Sexy Bodyguard Jack
The Unexpected Reality

"Don't!"

I pushed Bang Jack away from me, then held my shirt that had been buttoned open at the top.

Bang Jack is stunned. His mouth was a little gaping but he was confused about what to say, while I looked at him myself with eyes that began to glaze over. I shook my head, but I didn't know what to say either. I could finally just sit down and cry.

"What's up, Rose? Why are you rejecting me now? Didn't that...? What's up?"

I shook my head again, and my tears were getting louder. "I'm sorry."

"I don't need your apology."

"Remember...."

"Explain, why? Why are you rejecting me? I can still see it clearly, the love is still in your eyes, Rose."

Yeah. I looked at her, trying to convince her that she had misjudged me about the rejection, as well as reassuring her that she was right about the love that was still there for her. "I'm not rejecting you. Nnnnope. It's not that."

"Then?"

"I...."

"Say!"

"James made me make a tattoo."

"Tattoo?"

"I don't want you to see it. I. I don't want to...."

"Shhh...." He came back to cupping my face. "open. Let me see it."

I was silent, still crying, but I also did not prevent Bang Jack from undressing me. He looked at my body, the tattoo: on my left chest and under my belly button.

"illness?" ask Bang Jack.

"No. He gave me pain pills."

"Civilized! He's torturing you. He hurt you, Rose."

I'm shaking. "It's okay" I said. "I'm fine. I can get through it all."

"Abang, brother's okay, right? Sorry if I hurt your heart. I'm sorry."

Now he shakes his head and his eyes glaze over. "I'm fine. Don't worry about my feelings. It's ok. It's not your fault. I-i know. I-i know...."

I broke free from his embrace, then nodded, then looked into his eyes, I gave my lips to him and my eyes closed.

At that moment Bang Jack kissed me, without hesitation he forced his tongue into my mouth and inserted one hand into my hair. I let myself be lifted up by the tidal wave of emotions, feeling the vibes of Bang Jack's anger. But I know, it's not me who's the target of his anger. But James. He hurt Bang Jack's feelings through me.

Whatever happens after this. Inner me thrashing. That sense of need clearly won over and controlled me, overflowing up beyond my control. The feeling approached me, stirring and seductive, then descended into the empty womb, which was hungry and thirsty for touch. Not by force, but by love: I want to be touched with love, by the person I love.

Right now, when I let go of myself completely, clinging and stressing my chest to him, I don't want to think about the past or the future. I kissed Bang Jack as the man kissed me, urgently, greedily, with his mouth and tongue slipping into his warmth, feeling, touching, and studying.

Bang Jack's anger had gone out, but his hot smell was still left, I inhaled it. My mouth opened on his neck, my lips tracing his skin, inhaling a male scent on his body. Sweet paradise, so tempting.

I let my hands explore the man's body madly. Sneaking behind her shirt and tracing her back, feeling her shudder under the touch of my hand. And I felt, Bang Jack's hand slipped between the crush of our bodies, enthroned on my chest, stroking gently, then a little rougher.

"I can't stand it" he whispered. "I want you. Even if something gets in my way, I'll shoot him in the head."

I smile. "yeah. Do whatever you want."

"I'll do it," he said. He took off my bra fastener, took it off my body and threw it in any direction. Then, she jerked my hips and made my body curl backwards so that she could feel the beauty of my chest with her mouth. Is*soft, almost adoring. Uncontrolled.

Oh my God, I'm like a street*, but I'm happy.

Bang Jack took me to his bed, laid me down, and I was getting so impatient that I pulled the shirt off, stripped it of the man's body.

Then, Bang Jack's fingers slid down, touching and stroking gently over the surface of the cloth *my last page. Makes me tickle amused and my *passion is mounting. With all hasra*, I reached for the man. My hand slipped into the circumference of her waist, on her hard, slender belly. In return, Bang Jack took a strong breath and he frantically began to struggle with the opening of his pants.

Oh, Bang Jack's passion is clearly drawn from his upright and challenging self. She let go of my last page, then tasted me with her lips.

I'm interviewing*, Bang Jack smiled. Then he crawled and lay down on top of me. "I love you" he whispered. Then he directed himself, and...

"ouch!"

Bang Jack's forehead forms a wavy fold. "Rose?" He looked me in the eye with a million question marks. "You're a virgin."

"What?" I'm wide in disbelief.

How come?