Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Oh Love....

"Can you help me? If you don't mind?" Bang Jack asked.

And I'm stunned. Dengganga.

"If only you don't mind, I want your touch. Something I've long missed. Since long time ago."

I am still stunned. Like her, I wanted the same thing: to touch each other freely and wildly. But circumstances....

"But if you mind it's okay," he spoke again because he saw my reaction.

I'm shaking. "No," I said. "I don't mind at all."

"Rose, don't-"

"really."

"You sure?"

"Em, I even dreamed of it. It's just that this is the first time you ask, so I am. Don't discuss. Let me...?"

He's nodding. "Please, Love, act as you please toward me."

I smiled cheerfully. Boldly, I rose from my position and kissed the man's lips at a glance. Then push him until he lies on the bed.

"May I say one thing before this?"

"Em, what is it?"

"Don't judge me great or not because you think I'm experienced. Nnnnope. Don't you ever think.I mean, I've never been wild with James. But. indeed he often forced me to...."

"Shhh...." Bang Jack's fingers are on my lips. "I understand. Don't talk about him. And you don't have to explain anything. I trust you. Love me, that's enough. Please, love me."

Well, I'm smiling back. "alright. Close your eyes, please?"

He complies. His eyes closed and I started touching him. I'm free to do anything but that one thing and I know my limits. I stretched my palms around my waist and then up to the top of her body, twisting my fingers on the fine hairs that covered her belly under her navel. I could feel the heat of the man's body and the overflowing power within him, and it made me ache by an unfamiliar and new longing.

Thas right. Yeah, Bang Jack enjoyed my madness with him.

"Any, Rose!" Bang Jack choked.

I lightly swept my tongue over Bang Jack's body, and the man's fingers gripped my shoulders, pressing into my skin. Back, he diran* hungry, but I don't want to rush. I wanted to torture her with pleasure. Just as he tortured me. Just as he has given me that pleasure.

Yeah, this is my fantasy. Old fantasy. Hidden delusion. A long-held desire and desire to be ventured, and I intend to have fun in it. After all, I would be worse than any idiot if I didn't feel this way about our relationship. There is still the possibility that this could be his only chance to enjoy himself, his love, and to learn. And I mean to do all those things.

As if being pulled by an unstoppable force, my finger descended down, reaching it. I touched his living, longing self with my finger. And I felt, hasra* that man, who had risen, tense in my grasp. Straight, strong, and pulsating. She's mine.

"Oh, Lord," he whispered, hissed, then got up and sat down, one hand slipping down, into my hair, gently cradling my head. "Oh God. Dear. Ye. I. I can't. akh!"

I liked. I like that guy's dizzy* tormented by pleasure as I pull him deep in the warmth of my mouth. To balance myself, I slipped one hand around Bang Jack and cupped his tight ass. It looked completely natural. I feel strong. Feminine.

My mouth moved on his body, first awkwardly, then more confidently, as the beat of the caress awoke. Still cradling the back of my head, Bang Jack let his other hand grip my shoulder, his fingers tightening irregularly on my skin.

"Oh... Love, forgive me," she whispered again, her words suffocated. The lower part of her thighs tightened, her hips jerking forward urgently.

Suddenly, the fingers that had been gently cradling my head, suddenly clenched in my scalp, pulling off my hairpin. "Stop!" hoarsely and coarsely he mengeran*. "Oh, Rose, stop...! Stop, Rose...!"

I looked up to see his head jerk back, his mouth opening in a choked scream without a sound. In one quick demanding motion, Bang Jack grabbed my shoulder and made me instantly lie under his cage.

"You're really torturing me" he growled.

And then, I never remembered exactly how, that man, urgently and without speaking, stretched me, lifted and opened my leg interval, put it over his thigh. His eyes lit up wildly. And, she turned to me until I shuddered at her touch. With a manly growl and a little pressing, he came into me and moved down but did not break down, and in some rapid movement-in the time...

The man spilled his warm self into the warmth of my womb, then clung to me. And...

Oh, I'm closed. Although it felt faint, the throbbing channeled pleasure for me. She's pulsating beautifully, and I can feel it, then...

Feels warm.

Whatisthis? She wanted to just feel this warmth with me, or... she wanted to have a child from me...?