Page 14 of Road Trip with Her Bodyguard (Love Along Route 14 #9)

DANE

I could lose myself in this gorgeous woman.

No – I’m finding myself in her. Finding my purpose. My true strength. My cunning, which I didn’t even know I had, frankly.

Jorie is the focus I’ve always been searching for. Now that I have her, every moment will be dedicated to her happiness.

Which, at the moment, includes her pleasure.

Her silky, tight pussy squeezes me perfectly as I nudge inside. Every gasp, every breath from her rosebud lips feels like a triumph. My thoughts melt, becoming soft and abstract, like that painting at one of the hotels we stayed in on our trip.

I’m so hard I can feel it in my spine, yet I force myself to move gently, with long smooth strokes that make Jorie tremble. Her thighs lift and wrap around my hips, opening her more so I can plunge deeper.

The center of my chest burns as I stare down at my perfect girl. I must’ve done something good in this world if the universe has sent this breathtaking woman my way.

My heart hammers in an offbeat rhythm, like that funk station Jorie found between…

where was it…yeah, Saddleback and Heartstone.

I almost laugh when I realize every single thing is going to remind me of this epic road trip we took together.

Every single mile along Route 14 is now precious – the highway where we fell in love.

Her hips rock up, meeting me stroke for stroke as I nudge even deeper. She’s so slick, so tight, so soft. As I nuzzle her throat, her broken noises sound like a cross between a purr and a moan.

“Mine,” I mutter, jaw clenched. “My beautiful girl. My entire future.”

Her light brown eyes glow as she looks up at me. When I first met Jorie, she looked like a model. Now she’s a real woman… my real woman…messy hair, flushed throat, lips slightly swollen from all our kisses.

She’s so tight I can feel her inner muscles twitching, in time to the throbbing pulse of my shaft. Her fingernails prick the side of my hip, then rest on the back of my shoulder as she clings to me.

“So big,” Jorie breathes. “So thick and long. There’s just so much of you.”

“All the better to be your bodyguard, my dear.”

She laughs with me, then moans again and I feel the flutter through her belly. It’s beautiful, watching her body getting ready to come. Everything begins to twitch, then still, then tighten. The taste of her luscious pussy is still on my lips, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting harder.

My thumb brushes her nipple, then I squeeze her breast gently, loving the way she arches her back to offer herself to me.

My arms scoop underneath, grabbing the back of her shoulders as I kneel up, pulling her onto me. One hand drops to her lusciously round ass as I lift and lower her, grinding against her clit.

Jorie’s arms circle my shoulder as she squeaks, barely hanging on. “Wow,” she breathes. “This is…I’m…”

“That’s it. Just let it happen, baby. I can feel your hot little pussy squeezing my cock. It wants to come so hard, doesn’t it?”

She’s nodding, her cheek hitting my chest as I bounce her up and down. Then her chin lifts. “More?”

Every single muscle in my body tenses, forcing myself to hold back the climax that’s already barreling down on me.

“More what? More cock?” I thrust a bit faster, harder.

“Or more telling you what you’ve done to me?

You’ve already completely changed me, baby.

Turned me from a boring construction guy to a man with a mission to make you completely happy every day of our lives.

If that includes licking your precious pussy and fucking the hell out of you every single time you ask for it, you know I will drop everything to obey. ”

“Yeah…” she breathes, her eyes half-lidded as she bounces up and down.

“I can tell you you’re about to come. Feel your tight little pussy getting wetter.

Feel your hot little clit grinding against me.

Feel your thighs wrapping around me so perfectly.

Every time it’s so hot I rip my shirt off at work, I want the other guys to see your fingernail marks all over me.

Want the world to know that I always give my sexy girl everything she needs. ”

Every sharp upward thrust makes both of us exhale sharply, over and over, as we both reach the edge of the cliff.

I pull Jorie against me as tightly as I can, her taut nipples scraping against my chest in the same rhythm as her clit is grinding against the base of my shaft. She cries out, and I hear her voice break.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. Let it all go. Let me hear you.”

I watch transfixed when her head falls back, her mouth falling open and letting out a rippling, moaning shriek.

Then my own breath catches as her body grips me so tightly I can’t even thrust for a moment.

The second I can again, I start to come hard, squeezing her soft skin against my fingers as I empty my wet heat into her.

We’re both shaking and moaning, then finally our lips meet in an explosion that I feel all the way down to my soul.

Laying Jorie carefully on her back, I brush the hair out of her eyes.

They snap open. “I’m yours,” she whispers softly. “That means you’re mine, right?”

“Yes. All yours.”

I fix the blankets as we snuggle together, and my mind begins to race at how much there will be to do. What will my home need? How am I going to get everything done in time? How long is she going to want to stay here at the cabin to recover from that scare?

What about her father? Is he going to come after her again? Is he going to be an absolute prick to her?

As soon as I feel Jorie falling asleep, I turn it all off like a switch.

Everything else can wait. Nothing matters except the sweet, satisfied girl in my arms.

Jorie is safe. Jorie is happy.

And Jorie is mine.