The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Eleven

S he pushed her sweet cunt against my raging hard-on. “I need you inside me.”

I didn’t hesitate. Undoing my belt, I got my zipper down and had my cock in my hand in two seconds flat. Her luscious ass bent over for me, I rubbed the head of my dick through the length of her and she moaned.

A true hourglass figure, she was fucking beautiful, but sweet Jesus, her pussy wet and quivering around first my fingers, then the head of my cock, I didn’t stand a chance.

I should’ve asked about protection. I should’ve gotten a green light to go bareback, I should’ve gotten her real name, but I was a man standing in front of pure temptation, and I broke.

I shoved into her.

Fuuuck me.

My head fell back, my balls drew tight, and I almost came on the spot.

Tight and hot and so fucking wet, it took everything I had to go slow.

Inch by inch, I buried myself so deep in her, I didn’t know my own rank. “Brookelyn,” I muttered. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re so goddamn perfect.” Words bled out of my mouth. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

Her chest on the counter, she reached back and grabbed at my jeans. “Harder,” she demanded.

For once, I didn’t want to go hard. I knew what I’d fucking said to her, but that was before I sank inside her. I didn’t want to just pound her into submission, and rush toward my own release. I wanted her to feel every inch of the mind-fuck her body was giving me.

I gripped a handful of her curls. Her hair was so fucking soft, I wanted to feel it everywhere—teasing my dick, wrapped around my fist, covering my face as she rode me.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Babe, I’m bareback.” I drove into her so deep I bottomed out. “If I pound into you right now, I’m coming.” And Jesus fuck, the thought alone had me ready to explode.

Her fingers dug into my thighs. “Come,” she grunted, shoving back and impaling herself on me. “Then fuck me again.”

Goddamn . “Woman.” I dragged my palm over her sweet ass. “You telling me what to do?” She could fucking tell me to do anything right now. I didn’t give a fuck. I’d do it, just to be inside her.

Despite me gripping a tight handful of her hair, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me. Mouth wet and parted, her core pulsing, her eyes so fucking haunted she looked ethereal, her tongue darted out to touch her bottom lip. “Fuck me, Garrett Collins. Come inside me. Use me. Ride me. Make me forget.”

My dick surged and I pulled her hair hard. Covering her back with my chest, I brought my mouth to her ear. “Last name,” I demanded, because I couldn’t ask her what or why she wanted to forget. It’d be nothing except a hypocritical question. I wanted to forget where I was going when the sun rose. I wanted to forget a woman who birthed me, but couldn’t remember my name, and I wanted to forget every other woman I’d fucked, because this wild-haired minx riding my cock felt that goddamn good.

But fuck, I wanted her last name.

Licking up the side of her neck, I drew out a few inches and slowly pushed back in. “Give me a name to hold on to after tomorrow.” Because that’s exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to hold on to this woman.

She moaned low. “No.”

“Last name.” I didn’t quit. “Give me something, sweetheart. ”

“Grab my ass,” she countered.

“I’ll grab it, and fuck it…” I bit her ear as I squeezed her ass. “As soon as I know whose sweet cunt I’m sinking inside of.”

She ground her hips and panted, “You need a name to come?”

I smiled against the musk of her neck as I palmed her hard-as-fuck nipples through her bra. “You want me to come?” I could come on the next thrust, but I wanted to fuck her into the next decade.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Yanking her bra down, I pressed her chest into the counter and rose as I grabbed her hips. “I want those hard nipples on the cold granite.”

She gripped the edge of the counter and panted. “Less. Talking .”

I pulled back then thrust deep. Using my thumbs to press hard into the muscles on her lower back, I watched myself ease out of her. “Lucky you.” I slammed back into her. “I can talk and fuck at the same time.” I could talk and hit a target a thousand yards out because I’d trained myself to. I could work through any distraction.

She groaned and her pussy constricted around me.

I pulled out again. “So fucking wet, sweetheart.” But I didn’t want to work through this distraction. My cock covered in her desire, I wanted to fucking bury myself in her sweet distraction. “You like me inside you?” Fisting my wet dick, I edged her. “Or do you like to be teased?”

Half grunt, half moan, she dropped her head as a tremor went up her spine.

Fuck yeah. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I rimmed her again, pressing harder this time.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

I plunged into her.

Her back bowed and her pussy went off. Clenching, pulsing, gripping me like she was made to milk me, she came.

My dick hardened to the point of pain, and I reached around to her clit. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s make this last a little longer. ”

“Ah, ah, ah!” She shook in my arms and tried to pull away from my touch.

Holding her to me, riding her slow so I didn’t come as the last of her orgasm pulsed around me, I circled her clit. “You’re not going anywhere.” Increasing my speed, I kept going around her clit, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet. “Wait,” I quietly commanded, drawing the word out. “Wait.” I drew around her like the wind. Everywhere and nowhere. My cock hitting her G-spot, my chest covering her back in dominance, my fingers owning her next orgasm, I edged her.

And I owned her.

Her body compliant in my arms, my voice rough, but my touch deliberately not strong enough, I whispered a question I shouldn’t. “Am I coming inside this sweet cunt?” I pinched her clit.

“ Fuck! ” Her back arched, her arms locked and her pussy detonated.

My eyes almost rolling back in my head, I gripped her bucking hips and ground out the question again. “Where am I coming, Brookelyn?”

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, inside me, inside me ,” she yelled, grinding on me with the last two words.

“Pill?”

“Depo shot. Come! ”

The last of my willpower rushed to my dick. Holding on to her, I drove into her over and over. Her tight-as-hell cunt constricting, her desire dripping down my dick, she held on to the counter, and I held on to her.

Three more thrusts and I fucking let go.

But I didn’t just come.

I exploded inside her, and every shit-ass moment of the past year washed away. I wasn’t taking aim at enemy targets, I wasn’t a no-name son, I wasn’t a controlled killing machine in a war that controlled me.

I was a man.

Coming inside the sweetest cunt I’d ever gotten a taste of.