Page 42 of Bodyguard My Heart
“We only got enough time for your secrets today, baby girl.” I grabbed her hips and assisted her in bouncing up and down on my dick.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
“Just like that!”
“Shhhit!” Samara moaned, and I pushed into her with more force, trying to erase all her disappointments and letdowns.
“Oh my God!” Her head fell back in pleasure as our bodies collided. I couldn’t get in her pussy the way I wanted to, but I wasn’t holding back. I drilled into her guts with precision, making her thrust her hips into me harder.
“Ooh!” she cried. Pleasure coated her pretty face.
“Let me know how good this dick feels,” I commanded.
“It feels good! It feels good. It feels so fucking good!”
“Fuck yeah, it do!” I grunted as her walls pulsated around my dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and another moan escaped her mouth. She was on the verge of cumming, and I wasn’t too far behind her.
“Do you trust me with your heart, baby girl?” I asked. Her mouth moved, but the only thing that released was a loud, pleasurable cry. My hand wrapped around her neck, and the rain seemed to blow in our direction.
Do… you… trust me with your heart?” I sent a slow stroke into her with every word. “Say it!”
“I trust you with my heart!” she screamed, her pussy juices raining down on me as her whimpers and screams mixed with the sound of the rain.
“That’s right, baby girl. Cum on your dick!” I commanded, and her body trembled in response.
“My God! I’m cumming!” She erupted.
“Fucking cum, then!” I pulled her down on top of me, still grinding into her. Our lips collided. I was about to release, and I ain’t care about pulling out. I forced her body down and kept fucking her from the bottom.
“Shit, baby girl!” A breathy growl escaped my mouth as I sprayed my semen inside her walls. I prayed our love sprouted the seed of life. I’d already made her my wife. Now all that was left to do was give her my seeds.
“You’re safe with me, baby girl.” I pulled her from on top of me and wrapped my body around hers.
“I know.” She snuggled up next to me, and the rain serenaded us to sleep.
13
Samara
“Hand me those cucumbers over there,” Gran instructed me as soon as I walked into the kitchen. The enticing smell of spices filled my nose, and for a second, I forgot I was here to help Gran prepare the food for Fabian’s funeral services.
“How many?” I questioned as I looked at the big bag of cucumbers sitting on the counter.
“The whole bag will do,” she replied. “I expect many people to stop by and pay their respects.”
I grabbed the bag and handed it to her. Two weeks had come and gone rapidly, and we still had no clue who had caused all of this. It had Demetrius on edge, and every day that passed with no leads made him even more angry. The only thing that seemed to calm him down was being inside my pussy or out on the coffee bean farm with Grandpapa. He’d been coming here almost every day to help Grandpapa plant coffee bean trees. He had this crazy idea that he could rebirth their old farm. I didn’t know if that was possible, but it was helping him cope with our current situation, so it was fine with me. Plus, the more we came over here, the more time I spent with Gran and Grandpapa, and forsomeone who never had grandparents and barely had parents, I was enjoying the time.
“Come on over here, chile.” She smiled warmly at me while gesturing for me to join her. “You need to know how to do this. When I’m gone, somebody will have to pass down my recipes.”
I smiled as I eagerly rolled up my sleeves. I wasn’t much of a cook. Growing up, we always had a chef or Aunt Vanessa cook. As an adult, it was just more convenient to eat out. After burning water on several occasions, I gave up. There was really nobody to show me. Now that there was, though, I was willing to learn.
“I’ma be honest, Gran. I’m not much of a cook.” I was nervous.
“You just need a good teacher.”
I smiled as I settled on her side. She handed me a knife, and I joined her in cutting up vegetables.
“This is simple enough,” I mumbled to myself as I cut.