Page 80 of The Bodyguard

“Fuck, oh fuck, Savannah.” I cry.

The last of my orgasm shudders through me as I pull her up against my body and my mouth slides down her throat.

Mine.

That’s the only word I hear.

And it has no place in my life.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SAVANNAH

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I’m not thinking.

Only feeling. Because I don’t want this to end.

After Ryder thoroughly fucked me, we had a shower and made love—sorry, fucked—in there.

Then we realized we were hungry, so we ordered room service and now we’re sitting out on the balcony overlooking Manhattan while I suck his cock from my knees.

God, he’s gorgeous.

Sitting with his legs spread open, and me working his long hard cock with my mouth, he looks every bit the powerful man he is.

“Sweetheart, fuck, that’s it,” he says, his hand on the back of my head. “My naughty actress.”

I feel myself getting wet again.

Again.

I’m constantly wet and aroused. How can I not? Naked, this man is a god. With a scattering of tattoos over his olive skin and his dark blonde curls and blue eyes, I’m his sexual slave.

And happy to be.

“Keep going. I’m going to come,” Ryder groans. “Yes, fuck, yes. Take me down your throat.”

I start to gag as he pushes himself farther down my throat. I feel the heat of his come as he pulls back and releases the rest on my chin and breasts.

My needy eyes find his.

He smirks slowly. “You want more cock, baby?”

I nod, swallowing and wiping my mouth.

Like his sex slave.

Stroking his cock, he tugs me up. “Give me a few minutes.”

He has no off switch.

I climb on his lap, and he cups one of my breasts as I kiss him. I expect him to pull away because I taste of him, but he doesn’t.

Of course he doesn’t.

This man is a god. And all mine. For now.

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