Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 45

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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To Be Continued..