Page 32 of The Bodyguard

The need to touch her pussy, her clit is so strong I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself.

But she’s a princess, I’m reminded of the fact for the thousandth time.

She doesn’t know that since seeing her when she returned from school when her mother died, I don’t bring women here. Princess Sophia haunts me and everywhere I look I want to see her face. Her body. Hear her cries. Taste her tears. I come here to torture myself because I can’t touch her

My hand brushes up to her waist. I’m so big my palm spans her hip. Touching her skin ensnares me. I want more, but I can’t cross that boundary.

And if I don’t send her home soon, nothing is going to matter.

I start pounding into her. Pulling her hair harder then tilting her face to me. I want to see her eyes. I want to see her glaze over as I’m fucking her and pulling her hair. I want to see how she reacts to my touch.

She’s breathless in my arms. She’s given herself to me. Everything. She meets my touch and when I tease her, she growls like a little spoiled princess and I’m dying to take my belt to her. To deprive her of orgasms, and then let her flood my mouth when I finally let her come. Soak my cock when I catch the last of her stunning spasms.

I sink my teeth into her flesh. I slam her into the wall with the force of my thrust. She’s gasping for air, for relief. Her body tightens around me. She’s going to come. Just like this. With nothing but the friction of my cock in her ass, hammering into her and pushing against her so that every plunge of my cock vibrates against her I clit.

I say her name in my head.

Mine.

She’s wrapped so tightly around my cock it’s sweet agony to fuck her. My balls swell. I penetrate her so deeply, she cries out and crumbles.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear. I want to come deep inside her, so I can stay in her body a little longer.

“Sophia.” Her name tears from my mouth in a hoarse, painful whisper. My cock stills. She’s trembling voraciously in my arms. I can’t help myself. The instant I start to come, my hand shifts to her pussy but she’s already climaxing and I feel her muscles squeeze shut against my cock, her sweet little asshole milking me with every spasm she experiences.

She parts her legs for me, frantic and wild.

I turn her head to the side and capture her lips as I cup her pussy. Her panties only half conceal her lips and I feel the velvety flesh against my palm. She is soaking wet. My mouth waters and my cock jerks one more time inside her.

She empties me. All of me.

I don’t release her instantly. I don’t want her to turn around and face me. I don’t want her to see she’s my weakness. But I can’t keep her here forever.

I shut my eyes as I draw my still hard cock from her ass. I watch as my length slips out. Fuck. She was so tiny and I made her take all of me on her first time.

She moans and pushes back against me. Doesn’t she realize I could fuck her again? And this time I’ll take her in a place that would ruin her for the rest of her life.

I clench my jaw as murderous thoughts fill my head. Roger Thompson taking what was meant to be mine.

I slip out of her quickly before I forget who I am, who she is.

I put her panties back into place. It wouldn’t be long before my cum fills the material.

But I’m sending her home this way. I’m not going to allow her to clean up.

I step away from her and her dress falls over her ass and down her thighs.

She doesn’t turn around even though I stepped away.

I find my phone and text Igor to come and get her. I know for a fact he wouldn’t leave. He’ll be sitting in the car, waiting for her, no matter how long I kept her here.

She turns around slowly but still leans against the wall.

I find her shoes and her cape. I lower myself at her feet and slip her shoes on. I then drape the cape around her.

Her lips are swollen and red where we both bit into her soft flesh.

I cup her face and brush my thumb over her sensitive mouth. She sighs and closes her eyes, purrs into my touch.

I lower my head to kiss her. One last time. But Igor’s knock at the door pulls me back into reality.

I move away from her and turn my back on her. I reach for the bottle of premium blend whiskey, still almost full. She interrupted my night of getting fuck-drunk and passing out where I sat.

I don’t stop drinking until I hear Igor enter then usher her out. I feel her gaze on me like silk against my cold body and then she’s gone.

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