Her Mafia Bodyguard

“Oh my God,” she moans, her head falling forward, her hips moving in time with my slow, deep thrusts. “That is so good. So… so good…”

“Yeah, baby.” I place one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, holding her steady. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me.” She moans, lost, moving faster. I slow down, letting her take what she wants. Letting her feel powerful while I have the pleasure of watching her slide up and down my length. My cock is coated with her juices, glistening in what little sunlight is left.

When her muscles begin rippling, I know she’s close. I reach around, cupping her plump little mound, working my fingers against her clit. “Come for me,” I grunt. “Squeeze my cock. Come on it.” She does as she’s told, barely holding back a broken sob before almost collapsing in a fit of spasms. I hold on, closing my eyes and willing myself not to let go. Not yet.

She makes a surprised sound when I withdraw and swing my leg over the seat to stand beside her. “Suck me off,” I growl, one hand on the back of her head while I feed her my cock with the other. She barely has time to part her lips before I push my way deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat hard enough to make her grunt.

But she takes me eagerly once the surprise wears off, tightening her grip around my shaft, her cheeks hollowing out while her head bobs up and down. She knows just how I like it, pressing her tongue along the underside, taking my entire length. “Good girl,” I murmur, groaning when my balls lift, my body tensing in preparation. “You’re so good to my cock.” She moans in response, only heightening the sensation.

My body jerks from the force of my release, and she still takes it, swallowing spurt after spurt of cum as I unload in her mouth. I’ve never met a woman who wasn’t at least hesitant about swallowing, but she does it eagerly. I don’t know whether it’s because she wants to or thinks it will please me. Either way, I’m not complaining.

When I withdraw, she looks up at me with a smile. Like she’s proud of herself. “It’s been a day of firsts, hasn’t it?”

As perverse as it is, the sight of her happy little smile at a moment like this goes further than anything else has toward breaking my heart open.

I am too far gone over this woman.

Yet all I can do when I look into her eyes is remember that note and the threat behind it. It was one thing to protect her when only my job was at stake.

Now? I’m afraid my heart might be in on it, too.