The bodyguard (3)

At last, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled down his black pants and bent me over on the couch, finally going for what we’ve been longing for. I gasped when his cock slid into me, and my starving cunt welcomed him as if my life depended on it. It was almost like we were made for each other because we fit together perfectly.

When he moved, my moans became uncontrollable because he was hitting all the right places. I knew it right there and then that this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. That cock was too good to let go. And right now, I was about to have a taste of it again.

While my dad thinks he's won, the man he specifically hired to babysit me slides his fingers under my bikini bottom, and his mouth finds my nipple. His fingers are cool against my heated skin, and that adds to the refreshing sensation. He laps his tongue around my nipples, making it as sloppy as I like it, and then tugs at it with his teeth as his fingers press against my bundle of sensitive nerves.

 He holds his hand down without moving, and that drives me insane. I want to feel pressure on my sensitive spot. I’m aching for him. I try not to rush it because I know with him, it is worth the wait. The slower he goes, the more buildup I get, which means the orgasms will be explosive. I enjoy every moment of it. I’ve had my fair share of men, some who couldn’t wait to put it in and satisfy their cravings. But not Bruce. He takes his time pleasuring me and making sure I get the best experience. And that is why I let him do what he wants. Because I know he has my best interest at heart.

“Mmmhhh!” I bite my bottom lip and stifle a moan as he nibbles on my nipple, and his fingers part my folds. He sucks in more of my boob onto his mouth, making it slick with saliva, and I love the warmth that spreads through me. I love the way my boob feels as his tongue laps around the skin surrounding my nipples.

“Oh God…” I moan as his finger finds my sensitive hood and starts rubbing it in small circular motions with just the right pressure. Too much pressure usually makes it uncomfortable, and too little doesn’t give a good sensation. But he knows just the right pressure to make me squirm against the flimsy pool mattress and grind against his hand, wanting to feel more of him.

“Patience,” he whispers, leaning forward and peppering kisses on the side of my neck under my ear. My sweet spot. I swear this guy knows every part of me more than I know myself. I tilt my head back, surrendering to the pleasure he is giving me. Everything excites me, like his tongue caressing my neck, his slightly prickly stubble against my bare skin, and even his warm breath on my skin that sends shivers down my spine.

Without warning, he lets go of me and pushes himself to his knees. My eyes snap open from the sudden loss of contact, and that is when I realize he’s still fully dressed in his jeans and tee-shirt while I’m barely dressed. I can see the hunger and lust in his eyes as he looks down on me, as if figuring out the best way to devour me. And I’m not complaining. I love it when he looks at me like that.

His jeans are now tighter around the crotch, a testament to his longing for me. My body gets even more excited at the thought of that delicious cock stretching me and filling me up. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, and I can’t help but ogle his perfect upper body. As a bodyguard, his body is undeniably toned and tough to the touch, but surprisingly soft to lie on. I expected to end up with a stiff neck the first night I used him as a pillow, but I woke up just fine.

He leaves his jeans on for now, but bends over to me and tugs at the thin waistband of my bikini while looking at me. I give him a slight nod, and he peels the fabric away from me, leaving my bottoms bare. He does the same with my bra, tugging at the knot on my back. Now I’m fully undressed, and I see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows at the sight of me. I’m hot—literally and figuratively.

I plant the soles of my feet on the bed, bending it at the knee, and spread my leg wide enough that I feel the sun on my dripping wet cunt. Damn! That feels good. Why didn’t I ever think of sunning my pussy? Bruce positions himself between my legs and starts eating me out.

“Oh fuck!” A moan escapes me as his tongue laps around my sensitive nub with the right pressure and frequency. I’m already wound up, and I can feel my stomach tying into a knot from the few minutes he’s been going down on me. Bruce gives good head. The best head I’ve ever had.

My eyes roll back from pleasure as he slides his tongue into my wet slit, and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me in place. My legs start to quiver from the intense buildup I’m feeling, and my core muscles start to tighten, clamping down on his slippery tongue. Right when my muscles are about to contract, he pulls out his tongue and nips on my clit, causing me to yelp from the sudden pain, but he starts sucking on it, soothing away the pain. 

He comes up to me and crashes his lips into mine, letting me taste myself in his mouth. He deepens the kiss while I snap open his jeans button and pull them down together with his boxers, releasing his cock out of its tight confines. I wrap my fingers around it and stroke a little, giving him some relief. To my surprise, he starts humping against my palm without breaking our kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck and gently push his head to the crook of my neck. “I need you,” I whisper into his ear. “Right now, Bruce…please…”