Show Stopper: A Single Dad Bodyguard Romance

by Amy Brent

  He took down his pants and then lifted his shirt over his head. I would never get used to how handsome he was, with that light dusting of hair across his body in all the right places, and his smoky gray eyes seeming much darker behind his thick lashes. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” He planted a soft kiss, barely breathing against it and as much as I needed a rest, I wanted him on it. “Roll over.” My eyes flashed as I remembered his promise for our honeymoon.

  I rolled over to my tummy, and he straddled my legs, keeping them apart. Then he spread my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed him bringing anything with him, but he had something in his hand, and he rested it against my back. “Don’t move. I don’t want that fall.” I held very still careful not to squirm and curious about what he had.

  His hands parted my cheeks, and then his ass came up off of me. I dared not move, and sure enough, his mouth pressed against me, right over my little star. His tongue pushed hard against it and I clenched my cheeks. “Don’t move.” The order had me stiffen, but my cheeks were still clenched.

  “You need to relax, and it will make it much easier. You want this, don’t you?” His question was formed in the sincerest tone, and I shook my head.

  “Yes, I want it.” I wanted it so bad that I didn’t know what to do with myself and sitting still was sweet torture.

  “Then be a good girl and be still.” His hand was back on my ass, two fingers teasing my hole, but never entering. “By the time I get done with you, you’ll be begging for it.” I was close to begging now. The walls of my channel were already quivering.

  He lowered his mouth to me again, and I tried my best not to flinch, not even when his finger dipped into my tight hole. He worked it nice and slow, starting off with just a tiny bit and then pressing to his second knuckle. I whimpered not wanting to be still and tilted my ass a bit upward when he inserted a second finger.

  “You know what I’m doing, don’t you?” His hand worked me in and out and then spread apart, widening my little hole.

  “Torturing me?” I giggled, and he joined me.

  “No, but I’m glad it does. Your little pussy is going to be soaked when I’m ready for it.” I was surprised he was going to fuck me there, but also relieved. I wanted it so badly that I was about to say so. “I’m preparing you for my cock. I want in this tight little hole of yours.”

  The thought was terrifying in one way, but I knew the pleasure was going to be even more intense than the pain. “What’s on my back?”

  “Funny you should ask. I think you’re ready for it.” I stiffened, clenching my ass at his words, but he laughed. “No, relax, you don’t want me to force it.”

  “What is it?” I wiggled, and I felt the thing rolling around in a circle.

  “It’s a plug. I want to train your hole for me. Be still.” He slapped me on the ass, and I giggled.

  “Please, may I see it? I want to know what you’re putting inside of me.” He let out a long breath and then pushed his fingers as deep as they’d go. My little channel was soaked even though he hadn’t touched it yet.

  “You’re going to have to trust me, baby. But I will say, it’s not the biggest one I have.” It was big enough for me to feel it and if it was to train me for his cock, I could only assume it was pretty thick.

  His tongue pressed against my little hole, and then he sat up. “I’m going to see how much work we’ll have to do.” He pushed his cock against me and I winced as his head popped inside. He thrust his hips, fucking it a little until I cried out and bit the pillow beneath me.

  “Yeah, it’s too tight, baby girl. I’m going to fix that for you.” He pulled out and then pushed his finger in my mouth. “Get it nice and wet for me.” I did as I was told, trusting he knew best and then he pushed the finger back inside me stroking me so good I moaned.

  “Close your eyes and open your mouth.” He pushed his plug into my lips. “Make sure it’s ready for you and that you’re ready for it.”

  The thing was narrow at one end, but got as thick as his cock at the other before it narrowed again for what I could only assume was a handle.

  He let me nurse at it a minute then he pulled it out. I made sure it was nice and wet, but he ordered me to spit into his hand. He massaged my tight hole, and then I winced as he pushed it inside. It felt so much bigger in my other end, and my channel was soaked and ready for him. I needed something more.

  He kissed my mouth. “Take a deep breath and tell me how that feels.” I clenched my cheeks a few times on the toy until I got used to it. “Breathe, baby.” I took a few deep breaths, and it was already starting to feel better.

  “I need more.” I panted afraid that he wouldn’t give it to me.

  “You be a good girl and wait here.”

  I reached down and touched myself as he walked out the door, and the pleasure was intensified greatly by the plug.

  He returned and caught what I was doing. “Naughty girl, and here I got the lube to make it easier on you.” He chuckled and crawled up on the bed beside me and slapped my ass. I reached out and touched his cock, which was standing proud between his legs begging for my mouth.

  I stroked it and leaned over to close my mouth around it. He let me, rubbing my bare ass where he’d spanked it. “I’m only giving you a taste, and then I’m going to fuck you. You’ll love it with the plug inside.” I moaned my response around his cock, but even I didn’t understand it.

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He thrust his hips, and his cock hit the back of my throat causing my tummy to spasm. I pulled away coughing, and he reached over and wiggled the plus in my ass by its ring-shaped handle.

  “Come here, baby.” He eased me around to the edge of the bed and pulled me till my feet hung over the bed. “Stand there and lean over like a good girl.” I could feel the trickle of my wetness below, and he raked his cock through it and then pushed it inside my sore little hole. The lube was so slippery, and it helped with the pain, his cock gliding in and out as his hips pounded hard against my ass, and the ring. With each movement, it sent a lick of heat through me, and it didn’t take a moment for me to come.

  “That’s my good girl. See how intense it is? I’m going to take it even harder if you want me to. But you’ll have to ask.”

  “Please take me harder.”

  “Mhm. That’s what I thought you’d say.” He leaned down, and his breath was hot in my ear. “I’m going to take you hard in that ass. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  I nodded as the words tumbled forth. “Yes, please.”

  “That’s my girl.” The plug slipped out, and before I could get used to it not being there, he pushed his thick head against me and before I knew it, he was filling me up. He pumped his cock and then reached around pushing his fingers into my channel. “I’m going to fill it up and make it feel real good.” And as the last word fell from his lips and died in the air, his cock twitched and pulsed as he came, pouring inside my tight little ass.

  “You’re such a good girl.” His hand found my hair, and he brushed it back and then pulled my head back so he could kiss me. Suddenly he was gone, and I found myself empty.

  I rolled over, and he pulled me close. “I need more.”

  Evan

  My new, hot little wife was a nympho thanks to Ortho-Nouveau. The drug had done a number on her sex drive, and I wasn’t complaining. I’d already worn out her tight little pussy, and now I’d taken her ass too, and she was still begging for more.

  I collapsed beside her certain she’d be the death of me, and that was okay. I’d gladly die buried deep inside her if I could do it a thousand times over.

  I came so hard that I knew it would be a moment before I could do it again. When she looked up at me behind those large, nerdy glasses of hers and said that she needed more, I wasn’t sure I was up to the challenge, but I couldn’t let her go hungry. I’d promised her that if she had a need, I’d help her through it.

  “Tell me what you need, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I snuggled her
close.

  “I need your cock.” She reached for me, and I pulled her hand away.

  “I’ve got a better idea.” I gave her a kiss and slid down kissing my way as I went, across her breasts, over her tummy and to that slick sex of hers.

  Seeing that bare pussy had been such a surprise and it turned me on so much more than I’d ever imagined. I was determined she’d stay that way even if I had to foot the bill for her wax jobs.

  I lapped against her bare flesh and then slipped my tongue against her tight bud, sucking and nipping. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her hips grinding forward. I knew she needed something inside that hungry pussy of hers so I inserted two fingers, knowing one wouldn’t do.

  She cried out, and I knew I’d have to show some mercy sooner or later, but only when she did. As long as she was begging for it and I didn’t think she was in any danger, I’d keep satisfying her cravings and mine.

  She shifted on the bed making her way to my cock, and then before I could help her along, she shifted above me, and I fell back as she straddled my face. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, and she sucked it so hard it stiffened the rest of the way in her throat. She seemed to spasm atop me and pulled away to catch her breath all the while wiggling on my face.

  She had woken the beast, and now she’d have to give me more. I thrust my hips upward, fucking her mouth as I feasted on her, hoping she was ready.

  She was so petite I manhandled her, scooping her up, her legs going up in the air as I held her against me thrusting my hips while I stayed buried in her pussy. She moaned and then squealed as I turned her around and tossed her to the bed. She started to crawl away, but I pulled her hips back toward me.

  “No, you wanted more, baby, you got it.” She giggled as I pulled her closer and buried my cock deep in one heaving thrust. She was so fucking warm and wet, and my dick felt like it was home as she milked it.

  I didn’t know how long her hormones would be out of whack, but I was going to fuck her for all she was worth.

  I gripped her ass and let my thumb push inside her hole which had tightened up since I’d been inside it. I considered putting the plug back in, shoving it in hard and fast to make her cry out, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I only wanted her pleasure, no matter how sadistic my thoughts.

  She was going to be my little ragdoll, and I was going to have so much fun training her to things she’d never experienced.

  She’d told me that she’d sucked a few cocks before, but nothing too hot and heavy, and though I could tell by her awkward fumbling that she was new to the experience, it was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced.

  I worked her little hole over for another good hour, but the second come always took a bit of work. She’d learn. She’d learn it all.

  She came alive beneath me all of a sudden as another wave of ecstasy washed over her and her walls pulsed out another release.

  I got lost in how good it felt when she came, how her tight little slit milked my cock.

  “Please, I want to taste you,” she moaned.

  I waited until she was done pulsing on my cock to pull it out and with new found energy she lifted up on her knees and spun around. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, and I pushed into her throat causing her to choke. Her eyes watered and I pushed relentlessly against her, but she stroked my base and balls and worked through it like a pro.

  “I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re so good to me.” And she was too. I edged my release for a good half hour more and finally took mercy on her when I could tell her jaw was getting tired. She worked me much slower, but it felt amazing.

  I slowly pushed in and out, her eyes staring up to meet mine with a lazy stare. And when I warned her what was coming her greed took over, and she pumped my base, taking my heavy spurts in the back of her mouth and gulping them down. She held it in until every last drop was finished and then pulled away with a lazy smile.

  “I’m so sleepy.”

  “I bet, angel. You worked hard for it.” I kissed her forehead and tucked us both down into the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulder and stroking her hair.

  She was asleep in minutes, but I lay there a while just staring and knowing that I never wanted to be without her.

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  Fighting for Her (Sneak Peek)

  Description

  I was an MMA champion until a sucker punch from a sadistic opponent ended my career for good. Turned out the joke was on him. Today I’m the millionaire owner of a company that puts on MMA fights all over the world and he’s a lousy bodyguard, working for the one guy on earth besides him that I truly can’t stand, that piece of crap SOB, Kyle Cassidy.

  I have everything a man could wish for. I’m young, rich, good looking, with the body of an MMA champ and the sexual appetites of a Greek god. Women are drawn to me like moths to a flame, like magnets to steel. I could have a different woman in my bed every night if I wanted. Hell, some nights I have two or three.

  Then I meet her, Fiona, the tall blond who hypnotizes me with her eyes and mesmerizes me with her body. She makes me feel things no other woman has ever made me feel. In bed, she rocks me like a punch to head and leaves me flat of my back begging for more.

  But she has a secret, something she isn’t telling me, and when I discover what that secret is, people are going to get hurt. Some who deserve it, some who do not. Either way, I’m willing to fight for the woman I love, even if it turns my brain and heart to mush.

  CHAPTER ONE: Fiona Cassidy

  As crazy as it sounds, I think Kyle wanted me to catch him screwing Wendy Lowenstein in our bed that night. I mean, there was no way he couldn’t know that I would walk through the door just after ten o’clock. It was as if the whole thing was planned just to see the look of shock and disgust on my face.

  Wendy was the head of Public Relations at Kyle’s company, Cassidy Event Management. She was a short red head with oversized boobs and undersized expectations who would have jumped off a bridge if Kyle had told her to do so. She was pretty in a harsh, overly-made up kind of way, with trusting blue eyes and plump lips that she always seemed to be wetting with her tongue, especially when Kyle was in the room.

  It was sad, really, how pathetically taken she was with my husband. Granted, Kyle was a good-looking man; tall, fit, sandy blond hair, deep tan, bright green eyes, a quick smile that in the old days made me melt into my panties. He looked more like a surfer dude modeling an Armani suit than the CEO of a multimillion dollar event management company. And more often than not, he acted that way.

  He was also flirty, overly so when it came to women he wanted to sleep with. Kyle was a self-proclaimed toucher and hugger. If you were a woman he’d find a reason to touch your arm or put his hand on the small of your back to walk you out. He hugged you when you came into the room and hugged you when you left. Sometimes, the hug lingered a little too long to be anything other than suggestive. He used to hug me like that. I used to enjoy it. Now, not so much. I find his hugs repulsive.

  The most shocking thing about catching him fucking Wendy was that she was not his type. Wendy was short, full-figured, and a little too eager to please. Every woman he had cheated on me with, at least those that I knew about, had been tall and thin, with blonde hair and blue eyes, like me. Perhaps my bruised ego was assuming too much, thinking that I set the stereotype for women Kyle cheated with. Perhaps the fact that he cheated with women who looked like his wife was just a coincidence. Or maybe he never had a type at all. Maybe he had worked his way through tall blondes and was now moving on to chubby redheads.

  I was not surprised in the least that Wendy would fuck my husband. She would have fucked him in the town square at high noon if he wanted her to. She literally drooled when he looked at her. Her self-esteem wouldn’t even have registered on the scale if there was a
way of measuring such things. She practically had the words “USE ME” tattooed to her forehead, at least as far as Kyle was concerned. I always felt a little sorry for her, until I found her fucking my husband in my home on my bed.

  It wouldn’t have bothered me so much if he had just bent Wendy over her desk and hammered it to her ample backside, but he brought her into my home, stripped off her clothes and fucked her on my bed. I had stopped caring long ago that Kyle fucked around, it was just a fact of life, but there had to be boundaries if he expected me to stay married to him. And my home was out of bounds.

  Kyle knew that the charity dinner I was attending with his parents, the dinner his company was sponsoring, would end around ten and that I’d come straight home, putting me there by ten-thirty at the latest.

  I should have known something was up when I saw that baboon Danny O’Shea standing outside the front of our apartment building smoking a fat cigar with the doorman. Kyle couldn’t have a bowel movement unless he knew Danny was guarding the door. It wasn’t like Kyle’s life was in any danger. He wasn’t a mobster, for petesake, though sometimes I think he pictured himself as one. His favorite show was The Sopranos. He loved Tony Soprano; the murderous, cheating, heartless, beefy mobster who did whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted without regard to the consequences. The thought of doing anything he wanted without accountability fascinated Kyle.