Slutty wife and her hot bodyguard. 

Her name was Seraphina—wife of the current President of the United States. And Seraphina had a problem. She wanted to be fucked badly by someone who wasn’t her husband.

Her hot bodyguard, no less.

Jacob.

Ever since he’d been hired by her husband to keep her safe due to growing threats, Seraphina had found herself hopelessly distracted by the six-foot-tall, dangerously handsome man covered in tattoos.

Oh, his tattoos… Seraphina could practically drool at the sight of them, especially the serpent coiled along his forearm.

Jacob radiated danger with just one look and for reasons she couldn’t explain, she craved that danger.

Craved it so badly that she was now in her room, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy… moaning the name of a man she had never taken vows with, yet who made her feel so desperate.

Fuck, she had never felt this good touching herself before.

With one hand sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, the other clenched tightly around the sheets, her eyes hooded with nothing but raw pleasure—she was so close. So damn close, her walls thighened around her fingers.

“Oh, Jacob… please, just like that,” she moaned breathlessly, arching her back as she humped against her fingers, imagining it was Jacob’s thick cock buried deep inside her.

“I’m gonna cum, Jacob… fuck, yes! Faster, please—faster!”

Her loud moans echoed through the room, and she was certain they could be heard throughout the house. But it didn’t matter, no one was inside. Only the guards stood outside the perimeter.

There were no maids, no helpers, Liam, her husband, hated having people around. So the house was quiet, empty. Just her… and her filthy thoughts.

Jacob was outside too, so she could scream as loud as she wanted and she did.

As she curled her fingers inside her throbbing pussy, lewd moans spilled from her lips. Every word she cried out was a testament to the pleasure that had completely consumed her.

She wanted to suck his cock. She wanted him to eat her out, to fuck her senseless, to choke her, to be as rough as he could while she came all over his cock.

Seraphina wanted—

“Nnngh, I'm cumming, Jacob. I'm cumming so hard. Please, cum inside me. Put your hot seed in me, fuck!” she screamed as she came all over her fingers.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sounds, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed onto the bed.

Seraphina wanted Jacob to cum inside her. She wanted him to fuck her raw. Most of all, she wanted him to impregnate her, to give her a child.

If there was one thing Seraphina desired the most, it was to bear a child. She longed to feel life growing inside her belly. But Liam didn’t want a child, not yet. He barely even touched her.

To him, a child would only steal time from his politics, and Seraphina had become a lonely wife, constantly trapped within the four corners of their mansion.

There was no one she could speak to, no one to spend time with. And the one thing she craved, her cold husband refused to give it to her.

What made it worse was knowing he was cheating on her with his blonde secretary… and still, there was nothing she could do.

But everything started to change the day she saw the tall, black-haired man with piercing ocean-blue eyes standing beside her husband.

“This is Jacob Owen. He was the best agent in the FBI. He quit, and from today, he’ll be working with us, protecting you.”

That day, when she looked into his eyes, something shifted inside her.

She began to feel things her husband had never made her feel. She found herself secretly touching her body again and again, imagining Jacob.

And though she knew exactly how wrong it was… she couldn’t stop.

No, she didn’t want to stop.

“I came so much today,” she whispered, breathless, as she pulled her hand away from her pussy, whimpering softly at the loss of contact.

“I really need to stop doing this. The more I give in, the harder it is to resist later. I can’t imagine how disgusted he’d be if he knew I was touching myself to him,” she muttered under her breath, staring at the ceiling with a frown.

But the next second, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise outside the door.

Her eyes widened, and her head snapped in the direction of the sound, in panic What if it was her husband… or worse—Jacob?

Before she had time to think, she jumped off the bed, hastily pulling her dress down as she hurried toward the door.

“Is someone there? Who is it?” she asked, her voice shaky. But there was no response.

Frowning in confusion, she swallowed nervously and pushed the door open, expecting to see someone.

But to her surprise… there was no one.

Not a single soul.

She raised a brow, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. She wasn’t even sure if it was because of what she had just done or the fear of being caught. Either way, she let out a shaky breath.

“I must be imagining it,” she sighed in relief with a small smile, running a hand through her hair before stepping back inside.

It was time to shower and get ready for dinner.

Tonight was Seraphina and Liam’s marriage anniversary, and even though Liam rarely cared for such events, Seraphina did.

She was hoping, just for once to deepen their bond, maybe even find a way to get closer to him again.

As she walked into the bathroom with a hopeful smile, thinking about Liam’s favorite dishes she planned to cook, she didn’t notice the most important details:

She had been too distracted to wonder why the door had been slightly ajar before she opened it.

Too lost in thought to look down…

And see the fresh trail of cum on the floor.

Or to spot the six-foot, intimidating man standing silently just below the stairway, watching her with an unreadable expression.

This woman.

Jacob thought as he watched her retreating figure.

She had no idea what she was doing to him. He was already at the edge of his patience.

One wrong move, one more moan slipping past her lips… and he wouldn’t just fuck her.

He’d ruin her.