Page 9 of Bodyguard Book Boyfriend

“We need to take this to the bedroom, darlin’. I don’t want to get your pretty white couch all dirty.” Grant leans down and pulls me from the couch.

I wrap my legs around his waist and direct him to my bedroom. He strides quickly down the hall, kissing my neck andsqueezing my ass as he makes his way to my door. Grant pushes the door open with his foot and places me on the bed.

Grant spreads my legs wide and dips his head, licking my core with his thick pink tongue. I moan loudly, moving my hips seductively. Grant’s mouth feels so good that the second orgasm is building quickly. But before I’m too lost in passion, Grant slows down.

He caresses my legs as he kisses his way up my body. When he finally reaches my mouth, I’m a quivering mess.

“You ready for this dick, darlin’?” Grant breathes his question into my ear before sucking my lobe into his mouth.

I wiggle my hips and thrust upward so my pussy connects with his dick. Grant feels so hard and smooth that chills break out all over my body. I continue to rub myself against him because he feels so fucking good. Before I know it, my body is built up, and I’m about to orgasm again.

“Don’t you dare cum again. I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me.” Grant holds himself completely still, trapping my body beneath him.

I sit up and put my hands behind his head until I can reach his neck. I lick the column of his neck all the way to his earlobe, repaying the favor by sucking it into my mouth. The groan Grant lets out is animalistic and reverberates throughout the room.

I tilt my pelvis up as much as I can with Grant’s big body covering mine, but he reads my body language because he slips inside my sopping wet core with ease. We moan in unison at the undeniable connection.

Grant moves slowly at first; his hips swivel in a way that makes me hungry for more. I match his pace, and soon enough, the sounds of our lovemaking is like a symphony. I’m surprised my neighbors aren’t calling the police with all the noise we’re making.

But I can’t help myself. My loud screams of ecstasy have been a long time coming. Not even my rose has hit the spot like Grant has. He has the key to my pleasure, and he’s not wasting a single motion.

“I knew from the first time I saw you that you would feel this good. I knew that shit. Now, fuck me back like you like this dick, darlin’,” Grant pants as he digs into my pussy deeper.

Now, I’m no pillow princess, but he has me all off kilter. I’ve never been fucked so thoroughly before, and I have to say I don’t know how to act. I think I must be in a state of shocked ecstasy before his words snap me out of it.

Grant stands and flips me over so that I’m on all fours. I look over my shoulder and wiggle my ass at him. Grant smirks before pushing my head down and savagely slamming into me. He bends down and licks my neck before caressing me gently.

The contrast between Grant’s punishing strokes and his soft touch is driving me crazy. But it’s his nasty words whispered in my ear that sends me over the cliff. I’m panting and screaming and throwing my ass back like a mad woman. I want this feeling to last forever, but just when I think I’m coming down from my high, Grant reaches around and rubs my clit.

“Fuuuuck! Yes, Oh shit! That feels so-ooo…”

“That’s it, darlin’ let it all out. Squirt on my dick. Fuck you feel good. You’re such a good girl, darlin’. Such a good fuckin’ girl!” Grant growls, steadily pumping his hips.

I knew he would talk me through it, but damn! This man is going to have me stalking his ass.

“I’m about to cum, darlin’. Where do you want it?” Grant grinds into me, and his question doesn’t even register in my mind.

Grant groans, and at the last minute, he pulls out and cums all over my ass. We collapse onto my bed, breathing hard and smiling. Grant goes into the bathroom, and I hear waterrunning. He comes out and wipes me clean, then lays down beside me.

I’m in blissful heaven until I hear beating on my door. At first, I thought maybe I’d blacked out, and I was imagining things until the loud yelling starts.

“Tarae, I know you’re in there! I saw your car in the garage! Open the fucking door!”

“Who the fuck is that?” Grant growls before sitting up.

Oh shit, I think my bodyguard is about to whoop some ass!

Chapter Eight

Icouldn’t even enjoy my orgasmic bliss because of some motherfucker trying to knock down the damn door. I planned on going at least another two rounds with Tarae before I let her little ass go to sleep. But now I have to interrupt my plans to have her singing my name and begging me to let her cum.

I storm into the living room, snatching on my pants before pulling the door open. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl, looking at the bastard that needs his ass beat.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mark steps back with wide eyes.

I guess the last thing he was expecting was a half-naked man opening his ex-girlfriend’s door. But what I can’t understand is why he’s here. Tarae told me all about his bullshit over dinner. I knew he saw us. I watched him as he tried to discreetly look in our direction. He might think he’s slick, but I’m trained to point out a stalker or a crazed fan from a mile away. Mark couldn’t even concentrate on his date because he was too busy staring at Tarae.

I can’t say that I blame him because Tarae is a gorgeous woman. She lights up any room that she’s in, including therestaurant. I know Mark is having regrets, I could see it all over his face, but he’s a bold motherfucker for showing up here.