Guarding Her Body

by Olivia T. Turner

I smile as I step out of his embrace and pull off my top. His breathing speeds up as he looks down at my chest, hidden by a black lacy bra. He likes what he sees.

  “Off,” he says, reaching back to close the door of the closet. “Take everything off.”

  I grin as I quickly get dressed as he watches with his arms crossed over his massive chest. He nods in approval when I stand before him, completely naked.

  “Good. Now lie down.”

  I do as he commands, lying on the carpet in the closet as he watches over me with a darkness in his eyes that I love so much.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice is deeper now, the want and desire in it is clear for me to hear.

  I moan as I part my legs for him, showing him my wet pussy. I’m always wet for him. Just a look from his fierce eyes or a firm touch of his hand is enough to get me going.

  My heart starts to pound as he starts unbuckling his belt, never taking his eyes off of my spread legs.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I can hear the desperation in my voice and it makes me smile. Who would have known that the eighteen year old virgin was going to turn into a sex-crazed monster after her first taste of dick?

  But it’s not just any dick that I crave. It’s Cormac’s.

  “Turn around,” he says, “and you’ll find out.”

  I explode up to my hands and knees, thrusting my eager ass in the air toward him. I gasp as he kneels behind me and drags the head of his hard cock up my aching pussy.

  “Fuuuuuccccckkkk,” I moan as he slides inside of me. He feels so fucking good.

  Who need college when I can stay here all day and get fucked by Cormac’s perfect dick?

  He doesn’t take his time with me. He doesn’t kiss me or gently caress my breasts. He fucks me hard and rough like an animal.

  “Remember,” he says, grabbing my waist so hard that it hurts. Fuck, I love it. “This is my pussy. Mine alone.”

  I nod my head, enjoying every inch of his cock as it slams in and out of me. He can have whatever he wants as long as he keeps doing this.

  “I don’t want any guys near you.”

  I look to the side and see his jacket on the floor. His gun is lying next to it and the sight of it nearly makes me cum. I know that he would kill for me. He would do anything to keep me safe, to keep me his.

  “I only want you,” I say, my voice cracking with the intense pleasure.

  “I know. It’s the other boys I don’t trust.”

  I gasp when he abruptly pulls out of me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask desperately as I whip my head around, looking at him over my shoulder.

  He’s stroking his long cock, using my juices as lubrication.

  “I’m going to mark my pussy,” he says, his dark eyes boring into me. “So that anyone who comes near you will know that you’re mine.”

  His arms looked so jacked as he jerks himself off and the sight of him stroking his big beautiful dick is enough to send me spiraling.

  With a groan he shoots long streams of hot cum onto my ass and throbbing cunt, claiming me and marking me as his own. It’s so primal and animalistic that it makes me cum along with him.

  It’s the first time that he hasn’t cum inside of me and I absolutely love the feeling of his warm sticky cum coating my asshole and pussy.

  “You’re going to leave that on you,” he says, as he smacks my ass with his hand. “Every time another guy comes near you I want you to feel my cum on you. Because that’s my pussy and now it has my mark on it.”

  He stands up and gets dressed as I lie on the floor, trying to recover with deep breaths as the warm waves of my orgasm still wash through my body.

  “Enjoy the tour, Buttercup,” he says as he walks to the door, leaving me covered in his seed. “Come see me the second you get home.”

  With a nod, he opens the door and walks out of the room.

  I turn onto my back, not caring anymore that I’m going to be late. I stare up at the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of his warm sticky cum on me.

  I won’t wipe it off. Every time that I feel it on me, I’ll think of him.

  And I’ll be happy.

  Epilogue

  Cormac

  Eight years later…

  My heart thumps in my chest when I step onto our rooftop terrace and I see my Buttercup reading a book on her favorite chair. After eight years together, my heart still kicks into second gear every time I see her.

  She looks adorable in her yellow sundress with her forehead all crinkled up in concentration as she reads. It’s a text book. She’s back in college, finishing her degree.

  Bree had completed a year when we first got married but the kids ended that idea soon after. Two boys and one girl. They’re the breath in my lungs but she is still the light in my life.

  Not a day passes where I don’t thank the universe for sending her my way. I love her to pieces.

  Her eyes dart to me when I close the door and her face breaks into a smile. We’re still in love and completely obsessed with each other even after all that we’ve been through.

  She places the book on the table and fluffs up her red hair as I walk over with my heated eyes on her.

  “I thought you had a meeting,” she says.

  “I did.”

  “What happened?” she asks, grinning at me. She knows what happened. It’s the same thing that always happens.

  “I blew it off.”

  Her smile still takes my breath away. “And why would you do that?”

  I kneel in front of her and slide a hand up her smooth leg, my dick hardening as it travels under her dress to the sweet honey underneath.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I kept thinking of you here all alone with the kids at school and the thought of existing a second longer without my hard cock in your warm, dripping wet pussy was just too much to bear.”

  She smiles as she parts her legs for me. “Oh, really?”

  “Really,” I say, moaning as I slide my hands over her mound. Her underwear is already damp, her pussy soaking for me. She gets wet whenever she sees me coming. It’s like Pavlov’s dogs, the x-rated version.

  Bree closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as I peel her underwear to the side and drag two fingers over her wet folds. “Mmmmm,” she moans as her lips curl up in a smile. “I’m glad you blew your meeting off.”

  “I would blow a meeting with the president off for you,” I say as I roll my fingertip over her clit, rubbing it just the way she likes.

  Her sexy lips part as I rub a little harder and the beauty of her face crushes me.

  She’s still as gorgeous as the day we met. Still as stunning as the day I saw her walk down the aisle in her spectacular white dress.

  It was the best day of my life. Another chain to bind her to me. This time a legal one.

  Her father was against it but he soon came around when he saw how well I treated her. It helped that he fell in love with the nurse that I sent over for him.

  After his arms healed, he sold the restaurant and the two of them moved to Costa Rica where they opened up a tiny breakfast place together. He flips pancakes for sunburnt tourists in the mornings and surfs the huge waves in the afternoons.

  He’s happy but more importantly, he stays out of our business.

  I was happy for my Buttercup that her father had given us his blessing. It meant a lot to her even though it meant nothing to me. I don’t need any man’s blessing to keep what’s mine.

  And this pussy is definitely still mine.

  It always will be.

  Bree moans as she spreads her legs, letting her dress fall down to her waist. My fingers are coated in her juices and I can’t wait any longer for my dick to be coated as well.

  Her eyes widen as I stand up and unbutton my pants with my dick raging like a beast against the inside of my pants.

  She still makes my cock ache with every touch of her soft skin, every whiff of her sweet scent, every sound of her whimpering, every look of her gorgeous
body, and every taste of her salty skin.

  She’s the only one for me and I’m the only one for her.

  “Are you going to claim your pussy now?” she asks with her legs closed.

  “I sure am,” I say, grinning at her as I step forward with my hard dick in my hand. I look down at her legs and smile. “Open up, Buttercup.”

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  My Dad always thought of him as family. Would it be so bad if I made it official?

  I’m in love with my Father’s Best Friend.

  But as a nineteen-year-old virgin, I’m just a kid in his eyes.

  At least that’s what I thought…

  When I get into some serious trouble, he’s the only one I can call.

  Logan saves me.

  He’s all that I ever wanted but this older man who I lust for has a secret.

  He’s Over The Top obsessed with me.

  But I have a secret too…

  I’m pregnant with his child.

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  This book is for all the women who like their men like they like their wine smooth, rich, bold and perfectly aged.

  Chapter One

  Candice

  “Is this really necessary?” I ask with my heart pounding.

  “You’ve been arrested,” the cop snaps back in a gruff voice. He squeezes my wrist a little too hard and yanks me forward. “Yes, it’s necessary.”

  “It was an accident,” I say as he opens the plastic case sitting on the table. It’s a fingerprinting kit complete with the sponge that’s stained with regrets.

  The cop chuckles. “It’s always an accident, or a misunderstanding, or a mistake. Finger.”

  He grabs my hand when I don’t listen and pulls my index finger forward, nearly ripping it out of the socket.

  “Ouch,” I complain as he presses my fingertip onto the dark sponge. All of a sudden this is all feeling very real. I’m starting to get nauseous. I hope I don’t puke on the table.

  My finger is covered in black ink as he pulls it away and presses it onto my fresh new police file. He rolls it to each side and when he releases me, I’m the brand new owner of a criminal record.

  “What happens now?” I ask as I try to wipe the ink off my finger and onto a Kleenex. It’s not coming off. I’ve been branded a thief.

  Too bad it’s summertime and I can’t wear gloves.

  “Now you go to the holding cell,” he says, closing my file. “Until someone comes to bail you out.”

  “Is that really necessary?” I ask again, getting desperate now. I can’t call my Dad to come bail me out. He’ll murder me. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

  The cop chuckles again. “He’s in the hospital right now getting stitches in his head. I would hate to see what you do when you’re trying to hurt someone.”

  He deserves every painful stitch in his asshole head.

  I exhale long and hard, trying to calm my swirling emotions. This is all happening too fast. I can’t process it.

  The cop brings me to a bare room with only a table, a chair, and a phone. It’s one of those old, black rotary phones. I’ve never used one and I’m not sure if I even know how to.

  “One phone call,” he says.

  I linger in the doorway, not wanting to come to terms with reality. Maybe if I stay here long enough he’ll get bored and let me go.

  Nope.

  He pushes me into the room and grabs the door handle.

  “Wait,” I say, the word catching in my throat. “Who am I supposed to call?”

  He shrugs. “Your parents?”

  I shake my head. That’s not an option. My strict military father would skin me alive and hang me from his mailbox as a warning to any other kids who considered breaking the law.

  “Any other family?”

  I shake my head again. Just my dictator of a dad and his bitch of a wife, my new stepmom. I’d rather rot away in a prison cell for all eternity before asking her for help.

  “Lawyer?”

  I shake my head again. My chin is starting to tremble. My eyes are burning. I want to go home.

  “Then I don’t know what to tell you,” he says like he doesn’t give a fuck. He slams the door closed, nearly making me jump out of my skin.

  My heart is pounding as I walk over to the table and slip into the hard chair. I already know who I’m going to call but I just don’t want to admit it.

  I don’t want him to see me like this. He already thinks that I’m a child. I don’t want him to think that I’m a spoiled brat and a criminal delinquent too.

  I pull the phone over and drag my fingertips over the cold metal as I think about him.

  Logan.

  Just the sound of his name sends warmth flooding through my body.

  He’s the reason why I’m in this shitty town. Brander, Colorado. I came for him.

  Logan has been my crush for years. He’s also my father’s best friend.

  My father, Brian, is a very strict military man. He was in Iraq when I was just a cluster of cells in my mother’s stomach. One day, just after I was born, he was on patrol with his squad when they got ambushed. My dad was in the front and got shot in the leg as all hell broke loose around them. He went down and was immediately surrounded by three enemy insurgents who were dragging him back to be captured and tortured when Logan rushed out and saved him. My father never did tell me what Logan did to save his life. Whenever I asked, his face would go serious and he would get that distant look in his eye.

  “It’s not a story for children,” he would always say in that condescending way that he still speaks to me in.

  That’s how Logan came into my family’s lives. My Dad and he always kept in touch even though Logan lived in a different state. We would see him on special occasions, some holidays, birthdays, stuff like that. Logan never had his own family so he kind of adopted ours.

  I never really paid much attention to him until I saw him at my father’s wedding. I hadn’t seen him in over five years, since before I hit puberty, but I saw him then.

  Holy shit, did I see him.

  I was sixteen and a hot mess of hormones. My emotions and mood were all over the place but everything seemed to just click when I saw Logan walk into the church.

  I still remember how my body shook when I first caught a glimpse of him. My heart was pounding in my tight chest as my breath quickened and my fingers ached with the need to touch him.

  I can still remember every stunning detail. I’ve been picturing it every day since. He was wearing a dark gray fitted suit that is burned into my brain forever. His broad shoulders were making me lightheaded, his big arms making my mouth water.

  “Hello, Candice,” he said to me as he walked over. I was frozen to the spot, my pulse racing as he reached out his hand.

  I gulped as I shook it, looking down as his sleeve rose up his thick forearm, showing off his sexy tattoos. I dragged my eyes up his muscular arms, to the red power tie that I just wanted to grab and yank toward me until his lips came crashing down on mine.

  He looked just as shaken as I felt as he gazed down at me with his dark brown eyes that were brimming with something. I didn’t recognize it at the time but now, looking back on it, I think it was desire.

  Logan swallowed hard as he ran a hand over his strong jaw, while slowly looking me up and down. “You’ve…developed so nicely,” he said, his voice low and grittier than I remembered.

  A warm shiver cascaded through my body under his intense gaze. It was such a turn o
n to see an older man attracted to me, especially one as hot and off limits as Logan.

  He was the best man at my father’s wedding and I was the maid of honor even though I hated the bride and she hated me.

  I always thought my father was strict until I met my stepmother. She is a real ball busting bitch.

  Throughout the ceremony, I kept stealing glances at Logan as we stood across from each other. I saw him glance over at me a few times as he checked out my body and breasts, and every time it made me beam with pride.

  I couldn’t stop having dirty thoughts of him and I kept making plans throughout the rest of the ceremony on how to get him alone but it never panned out. I was too nervous.

  He was a real man. Built like a truck and as sexy as a motorcycle. He wouldn’t be interested in me.

  Just when I was spiraling into a depressive funk, he asked me to dance and it was like my eyes were open for the first time.

  He held me so close as we slow-danced. My nipples were painfully hard against his massive chest and all I could think about was losing my virginity to him. He was the only man that I’ve ever wanted and even now, I still hold my V-card. All because I haven’t met anyone who could stack up against Logan.

  “Hey!” the cop says, banging on the window and startling me out of my daydream. “You got one minute.”

  He gives me a nasty look before disappearing down the hall again.

  I gulp as I pick up the phone, running my fingers over the rotary dial.

  The last time that I saw Logan was two years ago when I was seventeen and leaving for University. All I wanted was to be close to him so I picked a University that was twenty minutes away from his house.

  I was thrilled when he showed up to my going away party and was over the moon when he offered to drive me back. I couldn’t sleep or eat for days. I would be alone in the car with Logan for two hours. So many dirty thoughts raced through my mind and I wanted to make every single one of them come true.