Page 15 of Jealous Bodyguard

But the truth is, she’s near mad with the sensation, and half laughing, half moaning, she assures me that everything is better than okay.

It’s a look of disbelief I’m sure I'm wearing too. I never knew anything could feel so good, so right.

“Mine…” I remind her. Reminding myself even as I flex my engorged dick inside her, watching her features shift with every pulse of pleasure. I am still in shock that such an ordinary day could be so life-changing, so permanent. And all this time, we never even knew the other existed.

It seems impossible now. The idea we could never have met, I mean. Everything already feels like it should. A forever feeling.

Stacey’s arms hook around my neck, and she whispers hoarsely in my ear, begging me to fuck her. Pleading to make her come with my cock. As if I need instructions, but hearing it straight from her lips against my ear, the heat of her need in her breath as well as her words. It’s the hottest damned thing she could say and gives my hardness an extra edge instantly.

I move slow at first, kneading her chest and running my hands over every part of her I can while she gets used to how things are gonna be from now on.

She’s been a girl of leisure her whole life, I’m assuming. So, maybe learning to spend some more time on her back shouldn’t be too demanding on Stacey.

I thought I was ready to explode the second I entered her. Wondered if our big moment was gonna be over in two seconds.

But seeing how much she loves it, feeling the effect of me and her together, finally. It’s everything I need to make sure this really is something we’ll never forget.

For all our differences, size and shape. Even with the age gap, I’ve never felt like I’ve known anyone better or wanted to get to know them closer. Stacey’s rolling hips that I end up gripping as we quicken the pace tell me that she feels the same.

There’s no more question in her eyes, no more doubts or fears but a look of near determination as she discovers how useful such a brute of a man like me can be. If used correctly.

And she sure knows how to work it.

In a sheen of sweat and a fog of pure animal vapor, both of us work ourselves up to a frenzied climax that makes my head spin and my heart explode in my chest.

Her whole body hugging mine, gripping me as I feel the relief as well as the ecstasy of my seed finally finding its place. Proving, if nothing else, that she’s not a little girl anymore. But more than that…

It proves that she really is mine. Now and forever.

10

STACEY

It’s almost a feeling of déjà vu, lying breathless in Steve’s arms when he asks me unexpectedly if I knew like he did that we’d end up like this.

I feel my insides jolt, but it’s not worry or fear. It’s the weird thrill that comes with suddenly having someone who totally gets you.

I feel my head nodding as I look up at him, but it’s so hard to put into words I almost give up before he helps me out.

“I knew as soon as I set foot in that house that something was up… And when I first saw you… Well!” he chuckles, shaking his head and creasing his mouth into a smile as he strokes my hair back from my face. Making me flush with embarrassment at his flattery. Which is working, by the way.

“Is it how you felt, how you saw us?” he asks, looking slightly concerned for a moment in case I don’t agree. But I know he's right. All I could think of the second I saw him was me doing the ride astride up and down dance on that fat dick of his.

“…I kinda imagined things a little differently,” I muse aloud, grinning to myself and gasping before giggling when Steve’s hands disappear under the covers. Finding every place that reminds me just how right he is about everything.

“Maybe you could show me just how you imagined it should be…” he croons in my ear, making it tempting to show him, but I don’t know where the man gets his energy from.

Something else creeps into my mind. The one thing I’ve almost forgotten entirely. That daddy will be waiting to hear from me or Melinda. To know I'm safe.

It hadn’t occurred to me earlier, being just a little preoccupied with losing my virginity to the most handsome man alive. I’d almost forgotten entirely that there’s some bad people wanting to do even badder things to me if it wasn’t for Steve.

Steve senses my thoughts, exhaling through his nose and crimping his mouth before I look away. Scanning the room and the lake beyond out the large windows I hadn’t noticed behind Steve, giving me a different kind of tour of the place. Starting with the view of the ceiling from the bedroom.

“Melinda planted that note,” Steve explains, sounding a little annoyed he has to even think about it right now. I can tell he’d rather stay in bed all day too, but he’s not one to keep anything from me.

I’ve got the fresh and very tender stamp on my V-card to prove that much.

Hearing Melinda was in on it from the start is no surprise, but I have to ask if Steve knows why, not just how.

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