Page 18 of Sultry Bodyguard Summer

I pull off my T-shirt and sports bra. My breasts are pinched from having been stuffed inside all day. I take each breast in hand and massage. The warmth of my hands and the slide against my nipples feels luscious.

Ollie lets out a harsh breath. His thick erection tents his pants.

I wander over to the spotless dining room table and settle my ass on the stone surface. With my arms behind me, my chest arched, my tits high, I let my legs spread.

Ollie pants out a breath. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I wriggle on the table. “Ollie, do you want to go down on me?” The suggestion makes my body purr. Wetness leaks from my pussy onto my inner thighs. Oh, this table is about to endure violations it never saw coming.

He takes off his gun holster and places it on a shelf by the door. “Yes.”

“Should I spread my legs wider?”

Crossing the room, he fixes his gaze on my wet pussy. “Will you do that for me?” The question comes out in a rough baritone that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I spread my legs a fraction wider. “More?”

“More.”

I comply.

His eyes don’t veer, but his shoulders twitch. He lets out a long breath. “Should I take a seat?”

“You should.”

He pulls a chair between my legs and sits.

“Ollie, is this the first time you’ve gone down on a woman?”

He gazes up at me. “Yes.”

“Do you like what you see?”

“Very much.”

I inch myself to the edge of the table, reach my dangling leg between his, and stroke his erection with my foot.

“Oh, Sienna.” He swallows hard. “You can touch me like that any time you want.”

“I’m going to do more than that to you, Ollie.” He mumbles something incoherent. “But for now, will you put your face on my pussy and lick?”

He runs his hands down the backs of my legs to my ass and lifts me off the table. “Is there anything I should do? Anything I shouldn’t do?”

What a good student.“Pretend my pussy is the most delicious cup of jelly you’ve ever tasted and enjoy every bit.”

He gives me a wicked half-smile like he’s about to rock my world and nestles his head between my legs. He licks me from entrance to clit. I'm about to come. Gasping, I manage to stop the orgasm. My arms shake. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I lay back on the smooth stone.

Each pass of his tongue gets me wetter and closer to losing control. “Do you like the taste?”

“I can't tell you how good you taste, how much I love having your ass in my hands and your pussy in my face. I love it all.” He keeps talking and licking and humming at my slick sensitive skin.

I arch my back, moaning. “Will you make me work for it? Can you make me beg?” I lift my head to see his response.

"That I'll do." He narrows his eyes like he intends to inflict irreparable damage. And the fact is, he already has. I like him. Iwant to be with him. I have no control around him. When I get his cock in my mouth, I’m going to ruin him.

He blows on my skin and laps up the drip on my inner thighs. His nose teases me. I lift my hips to show him where I want it, but he won’t go there. Instead, he tongues my entrance and licks all around my lips. Does he not know where my clit is? Or is he torturing me like I asked?

The orgasm builds inside me, expanding to reaches of my mind. “My clit, please.”