Page 23 of Finding My Bodyguard

“Do you paint? I have wine.” I waved a small white canvas and bottle of wine in the air. Monroe gasped before removing her food from the small table.

“I love paint and wine!” she squealed.

“Great,” I said as I set the two canvases, paintbrushes, and paint on the table.

“What are we painting?” She looked around. We were in the middle of the ocean. The closest person to us was our boatman, but even he was in the distance waiting to come get us when we were done.

“I want you to capture the most beautiful things in life. The ones you’ve missed. Look around, Chocolate, there is art all around you.”

She nodded her head as she searched for something to paint.

“What are you going to paint?” she asked.

“The sunset. I do a lot of my dreaming watching the sun set.” I dipped my paintbrush in the red paint.

“Hmm, it’s almost impossible not to dream as you watch the sun set. I’ve spent a lot of evenings staring into the sky hoping for something different. Hoping my father was different. Hoping Kashus was different.” She paused. “I know what I’m going to paint.”

I looked up from the canvas.

“What?” I was curious.

“Me,” she said simply as she dipped her brush in the brown paint. We sat together, sipping wine and painting. I thought I had peace and happiness before, but it was nothing like this. Monroe was taking my shit to the next level. It worried me a little because this whole thing was temporary. If I found peace in her what would become of me when she was gone?

The sun disappeared below the horizon, and we sat back and watched the stars come out. I wrapped my arms around her, and she melted into my body.

“I’ve never felt this safe with anyone before.” Her confession had me smiling.

“That’s what I’m here for, Chocolate. Just call me your bodyguard.” The unwavering urge I had to protect this woman from her past and whatever else she needed protecting from was crazy.

“You know what else I’ve never done?” She shifted her body, placing the paintings on the side to dry, then folded the small table. Without mumbling another word, she threw her leg over my lap and mounted me.

“What is that?” My voice was low with anticipation for what I knew was next. My dick was already at attention as she rolled her hips across my lap. We were treading a thin line and I needed to stop it, but I didn’t know if I could.

“I’ve never had sex in the middle of the ocean.” She fondled with my shorts, freeing my dick. Eating her pussy was one thing but having sex with her was going to unlock Pandora’s box. I didn’t know if she was ready for that.

“Hold on, Chocolate!” I was using every bit of restraint I had to stop her. “I ain’t trying to take advantage of you. I already crossed the line once.”

“London, I spent my entire life walking on eggshells and not being able to do what I want. You're not taking advantage of me. I want this.” She rolled her hips back and forth as she stroked my dick. “It’s so big and beautiful.” She moaned. The desperation in her voice mixed with the sensation of her hand moving up and down my dick was making it hard to resist her.

“Monroe.” I utilized my last ounce of restraint. If she didn’t heed to the warning this time, I was going to put us both out of our misery and fuck the shit out of her.

“Please, I want this more than I want anything else in this world.”

Her words killed my composure. I couldn’t fight her bad ass anymore. Cupping her ass cheeks, I lifted her and guided her back down onto my hard dick. Her tight walls sucked me in like a vacuum as we let out a collaborative moan.

“The world is yours, Chocolate. Take what you need.” I breathed into her mouth as she rocked her thick ass back and forth in my lap.

Monroe

“The world is yours, Chocolate. Take what you need,” London commanded as he pulled me down onto his penis. An immediate rush of pleasure coated my body. I bounced up and down, letting the euphoric feeling take over me… Freeing myself from all my inhabitations. Every label and box I’d had to live in, I was letting it all go on top of London’s big, beautiful dick. I hadn’t seen a lot of penises in my lifetime, but I’d seen enough to know his was immaculate. It was long, thick, and veiny, and it stretched and filled me to the brink of falling in love. My hips rolled, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

“Shhhit!” London moaned. He grabbed my ass and pushed into me with force.

“Oh my God!” A gasp escaped my lips as the waves crashed into the raft. My vision blurred. London thrusted into me harder and harder, digging into me with precision. “Ooh!” I cried out in pleasure.

“Let the world know how good this dick feels,” London commanded.

I was at a loss for words as London dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and slammed me down on his dick. I threw my head back in enjoyment. I had never experienced anything like this before. London’s dick was so deep inside me that it felt like he was hitting my heart.

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