Chapter Four

Aria

A surprised gasp slips out when my bodyguard throws me down in the center of the bed before starting to strip, his hands rough and impatient on his clothes. I marvel at the brute strength underneath the shirt when it falls away.

This man is something straight out of those Greek mythology books my friends love to read. His muscles are perfectly sculptured and covered in tattoos, and I want to reach out and trace my fingers over them. I bet they would feel powerful underneath my fingertips.

God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Drove myself into near madness trying to picture what lay underneath my bodyguard’s suits. No, I could never have dreamed up the perfection that is this man.

My eyes drop to the ridges of his stomach and the trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants and… oh . I suck in a sharp breath when he pops open the button to his pants and tugs down the zipper to reveal his massive erection stretching the seams of his boxer briefs.

“So big,” I gasp, staring at his massive shaft and questioning how the hell that is going to fit inside of me but… I want him to touch me. I need his hands on me so much that I hurt. The secret spot between my thighs is pulsing hard, growing slicker with arousal every second he stays away. I need this. Need him to kiss me, touch me, make love to me. Use me. I don’t care which, I just need him.

“Strip, I want to see you naked,” Orlando growls, raking his hungry eyes over my exposed chest and down my thighs, his hands stroking his massive cock.

“Okay,” I breathe, my hands shaking from excitement and nerves as I reach back and unstrap my bra before dropping it on the bed. I take off my skirt next, leaving my panties on.

“Everything, princess. I want to see that little pussy. You want me to taste it, don’t you?”

Oh God!

I flush at his words, heat climbing my neck and cheeks. This is the first time I’ve heard my bodyguard talk to me like this and… I like it. Perhaps a little too much. Despite being raised by criminals, I was only exposed to polite society and crudeness isn’t something I have ever had directed to me.

And yes, of course I want to feel his lips… everywhere. And I want to return the favor. He can teach me how to pleasure him too. I bet he'll be a great teacher.

I peel my panties off my sodden sex, blushing fiercely as I slide them down my thighs before pulling them completely off leaving me naked in front of my bodyguard. I fight the urge to cover up myself, but his next words stop me before I can.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see you. Spread those legs for me, princess.”

I'm too weak to resist as I slowly open my legs wider for my bodyguard, revealing a part of me I have kept hidden from all other men. He makes a deep growly noise that sends a shiver wracking my body and when he climbs onto the bed and settles between my open thighs. I damn near hyperventilate from how harsh my breathing is.

"Please," I whimper, every bit of me aching for him. "Please, daddy."

Orlando leans in, tugging my chin and my mouth puffs open with a sigh. That is all the opening he needs before his mouth slams down on mine, his hungry tongue seeking mine. I whimper at the wet friction, our tongues stroking together in a dance so carnal it sends moisture pooling into me even more. I didn't think someone could be this aroused but at this point, I'm damn sure I have created a damp spot on his sheets. "I won't keep you waiting any longer, princess," he rasps against my lips. "Let me kiss your wet little cunt and reward you for being such a good girl and waiting for Daddy to take care of it for you."

“Yes,” I whimper at his words that feel like a caress on my skin. God, how did I live without this man’s touch before?

“Only I can kiss you like this,” he grinds, teasing the beaded nipples and leaving them aching as he trails his lips down my body. I jerk hard when I feel the press of his middle finger between my folds, rubbing in circles and sending an explosion of sensation up my body. “Fuck princess, you are practically dripping. Do you want Daddy to help you with that?”

A sob is wrenched from me when he grazes the sensitive nub with his thumb. "Yes. Oh, God."

"You have no fucking idea how many times I've wanted to do this to you," Orlando says thickly, kissing my inner thigh as he teases my nub with this thumb. "There were times I wanted to bend you over those statues you like so much and fuck you so hard with everyone in the gallery watching. Rut you so heard the entirety of Moth Hill heard all your cries."

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Princess. No more.”

My back arches with another sob when he increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit, strumming it faster until I feel tethered to the edge of my explosion, but he withdraws his hand, thwarting my climax. He doesn't give me time to cry out with frustration before his finger is replaced by his mouth.

I thought… I’ve always imagined that I would be prepared and knowledgeable on how sex is supposed to feel. I’ve brought myself to an orgasm a few times so I figured it would feel the same way with him.

It doesn’t feel the same.

Not even close.

A scream tears out of my throat when my bodyguard rides his tongue over the wet valley of my feminine flesh. There isn’t time to make sense of the mirage of sensations as he licks between my folds with harsh growls, lapping at my arousal before bringing his thumb back on my clit. My fingers close around the sheets, tearing at them as I whine and sob, begging for the sweet release building up in my core. My hips writhe helplessly on the bed as he pleasures me in ways I never thought possible.

"You taste like heaven princess," he growls, tucking his hands beneath me to grip my ass cheeks before stroking his tongue over me like a madman. My thighs shake violently and my back arches off the bed when I feel myself draw closer to an unfamiliar storm. One I think I am prepared for until his hungry mouth closes around my clit in hot suction. Then I realize that I am not.

A violent storm explodes through my body, and I go blind. A cry tears out of my throat as I orgasm, my body jerking hard against the mouth kissing me through the climax. My toes curl in pleasure as moisture floods me, the violent tremors sweeping through my body making it hard to breathe.

God. Oh God.

It lasts forever. The violent shaking and dark spot in my eyes last forever and my mind barely register that Orlando is kissing a path up my body. "You look so fucking beautiful when you come apart, princess," he rasps, his hard heated eyes locking with my dazed. "I am going to make it happen all over again." Orlando clasps his hands around my waist and yanks me down to his level. I gasp when I feel his heavy member between my thighs.

His massive hand grabs both my wrists and raises them above my head, before using his right to guide his massive shaft to my virgin sex. "It's going to hurt, princess, but you are going to be a good girl for me and take my cock."

“Yes, Daddy.”

His eyes are locked on mine as he positions the head of his shaft over my hole, nudging in the tip and I whimper at the stretching sensation. “Your father trusted me with your safety, princess. I was supposed to stand between you and any man that dared come close to you.” I gasp when he sinks another inch into me, my fingers flexing around his firm grip. “I was not supposed to touch the precious mob princess, but Christ, you are a fucking temptation, Aria. The most beautiful thing with your bewitching brown eyes and that smile that could send men to war.”

“Oh, Daddy,” I cry out as his length slowly stretches me.

“You are so fucking tight, princess. I’ve jerked myself raw thinking of your virgin pussy and now, I’m going to take it. Going to fuck you so hard, imprint into you so everyone in this city knows that you are taken.”

“Yes, I–”

My words fade into a soundless cry when Orlando slams into me, knocking the wind out of me as he fills me with his massive cock. I blink beardly at my bodyguard, a mirage of feelings washing over me. There's pain… and pleasure. But there are other things. Feelings that spam beyond the physical.

My eyes well up with tears as I stare into those beautiful gray eyes I am infatuated with. Quick bursts of breath fall from his mouth as he watches me with a mix of desire and concern. Orlando is every girl’s dream and he’s here with me. His massive length swelling inside of me and stretching me further.

My friends were right. The first time hurts, but not in the way they probably meant.

“Goddamn, Aria, you are gripping me so fucking tight!” he chokes out, his eyes seeking mine. “Are you okay, princess?”

“I’m fine,” I whisper, my chest clenching tightly the longer I look at him. The pain is fading away and in its place is a low pulsing ache where our bodies connect. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you… fuuuck!” He curses out when he pull my knees up, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper into me. A shudder wracks his massive frame, and his eyes darken as he digs his right hand into my hip. “What are you doing to me, little girl.”

“Need you.”

"I'm trying to take it slow. You don't want me to lose my mind baby. Not when it’s your first time."

Well, that is exactly what I want him to do. I roll my hips a little, testing the pain but it’s barely there. I feel a little tender but… “I can take you, Daddy,” I whisper, biting into my lower lips and fluttering my lashes at him the way I do when I am trying to get my way and like always, it works. His nostrils flare and his eyes lose focus. “Take me.”

He snaps, rearing back before slapping forward, impaling me with his thick shaft. Stretching me.

My mouth falls open with a scream as pleasure shoots up my body but he’s only getting started. I try to break the grip he has on my wrist so I can touch him, but his hand tightens around me as he starts rocking faster into my tightness. Moisture floods my cunt as he pumps his cock violently into me, stealing my breath with every fevered thrust. “I have wanted you from the moment I met you, Aria,” he snarls, his dark eyes on mine as he pounds into me ruthlessly. “I was hard when you walked into that living room and my cock stayed hard the entire time. Your father was oblivious to how much I fucking wanted you in that moment or he would have never let me anywhere near you, princess.”

"Wanted you too," I pant, arching my back to meet his thrusts. The bed groans beneath us but neither of us pays mind to it. Our eyes don't shift from each other, the moment so intimate it sends my heart drumming hard in my chest in tune with the pulsing ache between my thighs.

"You are mine, Aria. Mine!" he snarls seconds before he angles his hips differently and pounds furiously into me, hard enough that my vision begins to blur. The base of his massive girth rubs against my clit as he pounds into me causing my sex to flood with moisture. My abdomen seizes and releases rapidly at the wild sensation that spreads my body.

God, it’s too much.

It’s more than I ever thought I could get from this man. I am paralyzed with need and my body shakes with the way he makes love to me. He knows what to touch to make my body sing for him.

A man forbidden to me. Twice my age and entrusted with just my safety but I want everything he has to offer. I want more than his protection. I want his love. I crave it more than my next breath of air.

Orlando drops his head into my neck and jackhammers into me like a madman. "I will kill anyone that touches you, Aria. I will be your bodyguard for life, whether your father approves or not. You belong to me. Only mine!"

"Yours, Daddy," I sob, feeling myself tethered closer to another storm. "Close."

"Me too, baby," he grunts into my neck, slamming his massive cock into me over and over again, rubbing at my clit with the base of his cock until my climax grips me with little warning. I come with a sob, an overwhelming feeling taking over my entire system and for a full minute, I lose control of my senses. My ears ring and my vision blurs as my body shakes with waves of pleasure, one rolling in right after the other. My bodyguard makes a hoarse sound at the back of his throat as he hammers into me, faster and harder before his muscles tense and he stills. "Fuuuck!"

“Oh God,” I whimper, writhing needily against him as he fills me with his hot spend. Pleasure shoots down to the tips of my toes and my breath hitches at the delicious feeling of bringing him pleasure. I never quite thought about how his orgasm would affect me, but it does. My sex seizes around his shaft, and I mewl with pleasure as I milk him of every drop of his seed.

It’s raw, the feral way in which he pounds his cock into me, flooding me with his seed. I could get pregnant from this, I realize.

"Mine," he growls, slamming hard into me, the obscene wet sound of our flesh connecting and filling the room along with his rough grunts. "Every perfect inch of you, princess, belongs to me!"

"Yours," I whisper as a deep-sated feeling settles in me. Orlando falls slack against me, finally letting go of my wrist and I bring my hand to his shoulders, running them up and down his broad back.

Orlando makes a deep humming noise at the back of his throat, and I revel in his weight on mine, my mind going back to a year ago when he came to my home. I was on my balcony painting when this car pulled up in the driveway and out stepped the most handsome man I had ever seen. I never thought that a year later, the same man would be in my arms, his half-hard cock still inside of me. Slowly thickening in anticipation of what I assume is another round of pleasure.

As my eyes flutter to a close – reveling in the feeling of his warm muscles – I long for this moment to last forever.