Page 146 of South Beach Bodyguards

Her knees were bent so she could rest in my lap facing me. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi.” I reached down and stroked between her folds. Miranda sighed. “What’s this?” I asked. “I found something wet that I want.”

“How do you want it?” She shook her head a little in an attempt to get her hair back off of her shoulders, but it clung there, damp.

“That’s a loaded question.” I sank my thumb into her body. “I want it every single way possible.” I kissed her. “But for now I want it wrapped around my cock just like this. I want you to lift yourself up just a little so I can fuck you. Can you do that, baby?”

She nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh.” She made little sounds of excitement in the back of her throat as she raised up her ass, all while I continued to tease at her clit with her own moisture.

I wondered if she knew how much she looked like an old-school porn star. She was a breathy seventies goddess, all full hips and big tits, teased-up blond hair, and wide doe-eyed innocence. It was unbelievable. She had the most amazing combination of a killer body and a sweet heart that made it seem like an act, even when she was either groaning with pleasure or seeming totally startled by how good it felt.

All I knew for sure was that I was one lucky son of a bitch because most men would give their right arm for a woman this damn hot sitting herself down onto their cock.

When her body connected with mine, her hands gripping my biceps, I lost all ability to think. I could only feel. And what I felt was the most intense ecstasy I had ever experienced.

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“Are you okay?” I asked Miranda, despite my deep need to take her hard. “You’re not getting scraped on the tile, are you?”

“No. All I feel is you.” Her head had fallen back, her breasts deliciously close to my mouth.

“Let me know if we need to move to the furniture.” I drew her nipple between my lips. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why, is it going to get rough?”

“You tell me. You’re the one steering this ship right now.” She was moving slowly, rolling her hips, giving me the ultimate lap dance. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“I have good thigh strength,” she murmured. “I am willing to put it to good use.”

Her skin was soft, yet toned. The water rolled from her body down over my thighs, my arms, where she gripped my biceps. The goose bumps on her shoulders had me reaching and flicking my tongue over the cool skin. “I’m very appreciative of that fact.”

There was no way she had any idea how gorgeous she was. I was having a sense that I was in a dream, one of blue lights, shimmering pool water, her creamy naked flesh, and me, yet at the same time nothing had ever felt more real. I could taste and touch and smell every inch of her, and I let her leisurely ride my cock while I absorbed every sensation that I could. I was going to hold on to this, to the feel of her. I gripped her ass, wanting to explore every single one of her delicious curves.

“Alejandro?” she asked, rising way up so that only the tip of my cock was still inside her.

I gritted my teeth, wanting to just grab her hips and slam her back down. “Yeah, baby?”

“I can’t get it deep enough,” she breathed, before dropping back down onto me.

That was it. There was nothing sexier than that and if she wanted it deep, I was going to give her just that. Even when she squeezed down onto me, it was like we weren’t close enough. Even with her body in my lap, both of us gripping the other, it wasn’t enough skin on skin, the slap of pleasure that I was craving and clearly she was too. “Hold on, we’re going to stand up.”

“What? How?”

My feet were still in the water and I drew them out. “Just wrap your hands around my neck and hold on.” This was why I sweated in the gym day after day. So I could look like a badass fucking my girl. I held on to her and stood up with barely a grunt while she gave a cry of surprise.

“Oh my,” she said. “Be careful.”

“I got it.” I had her and damn, I did not want to let her go. All I wanted to do was keep a tight grip on Miranda forever. I lifted her leg up high on my waist and carried her to the outdoor kitchen and settled her on the countertop.

She jumped. “Damn, that’s cold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” I drew her knees up and her feet rested on the front of my thighs.

Instinctively she tried to close her legs a bit but I paused her action. “Uh-uh. No hiding from me.”

She tossed her hair back and pushed her chest forward. “I’m not hiding. It’s just awkward. I’m on a concrete slab.”

For some reason that pissed me off. It was like she didn’t think I was good enough. It brought to mind the reason she was here with me—not because she was my girlfriend but because she wanted my damn sperm. Sure, I could make her come but she still had an ulterior motive.

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