Page 152 of The Bodyguard Situation

“Wreck me,” I breathe, knowing I’m still sore from last night.

“What do you need?” His voice lowers as he continues playing with my clit. “Say it.”

“I need your cock ripping me in two,” I moan, writhing beneath him, desperate now. “I need you tofuckme like I’m yours to keep.”

“Oh, you fucking are,” he says.

I buck into his hand, the orgasm building so fast because he knows exactly what my body needs. I nearly cry out when he pulls away, not giving me what I want.

I groan in frustration.

“Not yet,” he says, that wicked smirk pulling at his mouth. “Greedy little thing.”

“Maybe that will be my next tattoo,” I whisper as he kisses his way down my body like a man memorizing a map. His lips trail over my throat, my collarbone, my breasts. His tongue flicks over one nipple before his mouth closes around it, sucking hard while his hand continues teasing that clit. He parts my thighs, opening me like a feast he intends to devour.

When he gets low enough to breathe against my pussy, I shudder.

“You want my mouth?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Then take it.”

I arch up into his face, rocking against him, but he’s there, tongue lashing over my clit with a rhythm that drives me wild. Two fingers slide deep inside me, and I cry out, hips grinding helplessly into his face.

He groans into me, and I love the way his scruff feels against my soft skin. He works me in sync, tongue and fingers, relentless and merciless. He’s making low, feral, hungry growls, like he’s claiming every inch of me with his mouth.

The build happens fast, and it’s impossible to outrun or hold back even if I wanted to.

“That’s it,” he encourages, flicking my clit just right. “Come for me. Let me taste you, Harp.”

I fall apart with a scream, the orgasm ripping through me like fire. My vision goes white as my legs tremble and shake. I can feel myself pulsing around his fingers, soaking his mouth, but he’s not done.

He flips me onto my hands and knees, grabs my hips, and drives into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” I cry out, the stretch overwhelming, but oh-so perfect.

His pace is relentless and deep. Every thrust slams into the spot that makes me see stars, the one that makes the world around me disappear. His hands grip my hips like he owns me. Fuck, he does. Every inch of me.

“Like being fucked so hard that you forget your name?”

I can’t speak, so I just moan and nod.

Another orgasm builds again, but this time, it’s fast and brutal. When he reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles, I scream and shatter all over again, my pussy clenching around him like a vise. He fucks me through it and keeps going as I beg him to split me in half.

Another orgasm hits and then another, until I’m screaming his name, shaking, with my face buried in the sheets.

“Give me another one,” I demand, and he chuckles as he drives into me.

I chase something sacred, and I worship these moments together.

He wraps my hair around his fist and slams into me until I come again. I’ve lost count. I don’t even have words left. Just sounds and pleasure and him. Brody’s muscles tense, and he buries himself deep inside me. He whispers my name like a prayer, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes. He collapses over me, panting, his chest against my back, both of us soaked in sweat and satisfaction.

We lie there, breathless, ruined in the best way as we stare up at the ceiling. I turn my head just enough to see his sparkling blue eyes.

He gives me a smile, and I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet. To be loved and understood is officially my kink, and Brody gets it.

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