Page 86 of Trust My Bodyguard

I take what she gives, cupping her face and rolling our tongues together. Kissing Ivy is like tasting the sweetest berry.

Her moans send a rush through me and her hands pulling at my shoulders, my neck, proving how much she wants this, how much she wants me, makes me grow hard beneath my jeans.

She must feel my thick length pressed against her because she grabs it and tugs.

“Hmm, fuck, Ivy.” A groan leaves me. I came here with the intention to change her mind, not get mine fucked by her touch.

She pulls away and pushes me toward the sofa. “Sit.”

I plop down, keeping my eyes on her. She follows me down, placing her knees on either side of my body and crawling up so her pussy sits right on my cock where it points in her direction.

“Fuck.” I run my hands through her soft, lush hair and bring her lips back to mine.

Her hips starts to rotate and she moans, making tight little circles. My cock aches to be out and in her heat but I’m letting her lead this, going at her pace. There’s a lot in her life now that’s out of her control but with me, she can have control. She can decide her fate.

She bounces a couple of times and a grunt chokes out of me and my hips thrust upward. I wish she’d decide to slide her panties to the side and sit bare on me, but we’re following her lead.

Her lips leave mine and her kisses trail my jaw and neck. Soft bites pepper my skin soothed by her warm breath. She licks me softly while her fingers slide down my chest, past my tensed stomach, and underneath my jeans.

When her hands graze my cock, my hips shoot off the couch.

“Fuck, Ivy,” I exhale. “I need to be inside you.”

“We’re in the media room.” She licks my ear. “In public. We can’t do it here.”

“Then you’re torturing me, baby. The way you stroke my cock.” My head falls back as she runs her thumb through the slit, spreading precum around the cockhead.

“We can’t,” she insists. “Someone may come in anytime.”

But she’s not slowing down. Her fingers fist me hard, stroking fast and slow. Root to tip.

“Just a little.” I sound like I’m in my first month of puberty but it’s only because Ivy does crazy things to me. “Just the tip.”

“No,” she says with a tremble and then takes my lips before I can convince her differently.

If she’s torturing me with her touch, then I might as well touch what I’m missing too. With my left arm braced around her lower back, I slide my right hand beneath the waistband of her tights. She shivers as I cup her ass and knead both cheeks.

“You’ve soaked your panties, haven’t you?” I suck on her tongue. “Naughty girl.”

She moans and rolls her hips, encouraging me to feel her up. I dip my finger lower and find a juicy treasure.

“Look at that. So wet.” Her entrance gives way easily, opening up for a finger, then two.

She throws her head back and moves up and down on my fingers. In a rush, she undoes my zipper and exposes my cock, stroking faster as she pleasures her greedy snatch.

It only takes a few seconds until she’s spilling onto my fingers and clenching around me. The warm, spasming feel of her sets off my orgasm. The first jet of cum shoots from the tip and lands on her finger.

Ivy dips her head immediately, licks off the stray drop, and swallows my spurting cock into her mouth. I groan, unable to keep the sound low as I watch her enthusiastically suck me off. A trail of cum spills but she catches it with her tongue and licks upward. When she proves that I’m done coming, she tucks me back in and cradles herself against my chest.

I can’t take my hand out of her. Not yet. I’m enjoying her warmth way too much.

She draws me down and we kiss slowly. Her breath is shallow as I pet her clit once more, stroking in and out of her at the same time. Soon, slight tremors pass through her body as she comes again. She whimpers against my chest and dances around on my fingers.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm.” She shudders.

I play with her clit until she goes limp against me. Determining she’s had enough, I pull my fingers free, but keep her against my chest.

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