Bodyguard Beast

I couldn’t help but tease her again.

“Stop,” she muttered, her head moving restlessly.

I lifted my head from my position on her abdomen and looked at her. Part of me couldn’t believe I was about to have her. There was no two ways about it. She was a goddess! Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from my sucking, and her eyelids heavy with passion. Between the slits, her eyes were brilliantly green, as if set on fire from inside, as her hair lay spread out around her head in a captivating cascade of lustrous silk.

I felt my heart thud violently in my chest and the words came out before I could stop them, “You're breathtaking.”

She stilled at my words. “And you’re fucking gorgeous.”

I felt the appreciation in her touch as she stroked her fingers in my hair.

She blushed, the color running from her chest all the way to her cheeks. “I’ve been watching you around me, and getting more and more pissed that you weren’t …” she paused and licked her lips, “fucking my brains out.”

I cocked my head. “You can stop being pissed right now." I broke the string of her lacy thong and wrenched the material away from her hips. Her sex was spread open before me. She immediately grew self-conscious and tried to close her legs, but I grabbed her thighs and pushed even further apart. All the way back, and allowed my eyes to fully take her in.

Chapter 29

Angelo

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Her pussy was utterly and completely beautiful. Completely clean-shaven, it was like a little heart, pulsing, alive, and greedy for my attention. Her creamy arousal drenched the swollen protruding bud at the center of the delicate, pink folds of flesh. Then there was the little hole, throbbing— begging silently. Excitement gripped me and I didn’t waste a moment longer.

I bent my head and beginning at the base of wet flesh, gave her a long, hard lick.

She jerked violently at the contact, her grip on my hair tightening. She whimpered, her body shuddering as I lifted her hips off the bed, and held her in my cupped hands.

I had just begun.

Her musky heated release swirled around in my mouth. Delicious. I went back for more. I lapped her up like a starving man, my tongue digging into that secret begging hole for more, and then sliding upwards to finally meet her swollen clit. I closed my lips around the throbbing bud and sucked hard.

She gave a little scream and almost flew off the bed.

I raised my head. “Shhh,” I cautioned.

But she was long past coherence with her body writhing at the pleasure overwhelming every nook and cranny, as her head kept thrashing from side to side.

Her parents’ wing was on the other side of the mansion, but as a precaution, I stuffed her nightie into her mouth. Then I returned my mouth to her pussy. I circled the trembling entrance to her body, before once again thrusting my tongue inside her. Desire flowed out of her opening, soaking my mouth with its wetness and I lapped her clean. Two fingers replaced my tongue and I marveled at the slick reception.

A third finger eventually joined the onslaught as I curved and stroked her sensitive inner walls.

Her muffled cries and moans filled my ears. Even I could no longer regulate the harshness of my breathing, or my arousal as I let my finger keep plunging deeper into her depths.

Soon, she began to convulse. “No, Angelo … stop,” she cried, trying to pull away.

I ignored her, maintaining the hard, steady momentum of my thrusts in and out of her.

Her release burst through her, spraying me with a sweet shower, as she fought to free herself from my hold.

I let her go. Rising to my feet, I shrugged my jacket off my shoulders as I watched her seal a hand over her mouth in a belated effort to contain her screams. She sounded tormented and it absolutely enthralled me. There were tears of pure bliss in her eyes and I couldn’t wait to see them roll down her cheeks.

“Holy hell,” she shuddered, as she pressed her hand to her clit, trying to soothe the delicious ache from the orgasm. By the time she recovered enough to gather her wits, my jeans were around my knees and my cock was free.

She gasped as she took in the size of my manhood. "Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes wide. She gazed greedily at it, licking her lips and her hands reaching out as though she wanted to touch it. “That’s … big. Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

If I had been in a different mood, I would have laughed at the astonished, dazed expression on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” I promised.

She giggled nervously.

I pulled out a condom from the pocket of my jeans. I rolled it on, and moved towards her once again.