Chloe’s tongue lapped at my lips a couple of times and then pressed into mine just as I started to return in kind. We spent the next few minutes lapping at each other like thirsty canines. Whatever pretense existed was shattered as our crotches ground against each other.

My hands slid up her chest and brushed her trapezius muscles, massaging them for a few minutes under the collar of her shirt. Her back arched and she groaned into my mouth, letting me know that I was doing something right, so I dug my fingertips into her taught flesh and kneaded them for several moments as we continued to make out and dry hump each other.

I had already awakened with a hard cock thanks to my dream, but my member felt so engorged that I was a little afraid the skin along my shaft would burst. It throbbed and pulsed with anticipated pleasure so intense that it was a little painful, but that wasn’t going to stop me from grinding myself against Chloe. Fuck no… nothing was going to keep me from enjoying this woman’s body.

My lips left hers, and I kissed down her cheek and jawline, chewing on her as she wrapped her arms tightly around me, crushing her breasts to my chest as she continued to grind against my crotch. All thoughts of the cold were forgotten in the flames of her passion and the heat of her embrace. If anything, I was in danger of being consumed by her sheer intensity, which was a goddamned surprise. Chloe had always been cold and calculating. Even when I caught her watching me fuck Ashlee, her arousal had seemed muted compared to the other women in my life. She’d stared at me that night as she fingered herself, but there was no chance to read what was going on behind those brown eyes. That wasn’t the case here. The way her short fingernails dug into my shirt as she clung to me for dear life suggested that I was with a completely different woman. The bodyguard was gone. The only one left was the woman.

“Ugh,” Chloe panted, gripping me tighter as she ran her superheated pussy up and down my length.

My fingers let up on the pressure I’d placed on her traps and slid to her shoulders, gently pushing her shirt off them till it fell down her arms. Chloe got the message and let go of me so she could slip the rest of the way off her body and drop somewhere to the floor, forgotten for the rest of the night. I fell back on my elbows, barely able to distinguish her dark form from anything else, cursing that I didn’t have the light. I needed to fucking see her! I wanted to see that freckled chest and to run my fingers over her smooth skin to connect the dots. I wondered just how far her freckles went… how much of her breasts were covered in them? And her nipples… I’d felt them but had no idea what color they were. She didn’t have Bobbi’s peaches and cream complexion but something closer to Natashya’s skin tone. Were they a pinkish brown? Darker? Part of me felt robbed that Chloe was almost completely naked on top of me, but I couldn’t see the way her blonde hair fell across her face or look into her intense brown eyes. Was she smiling? Was her jaw clenched while she looked on dispassionately? Was she rolling her eyes at me every few seconds, or did she have the same goofy grin I felt I was wearing when I didn’t have my lips pressed against hers?

She didn’t give me much time to contemplate it. After a brief moment of staring down at me, she unceremoniously hooked her fingertips under the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, forcing me to raise my arms as she stripped me. A brief chill hit my chest and back, reminding me that it was cold outside, but I didn’t get a chance to do more than register the thought before I was forced on my back. Chloe fell on top of me, her now-naked breasts landing against my chest. Her lips found mine, and she pushed her tongue back into my mouth in a frenzied make-out session, seeking friction wherever possible by rubbing her hard little nipples into my chest as she proceeded to dry hump me once more.

I met her ferocity with my own, allowing weeks of pent-up desire for this woman to pour out at once. I grabbed her hips and held them firmly against me as mine thrust up, driving my underwear-clad crotch into hers. Her hands were on my chest, running her palms and fingertips across the crevices and curves of my developing physique before continuing their journey up my shoulders and slipping to either side of my head. Her fingernails raked across my temples as she held my face in her hands so she could better devour me.

And I wanted to be devoured by this beautiful, deadly creature. There was something sexy about being with a woman with classified mission reports and enough dead bodies in her past that she could stack them like firewood. I’d seen her snap a man with her ankles while her hands were tied behind her back. Now, she had her near-nude, athletic body pressed to mine as her lips and tongue wrestled with mine for dominance.

Suddenly, she tore her mouth from mine and groaned low as she nuzzled into the side of my face. Her teeth found purchase on my neck and bit into the sensitive flesh, pulling an involuntary hiss from me. At the same time, her fingers slid further into my hair and gripped it tightly. She pulled at it, forcing me to expose even more of my neck to her. Chloe’s free hand wandered down, her fingers crossing my ribs as they caressed lower. Her touch was insistent and firm, which fit her so amazingly well.

I shivered once I felt her fingers brush the elastic of my underwear. She slipped them underneath the waistband and dragged her nails across my skin before pulling the boxers over my hips. On one of my thrusts into her crotch, she slid my underwear over my ass while it was off the ground and halfway down my thighs. I felt my cock catch on the fabric before springing free only to slap into the warm, damp material between her legs.

“Take yours off, too,” I whispered as she pressed her groin into mine. My voice was rough from the cold night air and the bare-naked need I had for the woman undressing me.

“Be patient,” Chloe replied. Despite trying to keep the calm demeanor she worked so hard to maintain, I could practically hear the smirk playing on her lips. Maybe she was amused at a younger man’s impatience to get inside her, or perhaps she was pleased at the unvocalized compliment my enthusiasm delivered. Either way, I could hear a hint of a smile in her tone, which was more than I’d ever gotten from her when I could see her.

“I don’t want to be patient,” I growled. “I want to fuck you.”

Her fingers slid into my hair once more, and she yanked on it—not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to force my head back so that I could look up into features I couldn’t make out in the darkness.

“I want you to be patient. Those girls have spoiled you.” I felt her weight shift as she leaned forward. Her warm breath rolled over my face moments before I felt her teeth rake across my chin, biting it just hard enough to make me wonder if she planned on doing any actual damage before letting her teeth close together. Her lips lingered, sucking on it a moment longer before she pulled away. “You want this. It’s going to be on my terms.”

I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but the way she growled her words against my chin while keeping a tense hold on my hair did a lot to affirm that I definitely had an attraction to strong women. My cock trobbed as if it was trying to dive inside the furnace that was her pussy. I swallowed and nodded—well… I nodded as best I could.

She kept her body pressed to mine as she drove her lips back along my neck, kissing it as she trailed down the hollow of my throat. She dipped her tongue into it before running it across one of my clavicles… all while keeping the pressure on my hair, forcing me to keep my throat exposed. The low-key display of dominance didn’t keep me from becoming a more active participant, though. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slowly slid them up her toned ass as I closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing to me.

Her mouth continued to journey south once more, her lips pressing against the skin of my chest with pillowy softness. In contrast, my fingers kneaded her firm, boxer-clad ass as I pulled her harder against me while I rolled my crotch slowly into hers. Not only was I rewarded with the lovely sensation of feeling her incredibly damp pussy against my rock-hard shaft, but I could also hear her groan into my pectorals. The fingers entwined in my hair tightened, and I could feel her other hand slide off one of my arms to grip my shoulder in a tight grip as she pressed her crotch back into mine. It reminded me of how turned on Chloe was—she wasn’t just warm and damp. I could feel her actual juices secreting through the fabric of her boxers and coat my dick. She wanted it badly, and I wondered, once again, just how long it had been since she’d last been intimate with anyone.

Moments stretched into minutes of heated grinding against each other before she pulled her crotch away from mine as she slid lower down my body. Her tits brushed down my abdomen—forerunners of her soft lips leaving a burning trail of lingering kisses that the cold air emphasized on my bare chest. Teeth occasionally came into play, scraping across my skin as a reminder that she wasn’t all pleasant curves and soft lips. Her grip on my hair slipped free, and her fingers followed down my body, grazing lightly along my ribs. An involuntary groan escaped my lips and accompanied a shudder that had just as much to do with Chloe’s teasing as the cold. Chloe responded by reaching for the half-discarded blanket and pulling it over her until it was pressed to the top of my chest. I immediately felt the cold dissipate as our combined body heat began to dominate the space underneath.

Chloe’s lips continued south, pressing further and further, making their way closer to my crotch and a very impatient member that desperately needed relief. They passed my navel, stopping briefly to nuzzle it with what felt like her nose, which was a little confusing for me. The move felt playful and emotionally intimate, and left me a little uncertain about exactly what this was. Were we fucking, or was there something else going on? It had to just be fucking, right? God, the last thing I needed was to alienate my bodyguard because I got some hairbrained notion that she could be my girlfriend.

And anyway… why couldn’t I just fuck someone without feelings getting in the way? What the hell was wrong with me?

Before waxing too philosophical, I felt something brush the side of my cock. It might have been her cheek or chin… possibly the back of a hand. Judging by the feeling of her mouth just to the right of my member kissing my groin, I guessed it was her cheek. It was silky soft… cool to the touch compared to how much heat was radiating from my dick. I imagined some of my precum coating the side of her face and painting her freckles with the clear, viscous fluids seeping from my cock. It twitched, and I could feel more fluids slowly pushing their way out of the tip. Fuck… if she didn’t do something to relieve me soon, I was gonna—

Chloe’s lips found the side of my cock and laid a soft kiss on it, and I couldn’t help but let out a long, groan of absolute desire and need. More… I needed more. I wanted to feel those lips glide up the length of my shaft and experience her mouth engulf all of me. Her beauty had haunted me for so long—there was no fucking way a bodyguard should look like her. Her feminine form had been honed into a weapon—all the curves and softness that naturally came with being female, but a firmness and fitness that only came from years of dedication and hard work. Her muscles were powerful in a sleek, graceful way, and her fitness only served to pronounce her fine, sharp bone structure. The clean lines of her jaw made me hungry, and when she turned her neck, the muscles and tendons beckoned me to nibble on them.

And she had dimples in her cheeks. This woman, who rarely smiled and could kill as easily as breathe, had wholesome features and qualities about her that made me want to sweep her off her feet and never stop kissing her, and yet she was hardly the kind of woman to let that happen to her. Now, this woman who had driven me crazy for so long was kissing up the side of my shaft to the head, and all I could do was lie there and enjoy the sensation.

“Oh god,” I gasped as I felt her inhale my entire cock between her lips, taking half the length in the first plunge. I reveled in the feel of her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, wriggling across the most sensitive area just under the head. It’d barely been between her lips, but I could already tell she knew what the fuck she was doing. I couldn’t detect a reaction based on my exclamation. Erin would have grinned around my cock. Helen would have let out a hum of pleasure that I’d paid her such a compliment. Bobbi might have done something to make it less pleasurable… I wasn’t quite sure about her these days.

Not Chloe. She set right to work, creating suction as she pulled her head away from my crotch; I could feel my length slowly slipping free despite the resistance. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as tingling sensations of pleasure mixed with the more painful throb of an erection that had existed way too long.

“Goddammit, Chloe,” I whispered as I felt her lips slide over the head until the very tip remained. Then she reversed course and plunged her face back down on my crotch, taking three-quarters of it on the second plunge. She then set to work, twisting her head back and forth as she ran her lips up and down my member. Her fingers wrapped around the base and trailed up before leading the charge back down—she knew just how much pressure to put on it to keep the tension building.

I wasn’t going to last long.

What did her cheeks look like as she sucked on it? Were they hollowed out as she pulled back? What did my cock look like sliding in and out between her lips like that? If this happened in my bedroom or some other well-lit venue, would I be able to look into those sultry brown eyes while she blew me?

My mind wandered to the dream I’d been having just before I woke up—Erin had been pleasuring me. Fuck, my assistant was good. Those dark-painted lips dancing across the head of my dick… that impish grin on her face as she gazed up at me… god, she could give good head. I wondered what it would have been like if she were with us. Would Chloe have instigated anything, or simply left me and my assistant to our own devices? Would she have simply borne the cold in silence while Erin and I warmed ourselves up with our bodies? What about Helen? Or Bobbi? Would Chloe ever consider joining us?  Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure if Chloe had any inclination toward the fairer sex. She certainly hadn’t done or said anything to give me reason to think she would join in with some of the other girls. Was that why she was taking the opportunity now? Because there was no one else? No Danni… no Natashya… no…

Emily’s face came to mind. Her brilliant grey-blue eyes shining as she stared at me as Bobbi dragged on a leash behind her, causing the collar to pull tight around her neck… the collar that said ‘Marcus’ Property.’ I’d always thought she was beautiful, and now as she stared at me in my vision, biting on her plush bottom lip, I couldn’t help but wonder what her mouth would feel like on my cock… those lips—just a touch generous and plump—would feel awfully good.

My eyes flew open. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here I was getting my dick sucked by the woman I’d been playing cat and mouse with for the better part of a month, and now that I had her, my mind was already moving onto the next forbidden thing.

No… I’d wanted Chloe badly, and now she was here with my cock in her mouth, she was the only one who deserved my attention. Everyone else could wait.

I closed my eyes and thought about Chloe again. Her creamy complexion made darker by the dusting of freckles scattered across her face. The lighter dusting across her neck and shoulders traveled down her cleavage. Her hands… petite compared to mine, but strong enough to take life. Her legs… lean but muscular enough to snap a man’s neck. The memory surfaced of her thighs rippling in the candlelight like a disturbed pond in the moonlight as she undressed. Her legs were firm, yet silky to the touch, with a smattering of freckles scattered across them like stars. Her back was muscled and gorgeous with its shallow hills and valleys. It called to me, tempting me to run my tongue up her spine and to taste her shoulder blades.

Her lips… those beautiful lips set below a pert, slightly upturned nose. They formed into a shallow cupid’s bow… one that smoothed out on the rare occasion that she smiled and showed off those damn dimples. Fuck… she had that perfect adorable young mom-next-door look… the appearance of a young wife ripe for corruption.

“Fuck!” I grated, feeling my body tense as Chloe plunged back down on my cock, still sucking on it with varrying amounts of suction at just the right spots. My hand shot down to the back of her head, fingers entwining her dirty golden waves as I said, “I’m gonna!”

Instead of backing off, which I was completely prepared to let her do despite my hand in her hair, Chloe surprised me by plunging back down on my cock until it hit the back of her throat.

“Oh god!” I bellowed, trying to keep it a low growl instead of a full shout that could be heard by predators everywhere. I tightened my grip on her hair as my hips went rigid and my cock began to violently pulse, sending rope after rope of hot semen straight down my bodyguard’s throat. She kept her lips sealed on my girth, her hand continuing to twist around the base coated with her saliva. Her fingers massaged it, coaxing wave after wave of semen into her mouth so she could swallow it a beat later.

Not that I was fully aware of what she was doing. Everything ceased to exist for me except for the feel of her tongue massaging the head of my exploding cock. White lights danced with darkness in my vision, creating patterns of stars across the back of my eyelids as I rode out wave after wave of what felt like unending bliss. I was overjoyed that I was cumming down the throat of Chloe Tanner, but sad that it was over so soon… I’d wanted that first encounter with my bodyguard to be a slow build that lasted a long time, and even though my brain was being pummeled by dopamine, somewhere in the deepest recesses, I was a little nervous that once I’d gotten off, that would be it for us. Chloe could be an ice queen, so it wouldn’t have entirely surprised me if she simply released my cock, wiped her mouth, rolled over, and went to sleep.

As soon as the last of my load had been spent, Chloe pulled away, still keeping the suction up so that it was almost painful on my overly sensitive penis. Once the head popped free of her lips, I felt her climb up my body, her face appearing from under the darkness of the blankets into a slightly less oppressive darkness. I could barely make out the silhouette of her hair as she continued to crawl up my body until her face was approximately level with mine, her hair hanging around us like a curtain.

“That was a hell of a load,” she said, a touch breathless.

“It’s what happens when you tease me like that,” I said, equally breathless as I stared back. I could smell the faint whiff of my own seed on her breath, which caused my cock to tingle in arousal. I never thought I would smell my cum wafting from her. I never would have thought she would swallow my cock like that.

I detected a shrug from her. “Well, I’ve seen you in action enough. I know you have plenty more in the tank.” She then began crawling higher until I felt her warm breasts brush my face. “It’s my turn.”

I replied by taking one of her hanging tits in my mouth, sucking on a thick nipple and nipping at it with my teeth as I reached up to palm the other. Chloe’s nipples were thicker than most, but not as long as their width would suggest. They were fun to play with… sensitive nubs almost as thick as my thumb. I chewed on them, putting all the techniques I’d learned from all the other ladies in my life to use. I must have done something right; a grunt of appreciation came from deep within Chloe’s throat, and she cupped the back of my head in one hand, pressing my face harder into her chest. I switched to the other one in a few moments and received another small moan of satisfaction from Chloe as she pressed her crotch into my abdomen just above my dick.

A very naked, soaking wet crotch. At some point during the blowjob, she must have removed her panties because as she rubbed her pussy up and down my stomach, all I could feel was a soaking wet pussy making direct contact with my bare skin.

Moments later, her tit pulled free from my lips with a small pop as she continued up my body. I would have been disappointed if I hadn’t gotten the privilege of experiencing Chloe’s world-class stomach. I buried my face against it and experienced the closest thing to a brick wall I’d ever felt from a woman. God… what the fuck was this woman’s workout routine? My dick gave an immediate lurch, once again confirming that I had a thing for strong, fit women that could beat the shit out of me as much as I enjoyed tiny waifs like Erin and Bobbi.

I immediately began kissing her abdomen as she continued to climb higher, getting the idea of what she wanted. Moments later, I came in contact with her pussy.

Most of the women in my harem had little-to-no pubic hair. Erin and Helen were shaven smooth. Bobbi was bare due to my own mandate. Natashya had a little, as did Danni. A few of the others had small amounts of pubic hair, but Chloe had more than I’d experienced in a long time. It wasn’t a tropical jungle or anything. Judging by the feel, she kept it trimmed to a reasonable length, but there was plenty of it. Frankly, I didn’t give a shit. It matched her personality… she cared enough to keep it from getting unruly, but the upkeep required to maintain the same standards as Erin or any others was excessive for someone like Chloe. Like everything, she valued efficiency above everything else… including this. I nuzzled into her furry pussy as she settled on my mouth, positioned myself on the lips of her pussy, and slid my tongue deep inside her.

A hiss erupted from my bodyguard, and I felt the muscles in her thighs tense as they brushed my ears. Once again, I wondered just how long it had been since Chloe had been intimate with anyone. The way she leaked and reacted to my every touch… she wasn’t as vocal as most of the others, nor did she display any other typical signs that she liked what I was doing—no words of affirmation or anything like that. But the way she tensed every time I touched her… the way her body twitched with every pleasurable caress. It was as if Chloe were an abused rescue, only the abuse was a lack of physical touch or affection.

Well, she was going to have to get used to it.

I clamped my hands on her hips and pulled her a little tighter against my mouth as I slid my tongue through the folds of her sopping wet pussy. I adjusted my nose so that I could breathe just enough through her mat of pubic hair as I began to swirl my tongue back and forth along the lips of my bodyguard’s pussy—long laps from the bottom all the way its zenith where her clit lay nestled in its hood.

Chloe immediately shuddered under my assault and let out another little moan, which might as well have been screaming cries to the Almighty, coming from her. She ground her cunt a little more firmly into my face, sliding it down toward my chin so that my lips and tongue were more firmly planted directly on her clit. I got the message and went to work. I would probably never be good at cunninlingus as someone like Erin or Tara, but amongst other men, I had a feeling I was getting pretty damn good. Always keeping an eye out for the proper reactions, manipulated based on the responses Chloe gave me. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, lapping at it with each pass. I slipped a thumb up to the second knuckle between her pussy lips and angled it toward her mons, trying my best to find the spongy wall just above her clit where so many women responded. On cue, Chloe leaned forward, giving my fingers better access to her slit while still keeping my tongue glued to her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Yes… just like that. Oh!”

She jumped slightly as I slid my finger a little further in her and managed to brush the tip of a finger with her front inner wall. At the same time, my lips clamped down on her little bundle of nerve endings and sucked hard, trying to pull as much of it into my mouth as possible while keeping the pressure on. The tip of my tongue flicked over the tiny bean of flesh, making Chloe jump on my face.

“Oh…” she whispered again. “If… oh…”

She said no more… simply breathed heavily and began to rock slightly in time with the pumping of my finger. The juices from her began to leak in earnest, soaking her pubic hair even more. I slurped at it, drinking her nectar as fast as possible to keep myself from drowning. My breath came with small wheezing sounds as Chloe’s pussy threatened to turn into a swampy mess… a delicious swampy mess. There was no way in hell I was coming up for air, though. I was going to make damn sure Chloe had the best time of her life so she would come crawling back for more… just in case she got the idea that this would be a one-time thing. I am a very visual person, and I wanted a repeat performance of tonight… only in a place a lot more comfortable with much better lighting so I could actually see who I was eating out. I wanted to see that beautiful girl-next-door face twisted in pleasure. I wanted to paint her freckled face with load after load of my semen. I wanted to wipe it off with my fingers and feed it to her. Fuck… I wanted this woman.

“God…” she whispered, cutting her words off near the end with something that sounded suspiciously like a tiny whine. In the dark, I saw her raise an arm and grab her hair, using it as a way to deal with the pleasure she was experiencing on my tongue. I could sense her stiffen and feel the muscles in her legs and ass grow more tense. She was getting close, so I ramped things up.

She would be thinking about this night for a long time if it were the last thing I did.

Suddenly, her hand dropped from her head to her mouth, and I heard a whispered scream. A split second later, I felt what could only be described as a gush of liquid suddenly hit my finger, run down onto my chin, and trickle down my cheeks. It threatened to fill my nostrils, and I managed to hold my breath just in time, still refusing to let up as my bodyguard squirted all over my face. I started to pump my finger in and out of her pussy even more violently as my tongue lashed across her sensitive clit with even more conviction.

Chloe shifted and started to move off my face, momentarily breaking contact between my lips and her cunt lips, but I wrapped my free hand around her thigh and dragged it back down on my face. Her pussy was so sopping that it made a little squelching sound as it landed, and I picked right back up where I left off.

A long, low growl escaped Chloe, and she punched the makeshift mattress I lay on. “Marcus, you’ve got to stop. I…” Another long groan, and she tried to shift off me again. “I can’t…”

I let go and she immediately rolled to the side, exposing my soaking wet face to the cold air and giving me a chance to breathe properly for the first time in what felt like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes. I started to breathe and nearly choked on a mouthful of Chloe’s fluids. She’d fucking gushed in a way I’d never experienced before. Holy fucking hell…

Chloe immediately sprang into action, wrapping my still mostly rigid member in her hand and squeezing it as she climbed to her knees. Her breathing was labored and slightly ragged, and her hair looked more like a wild lion’s mane than anything else silhouetted in the dark. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them along with her as she straddled my legs and poised herself on top of me.

“No.” I grabbed her waist and pivoted, pushing her to the side as I rolled onto her with my knees between her legs. My cock bounced freely in the air as I hovered over her, mere inches from her soaking wet opening. I wanted to be the one to do the fucking… to thrust my hips forward and plunge my length deep inside her. I needed to feel her hips thrust up to meet mine and slip my arm around the small of her back to draw her closer to me as we made out.

My bodyguard had a different plan in mind. She did something I probably couldn’t describe even if we’d been in a well-lit area and she moved at half-speed. One moment, I was on top of her with my hands placed on each side of her shoulders. The next, I felt my face crash into her cleavage as she flipped both of us over so that she was back on top, straddling me once more with her dainty hands on my chest.

“That’s not how this works,” Chloe said with more than a bit of amusement. She rolled her hips until I could feel her cunt slide across my length, moving it until the head was firmly hot-dogged between her outer lips. She leaned forward so that her tits were crushed against my chest as her hands slid to my shoulders. “I’m not a love-struck girl. I’m not your nympho assistant. I’m not a trophy wife and certainly not your little pet.” She lowered her head to my face so that I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she moved to my cheek, pressed the flat of her tongue against it, and ran it up my face to the corner of my eye.

“When we’re doing this, you’re not my boss,” she whispered in my ear as she pressed down on my cock. Her soaked pussy lips easily slipped over the mushroom head and continued lower, sheathing me in what felt like a latex glove filled with very warm lotion. I could feel more of her fluids spill from the joining of our organs as she fed more of my length into her. Chloe’s pussy was by far the wettest I’d ever felt.

She slid her tongue up my cheek once more, cleaning my face of her fluids as she slid back up my pole, and then reversed course. Her right hand slid across my shoulder, continued down my arm, and finally stopped at my wrist, where she wrapped her fingers around it. Her grip was firm, but not overbearing, as she brought it over my head. She used that arm to help keep herself propped up as she bottomed out on my cock. Her other hand traveled up my shoulder and neck to caress the side of my face as she ran her tongue across my skin a third time. This time it lapped up remnants of her pussy juice up my chin and across the corner of my mouth, hesitating there just long enough to press her lips to it. I turned my head slightly and joined my lips to hers. The kiss that ensued was nothing short of volcanic as she bottomed out on my cock.

I wrapped my free arm around her waist as I thrust my hips up to get every single millimeter of my member as deep in her as humanly possible. Our pubic hair mingled and felt a little rough against my groin, but I barely noticed. My cock felt good inside Chloe. It felt too good, and I was afraid that I might nut again at any moment.

Our tongues chased each other back and forth. The seal of our lips occasionally broke, just enough for one of us to gulp half a mouthful of oxygen before drinking deeply of the other again. Hands roamed where possible through hair, down muscled hills and valleys, and across soft skin. Chloe was right. In this moment, I wasn’t her boss. She also wasn’t my bodyguard. I was simply a man with a powerful hunger for the woman I was holding, and she was a strong woman who was overdue for some intimacy.

And as the moments crawled by, that became more evident; Chloe’s hardened exterior seemed to flake away. As we crashed against each other repeatedly, her breaths became a little more ragged. Her kisses alternated between fierce heat and more gentle caresses that almost felt experimental. It was as if she were testing some kind of boundary that went beyond the taboo of a bodyguard fucking their charge. With each passing moment, the frenzied passion seemed to give way to glimpses of something else… something deeper than skin-on-skin.

And yet… I could have easily imagined the trembling of her lips against mine or a nuzzle that felt just a little too intimate than I would have expected from her. Fuck! I wish I could actually see Chloe! Not being able to see more than dark shapes filling my vision was maddening. Don’t get me wrong… touching her was amazing. Feeling her tits against my chest as I tasted her tongue on mine was everything I could have ever wanted. Smelling her fluids as they literally soaked me from the neck up was a dream come true, and if given half the chance, I would have bottled it to drink it every morning. But I wanted to see her… to work off her visual cues to know if she was more into this than simple raw need, or if it was just my imagination working in overdrive. After all, I did tend to overthink when it came to matters of the heart.

Her fingers slid back into my hair and curled through it, gripping it tight and tugging it as she clamped her teeth down on my bottom lip, not quite breaking the skin, but it felt like she wasn’t far off from it. The fingers of her other hand clamped down on my shoulder, her nails digging in to the point where I thought she might draw blood. I ignored it. I would ignore a hell of a lot of pain to ensure that I was able to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from this goddess.

My lip slipped free from her teeth, but she kept an iron grip on my hair and shoulder as she continued to pound against my groin as if she were trying actually to break my pelvis. “So… close,” she whispered. I grasped her taught ass in my hands and helped keep up the pressure, adding my strength to every downstroke as she bounced on my cock.

“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered. Her lips were still on my chin, occasionally grazing it as she continued to ride me and inch ever closer to what appeared to be a life-changing orgasm. I lowered my head, inching my lips closer to hers. I was no longer able to smell myself on her breath; she’d consumed too much of her own fluids off my face. My lips brushed hers as I fought against her grip on my hair to bring them closer. I felt them lightly brush hers. I sensed her head tilt up toward me. The pressure on my hair loosened, and I swear I almost thought I could make out her eyes as she stared at me.

“I want to see you cum,” I whispered, feeling my lips brush hers. I could taste her juices on them, and I felt my cock surge at the memory of feeling her tongue on my face. God… it wouldn’t be long before I came again, at this rate.

This time, there was no mistaking the whimper of raw need and lust escaping her lips moments before she smashed them against mine. The moment our mouths were locked against each other, Chloe let out a guttural cry of pure pleasure as I once again felt her gush all over my crotch. The thought of her being that wet as she fucked me… of seeing this uptight, woman completely lose her shit as she bounced on my cock… that sent me over the edge, and I released deep inside Chloe’s womb.

My bodyguard—scratch that… she wasn’t that right now—my lover clamped her hands on either side of my face and drove her tongue deep in my mouth as she groaned again and again, riding my cock as our fluids mingled inside her pussy. I’d finally gotten what I wanted—Chloe Tanner naked and in my arms. I was buried in her while her lips were plastered to mine. Right now, nothing else mattered. Astrid, Tanaka, limited supplies, conserving our energy… those were worries for tomorrow. The bodyguard and her charge could figure out what next steps were after the night was done.

Tonight didn’t belong to them.

Tonight belonged to us.

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