Page 36 of The Bodyguard

When I gasp, he grips my neck.

“I fuck hard, Savannah.” Ryder promises, and two of his fingers enter me. “I need to know you can take me.”

I’m not sure I can, but I’m going to do my best.

His mouth is close to mine, teasing me as his fingers fuck me.

“Do it,” I pant.

I need him.

I need him to fill me, fuck me, and make me come so damn hard I’ll never forget.

“Good girl.” He grunts and swaps his fingers for the head of his shaft. “Relax for me.”

Oh hell.

He presses in and I draw in a breath, gripping his thick shoulders. “Yes. Oh god. Yes.”

“Suck in my cock.” He inches in farther as I close my eyes. “Take me in your tight, wet cunt, Savannah.”

Oh, god. I’m not going to lie. It hurts, but I’m not a quitter.

“More.” Ryder pushes, and then pulls back, thrusting once more. I groan, and with his hand still around my throat, his eyes locked with mine. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel me thick and deep inside you? Fucking this pussy?”

“Yes.”

The washing machine changes its vibration and Ryder speeds up. His eyes are intense as his body slaps against mine.

“Look at those tits as I fuck you.” He growls. “Clench my cock. Milk me, sweetheart.”

Slam, slam, slam.

“Is this what your pussy needed last night?” He taunts, watching me with his dark aroused face.

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” he cries. “Did you use your fingers or a toy?”

I wrap my legs tighter around him and feel myself start to get close.

“Both, shit, Ryder, my god. I’m going to come.”

“No,” he says, then pulls out.

What the hell?

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I pull out of Savannah’s pussy and lean down. This is only happening once, and I need to taste her.