Page 37 of The Bodyguard
I had no idea how fucking good she’d feel, but I’m not wasting this opportunity.
I lap her juices and groan.
“Oh fuck,” she cries and out of the corner of my eye I spot a large chair.
This washing machine is getting out of control.
I lick her pink glistening pussy once more, taking what I want from her, then slide my hands under her ass, lifting her.
Then I walk over to the chair as she clings to my shoulders, asking what I’m doing.
Sitting down, I position her over me.
“Sit on my cock,” I order.
“You’re crazy,” she says, gripping me tighter and lowering herself onto my engorged cock once more.
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, you feel good.”
She does. Her channel is fucking tight, and I know I’ll be dreaming of her pussy for many nights after this.
“Jesus you’re even bigger like this.” She tries to lift off, but I stop her.
“Don’t think so, sweetheart. Get back down on my cock. You belong to me right now.”
She cries out, but her moans are full of desire and pleasure.
I can’t believe she fucking stripped and offered herself to me. I’ll probably get fired, but right now I don’t goddamn care.
This has to happen.
We had to fuck this out of our systems.
“I warned you,” I growl. “You take me all or none. Now. Hold on.”
Her eyes fly open as I lift her hips and piston my cock in and out. Savannah finds her momentum as my thrusts speed up, her breasts bouncing wildly.
Heat slices down my spine as her lips part. She’s ready, I’m ready. Our bodies dance together creating a delicious friction I knew would be possible the first moment I saw her.
One I want to repeat, and I haven’t ejaculated yet.
I cup her breast, lowering my mouth and sucking her nipple.
She arches and tightens further.
When I feel her tremble, I know it’s time.
“You can come,” I say. “I want to feel your pussy contract around my cock as you come.”
“Yes, yes, oh god, oh god.”
She’s close.
I force my hips up, slamming into her.
“That’s it. Such a naughty girl taking your clothes off because you wanted to be fucked.”
“I’m so naughty.”