The Bodyguard’s Slutty Brat [4]

POV: Oliver

I knew at that moment there was no going back. 

I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifted her higher against me, and threw her onto the bed. She bounced on the sheets, legs spread, chest heaving, eyes wide and hungry.  

I held her gaze without blinking. My fingers tore the shirt open, buttons flying in every direction. The belt buckle clanged against the floor as I shoved my pants and boxers down in one impatient motion.  

Her eyes went huge, lips parting in shock. “Holy shit!” she swallowed hard. “It’s… so fucking huge. I… I don’t know. Uhm… if it will fit.”  

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. After all the teasing and confidence she’d shown these past days, I hadn’t expected her to look this nervous. 

Are you a virgin? I asked quietly.

She shook her head, cheeks flushing deeper. “No… but I’ve only been with one guy before. And he wasn’t… anything like you.

I stroked my shaft once, slowly, letting her watch every inch as the angry red head dripped with pre-cum. “Are you getting cold feet, princess?” My voice came out rough, nothing like the tone I’d used for days.  

She licked her lips, eyes fixed hungrily on my cock as she reached out. Her small hand wrapped around the thick base, and it jumped hard in her grip. She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing over the swollen head, collecting the leaking cum.

Without hesitation, she brought her glistening fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted me.

“Never,” she whispered, voice dripping with lust. “I want this monster stretching my cunt open.”  

I growled, the sound raw in my throat, and climbed on the bed, grabbed the front of her lace bra, and ripped it down her arms. The thong followed, torn off in one rough pull. 

She spread her legs wide for me, knees falling open. Her pussy was soaked—pink, glistening, lips puffy and swollen, clit peeking out like it was begging. So fucking succulent.  

I dove in. No teasing, and I buried my face between her thighs, sucking her clit hard into my mouth, shoving two fingers back inside her dripping hole.  

“Fuck, Oliver!” she cried out, hips bucking. “Yes… Eat my pussy. Suck it harder. Oh god, your tongue feels so good.”  

I groaned against her folds, the taste of her flooding my mouth—sweet, salty. I sucked and licked like a man hungry for food, fingers pumping deep while my tongue lashed her swollen bud. 

Her thighs clamped around my head, making it hard for me to move my head. She grabbed my hair, grinding against my face like she was losing control. 

“I’m gonna… fuck… I’m gonna cum again," she gasped. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop—”  

I sucked harder, fucking her with my tongue and finger. Her whole body tensed, then she shattered. Hot liquid gushed over my tongue and chin as she squirted hard, soaking my face and the sheets. She covered her mouth, screaming my name into her palm, legs shaking violently. I kept licking through every pulse, drawing it out until she was whimpering and twitching.  

I rose, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, cock throbbing painfully. “Turn over. On your stomach. Now.”  

She obeyed fast, ass up, face pressed into the pillow. I gripped her hips and yanked her back toward me, teasing her, rubbing my dick against her fold as she moaned, pushing back greedily.

I lined my fat cockhead up with her soaked cunt and slammed into her in one hard thrust.  

“Fuuuuck!” she screamed into the pillow. “It’s so deep… Oh my God! I can feel it in my womb!”  

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard and fast, hips slamming against her ass, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. 

Every thrust bottomed out, my heavy balls smacking her clit. I reached around and rubbed her clit in circles.  

“You like that?” I growled, voice strained. “Such a sweet, drenched pussy. You’ve been begging for this cock for days, now take every fucking inch.”

Isla cried out, slamming herself back onto me. “Harder, Oliver! Ruin my pussy. Make it yours. I want to be sore and dripping with your cum for days.”

I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, and drove back in, deeper than before. The new angle made her eyes roll back. I pounded her mercilessly, the headboard slamming against the wall.  

“God! Yes… right there,” she panted. “Your cock is hitting so deep. I’m gonna come again… fuck, I’m gonna come on your dick!”  

Her third orgasm ripped through her. Her core clenched and fluttered around me, milking my shaft. I kept thrusting through it, not slowing down, chasing my own release. 

Sweat poured off our bodies, making everything slick and messy. Her tits bounced with my brutal pace, jiggling beautifully as I pounded into her. 

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, her face twisted in overwhelming pleasure, her moans turning into broken cries as I drove deeper.

I pulled out again, stood at the edge of the bed, and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her legs locked around my waist as I carried her to the nearest wall. I pinned her there and slammed back inside her soaked cunt in one smooth motion.  

“Hold on,” I whispered, fucking her standing, hips snapping up, using the wall for leverage. Her back arched, nails digging into my shoulder.

“I’m crying, fuck… I’m crying because it feels too good,” she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Your cock is destroying me, and I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”  

I felt my balls tighten. “I’m close,” I growled against her neck. “Shit! I’m about to cum.”  

“Yes… Come inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum.”  

I thrust twice more and exploded as cum seeped deep into her, so much that it leaked out around my cock as I kept moving through the orgasm. She came again right after me, walls clenching, her juice leaking everywhere.

We stayed like that for a long moment, her pinned to the wall, my cock still buried inside her twitching cunt, both of us breathing hard.  

I carried her back to the bed and lay her down gently, pulling out slowly, watching my cum drip from her swollen, well-fucked pussy.  

She looked up at me, eyes soft now, tears still drying on her lashes. 

“I’m sorry about your sister,” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”  

I brushed a strand of wet hair from her sweat-filled face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry about your mum.”  

She reached up and touched my cheek. “I can give you the money for your sister’s surgery.”  

I froze. “What?”  

She nodded, smiling softly. “I like you, Oliver. And I love your cock. So… anything for you.”  

My chest tightened. I didn’t know what to say.  

She licked her lips, eyes lighting up again. “Are you ready to go another round?”  

I felt my cock twitch, already hardening against her thigh. A grin spread across my face. “I thought you’d never ask.”