Page 95 of Trust My Bodyguard

“I know, baby. Up.” He pushes me upright. “Turn around. Fuck. You look all sexed up and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He undoes his zipper and takes out his cock, giving it a rough squeeze while looking at me.

My thighs press together as my mouth waters. I’m not sure which one I want first. Him between my legs or him in my mouth.

Brody chooses for me. “Come and sit on it.”

My pussy drips at the sight of the precum beading on the tip. I can’t get on fast enough. Brody pulls his knees together, allowing me to climb and straddle him.

“Look at that,” he groans.

I look down, and shame warms my cheek. I try to close my legs, but the muscular ones separating mine prevent it.

“Don’t even dare.” Brody snatches the hem of my dress and pulls it higher, exposing my wet, dripping flesh. “Fucking hell.” He runs a thumb up and down my wet slit through my panties.

My back curves, and I fall forward. My pussy inevitably rests on the hand, palming his hard cock.

He covers my ass cheeks with a firm hand and grinds my pussy on his cock while stroking himself at the same time. The wild sight makes me delirious with need.

“I want you inside me, Brody,” I say against his ear. “Please.”

“Of course.” Fingers pull aside the crotch of my panties. “Anything for you, Ivy.” And then he feeds his cock into my pussy, inch by girthy inch.

I close my eyes and will myself to relax. This is what I want. The stretch feels good.

Then his hips come off the chair, and he plunges inside. My breath leaves my lungs as I scream to the ceiling.

Oh, my goodness.

“Look at me, Ivy.” Brody cups my face and brings my eyes to meet his. “Look at me as I fuck you.” He thrusts in, and my eyes go blind again, but he taps my cheek. “At me. Here.”

I keep my eyes on him as he moves in and out. Slowly. At first, I’m merely a body to be filled. But as I keep watching him, I understand his pace. I become a participant, moving along with him, owning his pleasure as he owns mine.

Our eyes stayed glued on each other, wrapped in each other.

“Oh, Ivy.” He pushes the hair from my face and cups my cheeks tenderly. “There’s nothing like this. No one like you.”

My heart flips in my chest. I thought we were fucking. But now, I’m not so sure. A foreign feeling, new and unnerving, sweeps through me. And I’m touching Brody, too. I’m feeling him. His firm, muscular shoulders. His soft, full head of hair. The bristly, low-cut beard on his face.

His hands wrap around my back, and he kisses me slowly. Then his lips trail my neck, my collarbone. He nudges me backward until my hair brushes my ass. Then he pulls my neckline down and takes my freed nipple in his mouth.

I come apart then, pleasure sweeping through me. Brody’s feverish groans come immediately after, his length throbbing inside me. Our combined orgasms only serve to notch up the height of the passion. Our sounds of pleasure mix as our heavybreaths do, and we stay that way until our breathing calms down.

Then Brody rests his head on my chest, exhaling roughly. “What was that?”

I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. “I don’t know, but I liked it.”

He chuckles softly. “Me too.”

I ease off him and turn around. “Zipper now. For real.”

We both get undressed and share a warm shower together. I imagined the atmosphere would be awkward after our heated embrace, but no. We only fall into each other more, unable to separate as we kiss and touch through the shower and back into bed.

Brody spoons me, resting his surprisingly hard cock on my ass. A pleasant surprise. I part my legs, allowing him entry. He sinks in on a soft groan and fills me up. His motions are slow and unhurried. Like we have the entire time in the world to ourselves.

I know that’s false, and the knowledge threatens to take me out of the moment. But Brody, sensing I’m distracted, wraps his hand around my midriff and plays with my nipples while kissing my neck and sucking gently.

There’s no room for thoughts when I’m being pleasured like this. The future can wait. I’ll have this moment.

I rock back into him, letting out every whimper and cry, letting him know how good it feels. He works himself into me, faster and faster, until his motions turn jerky, and he can barely complete a full thrust. Fingers find my clit, strumming rapidly until I come on his cock, and he fills me with his cum.

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