Page 55 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Yes...” he groans. “Play with your nipple. Fondle it.”

I pull at my nipple, then roll it around between my fingers. My other fingers sink between my slick slit and I rub up and down.

“Fuck.” He strokes his cock harder, focusing on the tip. “Good thing you invited me up here.”

“Yeah?” My brain is mush and unable to form cohesive thoughts.

“Yeah.” He rumbles. “I had half a mind to lay you out on the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

My eyes fly open. “You wouldn’t.”

The bed dips with his weight as he gets on. “What did you say?”

My stomach tightens as he prowls toward me but my mouth has always run faster than my head in the face of danger. “You wouldn’t take me out in the open. Even you are not that bold.”

He kneels over me, cock exposed and dripping onto the sheets. I wish he’d stick it in my mouth but he smirks instead, his eyes moving over me.

“I’m going to punish you for doubting me.” His fingers ghost over my hips and belly.

A sweet rush flutters through me but I manage to keep my composure. “You’re all talk and no action, army boy.”

A genuine smile lights up his eyes, and then quickly melts into something sinister. Fear and excitement skitter along my spine.

I start to pull away but he grabs me and pins my hands over my head. I’m stuck. He kneels between my legs with his member hanging over my pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you some action.” He leans down and kisses me. At first, it’s a delicate brush that lights a spark inside me. Then he kisses me deeper. That spark burns bright, turning into a blaze that heats me from the inside and spreads all over my skin.

I’m well aware of the fact that I’m exposed and bare. Mere inches from his hard cock. With just a single thrust he could be all the way inside me, giving me the completion to the tug-of-war that began when we first met in the lobby. But he takes his sweet time, kissing me into a whiny submission.

My hips lift off the bed, my channel yearning to be filled but he keeps torturing my mouth, playing with my tongue.

“Okay, okay, you win. Just fuck me already,” I plead.

He chuckles darkly. “What? The game hasn’t even started yet.”

I tremble as I watch him lift off of me and take off his shirt. Hard, honed muscles are on full display with tattoos that crisscross his arms. He looks so strong and beastly that my heart bangs faster.

Brody is the type of man that if I give myself to him, I may never recover from it. As he works off his trousers, I spread my legs wider. I want to be ruined for all other men. I don’t know whenI became so careless, but now’s not the time to think. I want to feel.

Naked Brody is every woman’s dream, even though she may think differently. My already drenched pussy mines more liquids, getting ready to be fucked hard.

I rise to a seated position and run my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. His pecs are taut and firm. He hisses a sharp sound as the pads of my fingers run over his nipples. Then lower, I feel the tightness of his abs. Underneath the hard tension, there’s a slight tremble.

A smile pulls at my lips. I’m the one that caused that. I’m the one making this powerful, arrogant man feverish with need.

When my fingers close around his cock, his hips surge forward, stroking it through my hands. He fucks himself into my grip a couple of times before growling and pushing me onto my back.

He comes down on me, covering me in his impressive muscles and with his masculine smell. He kisses my neck and cheek as one hand finds my pussy. His fingers part my folds and go straight to my entrance this time.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard everyone will hear you scream.” He breathes against my ear. “And when you think it’s over, I’ll fuck you even harder.”

I buck against his fingers as the imagery he paints in my head combined with the light caresses threaten to make me come. “You can’t.”

Two fingers spear into my heat.

A shocked scream leaves me. I bite my lips to stifle the sound.

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