Don’t have the best sex of your life with your bodyguard
DON’T HAVE THE BEST SEX OF YOUR LIFE WITH YOUR BODYGUARD
Brynn
My thighs were still shaking from the intensity of my last two orgasms as he carried me up the stairs to the loft.
I peppered kisses on his face and then down his neck, and his last step at the top of the stairs almost faltered.
I could only tell by the way his arms banded tighter around me to secure me in his grasp for the split second it took for him to steady himself.
He set me on the bed and caged me in with his arms by my shoulders. His mouth met mine, and he slid that skilled tongue of his across my lips as if he was seeking entry.
I’d give him anything he wanted if he kept making me feel this good.
His lips kissed across my jawline to my neck where he sucked on an especially tender spot, and I let out a moan as my core tightened with need.
I slid my fingers into his thick hair, gripping the strands tight enough that he growled against my neck.
“You keep that up and I’ll fuck you into next week.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I moaned as he sucked harder on that spot, no doubt leaving a hickey behind.
The thought of this man marking me as his had arousal pooling between my thighs once again.
He lifted his hard, fit body up and stared down at me, his pupils blown wide from desire. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me.”
I swallowed thickly, not sure what to say to that. Honestly, I was afraid if I opened my mouth I’d confess that this man already had my heart in knots.
He kissed down my chest until he reached the stiff peaks of my nipples and took one in his mouth. I tilted my head back and sucked in a sharp breath. “Wyatt.”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name while I make you come again.”
He continued his path south, his tongue darting out and tasting my skin as he moved closer and closer to where I was already soaked for him.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy. So fucking wet and ready for me.”
I picked my head up to watch him dart his tongue out and close his eyes as he let out a deep groan.
When he opened them, they met mine, and the hunger there made me forget to breathe.
He broke our gaze to stare at my pussy as he ate me out like a starving man.
He slid his tongue through my folds, then nibbled lightly up toward my mound where he once again swirled that talented tongue around my clit.
It was pleasurable, but not enough to get me off.
And then he added his fingers. It was like he had a roadmap directly to my pleasure spots, and he hit multiple at once as he sucked my clit into his mouth repeatedly while rubbing on a spot inside me that had stars bursting across my vision.
My thighs tightened around his head, trembling from the intensity of my release as a scream ripped from my throat.
My whole body was shaking as I came down from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
When I gathered the strength to open my eyes and became aware of my surroundings again, I found Wyatt with a smug grin on his face as he stayed perched between my thighs, kissing them gently.
His mouth was still wet from my release, and there was something sexy and naughty about it that pulled at my needy core.
He kissed up my body until he took my lips in another soul-searing kiss. While he was kissing me senseless, he nudged us up the bed so we were fully on it instead of half off like I had been. Without breaking the kiss, he thrust deep inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath, inhaling his air.
“Oh God.”
“You can just call me Wyatt,” he said with a smile in his voice.
I slapped at his back, but then he changed his angle, and what had started as a slap ended with me sliding my nails down his back as the pleasure threatened to drag me under.
“Fuck yes. Scratch me and leave your mark on me,” he groaned, kissing my neck where I was sure he’d left a hickey.
I scratched down his back again and went down as far as I could reach. He lifted his head, his neck stretching out like the sensation of him fucking me combined with my nails scratching down his back had him right on the edge.
When he turned his gaze on me, his eyes were dark and possessive. “You ready to go for a ride?” he asked, his voice husky.
My brows furrowed, and I was about to ask him what the hell he was talking about when he flipped us so I was straddling him. We both let out a shuddering gasp as he impaled me so deep, I swore I could feel him in my belly.
“Oh fuck,” I cried.
“Ride me, Brynn. Show me who I belong to.”
That was a challenge I had no intention of backing down from. Bracing my hands on his toned chest, I found a rhythm that had both of us moaning.
His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me down hard onto his dick, holding me tight against his body. “Rock those sexy hips. Make yourself come on my cock.”
I slid forward and tilted my head back at the sensation of my clit rubbing against his hard abs, while his thick cock stretched my pussy more than I’d ever experienced.
Picking up my pace, I followed his instructions. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Rub that needy little clit all over me. Cover me with your come.”
My muscles tensed from how close I was, and I let out a whimper as I teetered right on the edge.
Then his hands on my hips tightened and he took over the motion, moving me back and forth faster than I had been until the pleasure reached a fever pitch.
I scraped my nails down his chest as I cried out his name.
“That’s a good girl, coming all over my cock. Fucking hell, you squeeze me so good when you come.” He thrust up into me, and the aftershocks of my orgasm made my whole body tremble and shake.
“Wyatt, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
I wasn’t entirely sure. My head was so cloudy from all the orgasms.
My clit still throbbed, and if he kept thrusting and hitting that spot deep inside, I was pretty sure he could make me come again, but I also wasn’t sure I would survive another orgasm. My body couldn’t stop shaking from the intensity I’d already experienced.
He sat up, holding me so my chest was pressed against his. “You want me to make that pretty pussy come again?”
I nodded.
“I need you to say the words, Brynn.”
“Yes,” I pleaded. “Show me who I belong to,” I whispered, repeating his words and feeling insanely vulnerable.
His eyes burned into me, causing heat to fill my stomach and my chest in a way that only added to the pleasure. He made me feel like I really did belong to him. Like I had found my person at last and I’d never feel alone again.
Wyatt was the antidote to my loneliness. He was my reward for the hard journey I’d already experienced. I never wanted to leave this moment or lose this feeling.
He rolled us over so he was hovering over me and gripped the back of my neck as he thrust inside me, hitting that spot only he’d ever found over and over again.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked my ankles on his back, meeting each of his thrusts until we were both moaning and grunting from the exertion.
He stared at me like he could see into my soul and didn’t break the contact, even as he slid his hand between us and rubbed my clit until my orgasm ripped through me. My pussy tightened on his cock and with one last thrust, he came with me, shouting my name before burying his face in my neck.
Holy shit.
I was pretty sure Wyatt had ruined me for anyone else.