Page 79 of The Bodyguard

“Shit!” Savannah cries.

I do it again, this time a little faster.

Then again.

Then again.

Straightening, I lift her hips. “You like it hard, sweetheart?”

Slam.

“Yes.” She tosses her head.

“You like me fucking you. Thrusting into your pussy.”

Bang.

“Yes, god.” Her arms are trying to reach me, but she can’t.

“You going to keep this naughty pussy empty for me so I can fill it?” I growl.

What am I saying?

“Yes, yes.”

“So I can lick you.”

Stop talking.

“So I can finger fuck you wherever we are,” I add and make a note to punch myself in the face after this.

“Yes, yes,” she cries.

I slide out and spin her onto her knees, pushing her hair to one side and then twirling it around my fist. I can feel my cock leaking into the rubber.

I’m going to blow soon.

“You gonna let me fuck you on your knees when we fly home tomorrow? While everyone is out in the cabin listening to you scream.”

No. We are not doing that.

“God, yes.” Savannah continues and presses back into my cock to take more.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

God, I’m so close.

“And are you going to suck me off at the end of each shift like a good little actress?”

What is wrong with me?

My seed rushes through my cock and explodes. My back arches as I thrust over and over into her willing and compliant hot body.

“Holy fuck.”

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