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“I’ve never eaten rock star pussy. Let’s see if this is why you are so famous,” I purr.
The moan she lets out goes straight to my balls.
I drive my cock into the seat, grinding as I drop my mouth to her pussy, unable to resist any longer. I drag my tongue from her pretty little asshole to her engorged clit, making her groan loudly.
“How does she taste?” Cillian asks, his voice rough with his own need. No doubt he’s watching us, his cock hurting, but she won’t get any of ours tonight. Not here, not like this. I won’t make her regret this or worry about how this will change the dynamic. We are her bodyguards first and foremost. It just so happens to be that we want to fuck her as well, and if she lets us, we will make sure she’s never needy or hurt again. This body is ours to protect and pleasure.
But never tame.
I like her wildness. Her hand comes down and grips my hair, her nails digging into my scalp until I grunt, lashing her clit with my tongue in warning. Her heels dig into my back in the very best way.
Dragging my tongue across her pretty cunt, I almost spill at her taste. She tastes like fucking strawberries. Grinding my cock into the seat, I dip my tongue inside her, making her moan, and it feels like a victory so I do it again. I won’t give her my fingers or my cock. No, she gets my mouth. I want her to ride my face. I want to struggle to breathe. I want to be able to see and taste only her.
“Every single one of your fans either wants to be you or fuck you. I wonder how jealous they would be to see your bodyguard between your thighs, getting what they only dream about.” I groan, making her whimper and grind that pretty pussy into my face. Her clit hits my nose as I circle her hole, causing her to fuck herself against me.
“Good girl. Use me and ride my face. Make yourself come for us. Let us serve you,” I mumble against her skin, lifting my head a little so she can hear me. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s like looking at a movie or a painting, and my heart stops for a moment until her eyes snap open and look down at me. She’s in a gown and covered in expensive jewels I wouldn’t be able to afford in ten lifetimes, yet when she smiles, I feel like I’ve won.
“Get that tongue back to work,” she orders.
“Do as Miss Harrow says,” Raff chimes in.
“Yes, sir.” I grin as I drag my tongue across her clit, flicking it until she grinds harder and moans loudly, but I want her screams. I thrust my tongue inside her, and then into her pretty little ass. My hands slip under her to lift her higher for better access, and I feel her plump ass cheeks in my palms as I fuck the seat through my pants.
Her hands grip me, dragging me back and forth across her pussy. She reaches for her release as I lap at her ass and pussy, cleaning up every inch of her just like I promised.
“Astro,” she begs.
Her voice is wobbly. She’s close.
We stop for a moment, and I see flashes of cameras as paps try to see into the car. They won’t, but part of me swells with pride for getting her to come as they try to get a picture of her. I simply focus on her demanding little clit like she wants and let her grind against my tongue. Her panting breaths fill the car as it rocks, her nails tear into my scalp until her breathing hitches, and I speed up.
I want her release and need her cries.
“Astro,” she begs, “don’t stop. Right there, please—fuck.” Her words end in a yell as her thighs clamp closed on my head, making me grin against her sloppy pussy as I lick her through her release. Her cream coats my face, and she writhes and then slumps back.
“Good girl, Miss Harrow,” Raffiel praises, but I refuse to move. I lick every inch of her pussy clean just like I said I would, drinking down her cum. Strawberries will forever remind me of her, of this moment, and make me hard. My own pants are messy, filled with my release since I came when she did, unable to help it.
Reign Harrow is dangerous, but I can’t seem to care when I sit back, seeing her smile at me in satisfaction. Her body shines with jewels and sweat as she slips down and crawls into my lap.
I get hard again.
Grabbing her before she’ll regret it, I move us back into my seat, holding her in my arms as she relaxes. She fits perfectly in my hold, her head on my shoulder. She fits like she was always made to be in my arms.
Glancing at Cillian, I see him digging his nails into the seat. His gaze is locked on her, and his nostrils flare in need. We’ve never shared before, but we’ve never wanted to. There have been women, faceless ones from our past between deployments and missions, but none of us ever wanted to settle down. We never introduced any women to each other, and we never even cared enough to get their names, yet Reign Harrow is fucking seared into my heart and soul with just one meeting.
I don’t know how that’s possible, but my heart pumps in fear because this woman is guarded. She’s determined never to be weak again, never to trust anyone again, and I know it will wreck me. I know she is going to break our hearts, yet I can’t seem to care when she glances at me with a wicked smile.
“What does she taste like?” Cillian grinds out.
“Strawberries,” I reply, making him groan. “Fucking perfection.”
She laughs in my arms, not the least bit ashamed. I glance around the car worriedly, not wanting anyone to know what we did—not out of shame, but she would hate it. She doesn’t want her life publicized, so that means she’s keeping us a secret, but I don’t care. Not as long as I get her in the shadows. It does mean we need to be careful, though, especially to keep our job, and leaving a wet patch of her cum behind is very telling.
“You want a taste, man? Here, clean up for us. We can’t have any of her staff thinking anything, can we, princess?” I wink as she curls into my lap like a sated kitten, and I feel like a fucking king.
Her eyes remain open, though, widening as Cillian moves over. The big redhead drops to his knees and licks up every drop of her cum from the leather seat. “Shit, he’s right. She tastes like strawberries.” His eyes swing to her hungrily. “Next time, you are riding my face all fucking night, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her reply, he goes back to cleaning the seat.
“Crazy, you’re all crazy.”
