Page 57 of Trust My Bodyguard

A savage smile lights his eyes up as he continues ramming into me hard. Each thrust feels like I’m being invaded and conquered. Like he has a point to prove.

I need more.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist and pull him down. He indulges me, lying on top of me and bringing us chest to chest. With his face against mine, I’m treated to the sound and feel of his huffing breath as he exerts himself to bring me pleasure.

He cups my face and takes my lips in a bruising kiss. “Say something smart.”

Only a moan trickles out.

“Thought so.” In one quick move, he flips me over and drags my hips into his lap. He fucks into me so hard the sound of our bodies meeting reverberates around the room. The only sound that rivals it is my shriek.

I scream until my throat is raw and my eyes water. It’s still unable to quell what I’m feeling inside. I’m being taken apart and put back together. I’m possessed, overcome, conquered.

His fingers find my clit and flick it. “Come for me, Ivy. Flood my cock with your cream.”

I come apart on a squeal. Pleasure explodes in my core and travels through my limbs. My body tenses up and all I can do is hold still as he continues ramming into me and lengthening my orgasm.

“Look at that.” His voice is so low and rough it sounds unlike him. “Look at all that cream you’re bathing my cock with.”

He leans over me until my head is pressed against the pillows.

“Dancing your pert ass on my cock.” Indeed I am. I didn’t even realize it. “Trying to milk my cock.”

I moan as he hits a deep, delicious angle.

“Do you want my cum in your pussy? Do you want to drip with my seed?” He fists my hair and twists my face to the side. “Do you?”

“Yes, yes,” I cry.

“Oh, fuck.” His thrusts become faster, deeper, and more disjointed.

And then I feel it. Hot, syrupy cum filling my pussy and coating my walls.

Brody groans above me, his gentle touch on my hips at odds with the rough sounds coming from his lips. Then drained, he collapses beside me and pulls me onto his chest. I tuck my head against his beating heart as drowsiness overcomes me.

I fall asleep with his fingers rubbing my scalp and back.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ivy

“Groop is not a word.”

Iris places down her mug of hot cocoa on the table and I know I’m in for a bullshit explanation. “Imagine there is no letter ‘U’ in the universe.”

“Can’t. You just used it in the word universe.”

“Just imagine.”

“Scrabble is not about imagining words. It’s about actual real words.”

“How do you think we arrive at real words? People make up words. I can make up a word right now.”

“Oh, yeah? Let’s keep groop. I’ll make my own word too.” I grab my tile pieces and arrange them over a double word box. XZIKQ. “There.”

She mutters, trying to pronounce the non-word. “What is that?”

“A new word.”

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