Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(20)

“Yes,” I replied, and felt his hand as it returned my leg to the bed. My hand absently reached down, knowing it wouldn’t take much to get the screaming orgasm out of my system. I didn’t care if he watched. That’s how wound up and turned on I was.

“Good girl,” he whispered before he caught my hands and held them prisoner against my legs. He worked them down farther, until my hands were trapped against my ankles. His eyes came back up to meet mine as his head lowered between my legs.

I felt a mixture of absolute horror, and fear as his mouth touched against my flesh. “What are you doing?” I wiggled my ass as I tried to get away.

“Kissing you,” he replied before his mouth opened and hot breath fanned my swollen lips. Why would he…Ahhhhh! His mouth touched my core as his tongue licked the folds in a long, slow trail that started at the soft nub, and ended at my opening. His tongue continued to do it for several moments while I made inhuman noises. His tongue pushed inside and I felt the storm building out of control as he continued to ravish me with only his tongue.

He sucked and kissed and continued to pull with his lips as he kissed my core, slurping and licking until I was moaning so loud, I was pretty sure I would have no voice come morning. I fought to get my hands free, because one single flick of the swollen clit between my legs would send me over. He pulled his mouth away, and the moment his hand released mine, I tried to get it to where I needed it. He didn’t allow it. Instead, he rearranged himself between my legs, took my wrist back, and captured it, along with my other wrist, in his much bigger hand. His hand brought both of my wrists up, and held them firmly against my belly.



A single finger slipped over my swollen flesh, exploring the wetness he’d created. “I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he growled as his finger slipped into my opening. “You’re so fucking wet and ready.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled as I moved myself over that finger.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked hoarsely as yet another finger joined and then another until it became painful. He was stretching me, and I had to move to keep from screaming from it. I lifted my hips to meet his thrust, each one penetrating my soul. I cried out, and lifted my head to look at him and then at what he was doing. “Fucking hell, you’re tight and so hot right now, so sweetly fucking my fingers with that tight sheath. You want to come, don’t you, good girl?” he asked and I nodded emphatically.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” he countered as he watched the heated skin he was currently fucking.

“Make me come,” I whispered as I looked to where his eyes had locked onto my flesh. “Oh God,” I cried as the orgasm started to unfurl inside of me. I pushed and pulled with my hips to bring his magical fingers deeper into my slick heat. “Oh hell,” I screamed as his hand released mine and his mouth lowered to allow his tongue to flick hard and slow over my throbbing clit.

He moaned against my core as my body shook with a force unfamiliar to me. I was coming undone, or dying. Either one was okay, because this was heaven. His fingers slipped out, and his mouth took their spot as he moaned and moved his mouth over my juices as if he couldn’t get enough of them. His hands lifted my ass, and pulled it up until I was there for him to feast on. The sucking and sounds of what he was doing sent me over that precipice again.

My eyes closed and yet he continued to suck from me, his teeth grazing my flesh as he did so. I felt boneless when he’d finished, and moving was so far out of the question that it wasn’t even an option. He climbed up my body, and at that moment if he’d tried to fuck me with his hard cock, he’d succeed.

“You’ve never been kissed like that before, have you?”

“No,” I whispered through dry lips.

“Good,” he replied as he claimed my lips and pushed his tongue inside. I could taste myself on him and it was hot. I moaned again as he ravished my mouth, his cock rubbing against my stomach. I could feel its silken flesh from where it had escaped its captivity in his shorts. He pulled up, and smiled down at me. “I keep my promises, but I am going to dry fuck you, hard. Look what you did to me,” he said as he drew my eyes to his cock.

Dry fuck? He rubbed his cock over my skin, and pushed it back inside of his clothes. He held my legs apart, as he rubbed his erection between the cleft of my core. I moaned at the sensation of what he was doing. His eyes locked with mine as his hand captured my chin, and held it in place. We were both making noises, as he used my body for relief.

“Don’t take your eyes off mine,” he growled when I tried to close them. “Good girl,” he said when I met his. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’ve never been controlled before, have you, Emma? You’ve never had your pleasure held, or controlled by something like me.”

“Jaeden,” I whispered, unsure of what he was asking, but not caring. I was lost in the feeling of what he was doing to my body. He stopped, and pulled on his cock. I tore my eyes from his to see what he was doing, as fear trickled up my spine.

“Eyes,” he snapped.

I ignored him, watching him as his hand worked his cock. He used it to slap my pussy—hard. I cried out in surprise, but kept my eyes on it as it slapped my exposed flesh again. I was wet, so the sound exploded when he continued to use it on me. I lifted my hips, wanting, needing more. His hand moved from my chin to my throat, where it tightened enough that I lifted my eyes to his.



“I’m going to come all over your swollen pussy,” he said, as his lips curved into a wicked smile. “You don’t get to see it.”

“I want to see it,” I whispered.

“I know you do, that’s why I’m not allowing it.”

I struggled against his hold, but his fingers tightened. It wasn’t painful so much as it was erotic. At any time, he could strangle the life out of me. His thumb rubbed over my carotid artery, as if he was testing my pulse while he continued to beat his cock against my flesh.

It turned me on to know he was using his hand, when he could have been easily buried deep inside of me. Instead, he was keeping his word. I had a feeling that even if I begged him to fuck me, he wouldn’t tonight. I was almost there again, just from the knowledge of his impending orgasm. His flesh slapped mine hard enough that I screamed and then moaned.

“That’s it, sweet girl, you like my cock beating your flesh. Knowing I could fuck it at any moment. I could bury this,” he slapped my flesh harder. “At any fucking moment in this perfect cove and you know it. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I moaned and then when his cock slapped against my clitoris again, I exploded.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirked knowingly and continued to beat his silken flesh over my pussy. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. I did, and watched as the muscles in his neck tensed, and his shoulders grew stiff. He growled and as he did, hot spurts of liquid jutted out onto my swollen flesh.

He leaned over, and rested his forehead against mine. “Next time I come, it will be inside you.”

I lay beside him, spent. I’d gone from virgin, to virgin whore in a single day. He had cleaned his come off with a towel, and then crawled in bed after changing into sweatpants. My legs remained open, because I didn’t have enough energy to close them.

I’d come hard the last time, and when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body up close against his, I didn’t argue it. He was already hard again. I closed my heavy lids, and fell asleep to the absolutely mindboggling emotions I was now feeling.

“You should know this, Emma, I plan to have you. I will have you. Tonight was only the first of many lessons you will receive, until I decide to bury my cock in your sweet flesh.”

“Lessons?” I asked, but he just smiled against the curve of my neck in answer. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“No, but you will when I teach you.”











I felt safe with him, even though I shouldn’t have. Being next to so much raw masculinity should have scared the shit out of me. His arms had wrapped around me protectively during the night. I could feel his breath fanning against my neck as I lay there with him.



I closed my eyes again, only to wake up the next time with something pressing against my lower back. I swallowed nervously as I ran through the options of what it could be. The process of elimination was, of course, how I managed it.

Option one; a snake had crawled into his shorts and decided to hang out on my back.

Option two; he’d shoved a hard object in his pants, which he’d then placed against my ass and back.

Option three; a bee had flown in and stung his junk, which had caused it to swell massively.

Option four; he’d changed into a motorcycle and he’d produced a stunning kick stand.

Option five; and this was the most likely, he had some serious morning wood!

Now for the options of what to do about the woody in the ass?

Option one; pretend I don’t notice said woody poking my ass.

Option two; run screaming from the woody.

Option three; hire someone with a skilled woodpecker to reduce said woody to normal size.

Option four; make use of said woody and become a woody woodpecker and peck that woody! Seriously, Emma? Okay, so that option wasn’t even on the table.