Page 14 of Jealous Bodyguard

The purity of her smooth skin, her youth. Everything a man my size needs to fit big hands and feeling every bit as good as it looks.

She’s shy and chews her lip once it’s clear I mean to see all of her, so breaking the ice, I go first, moving off her only long enough to slip out of my boots and step out of my jeans.

She wheezes a breath out, jaw hanging. Her youthful insecurities taken over by the hunger in her, making me jealous of her own hands as they slide between her own legs.

The sight of me at full attention, my whole body and mind primed for only one thing—her. I move back over her, taking her hands in mine and bringing them to my lips, tasting her on her own fingers as her moan becomes a whimper.

“Steve-”

She rasps my name, her hands trembling and I sense how close she is already. Knowing her history of coming on the spot, I seize the chance. Wanting more than just sniffing her panties or tasting her fingers. I bury my face between her milky thighs in a second. Making her gasp with a shock that hums loudly before settling into a definite purr.

“Oh! Steve…”

I hum a low groan as my reply. Letting my tongue and lips do all the talking of a different kind. Probing her stiff little clit under her panties.

I don’t know who does her underwear shopping, but the fortress model from 1878 is doing nothing to hide her arousal and only makes me hungrier to claim what’s inside.

Yanking the beige fabric to one side, I greedily take the whole of her creaming little slit into my mouth. Feeling her instant rush of pre-climax and tasting the change in her with every building moment.

Her legs hook over my broad shoulders, spreading her open wider and giving my thick, greedy tongue access to parts of her that I know she’s never explored herself.

I feel her flex and quiver, her tight little tunnel constricting and spasming over my tongue, making her breath even quicker as one of my fingers traces a spiral around her clit, signaling her uncontrollable release.

She swears loudly, gripping my hair with both hands and pressing my whole head harder down on her. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Her hips buck and she grunts, growls, and swears some more as I devour every drop of her flowing essence. Fuel for this fire that I only want to make bigger and burn forever.

For a girl so inexperienced, Stacey’s taking to our newfound favorite hobby like a duck to water. And she wastes no time in letting me know she wants more than just my tongue in her sweet pussy.

Panting breaths after I move up and kiss her hard, letting her taste herself. She asks me if it was really me who sent the note, making me cock my head in a question.

“…Is it really you who wants to breed me?” she asks, stating the obvious but I guess she’s still wondering once we do this whether or not there’s still someone else after her.

“Oh, I’m gonna breed you, Stacey,” I assure her. “But I wouldn’t have wasted a second sending a note if I’d known how god damned perfect you are.”

I feel both her hands gripping my swollen cock, which starts to twitch under her touch. I groan louder and clench my jaw, feeling the seed I have for her rising like white heat up my shaft. And she feels it too.

“I… I want you to… breed me, I mean…” she gasps, trying to pump my thick girth with both her hands but they’re slipping on the river of pre-come already flowing. Her eyes flicker as they try to focus and my own limit well and truly reached, I know this is her moment.

Our moment.

Stacey shifts herself a little automatically, and despite her own rising need to climax again, she focuses on me long enough to signal that she can only try to take everything I have for her.

But like everything else so far, I just know we’re gonna be a perfect fit.

My hands meet in the middle of her chest, snapping the join of her bra and letting her milky, white tits spill out proper. I groan again and am not surprised at all to watch a little of the ocean of seed I’m holding back shoot free, splashing across her stiff nipples and making a little river down her body.

“Steve…” she whimpers urgently, her whole body shaking under me and my own locked rigid above her. Like two live ends of a circuit that have come loose. Only needing to be put back together again.

Her hands slide down my forearms as I position myself over her, our eyes glued to each other, mine full of assurance mixed with never wanting this moment to end. And Stacey’s as happy and dreamy as I’ve ever seen them. The look I want to see on her face as often as I can.

Just like this… always like this from now on…

She’s tighter than I thought, but with a little encouragement and plenty of her own arousal, I slide into her slowly. Watching her eyes widen and then roll. Feeling her hands like claws digging into me before they grip me harder.

Her tight, little hole gripping me even harder as I lean down and kiss her again. A smooth, long kiss that melts us both. All of me inside her that feels like the only place I ever want to be from now on.

Our kiss is broken by her head shaking, making me ask if she’s okay, if it’s too much.

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