels the same way. I just want to be closer, closer, closer. The last few hours have been beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want it to end, even if it’s simply a pause while we move from one birthday to the next. Each one takes us closer to the end of this night, to the moment when he pulls out of me for the last time.


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