Page 31 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

When the elevator door opens, a primeval growl erupts from somewhere deep inside me, longing, desire, lust, call it whatever, my control barely hanging on until we can cross the hallway and reach my apartment.

I grab her panties with both hands and rip them off her, leaving her standing in front of me naked wearing only her Doc Martens.

I grip her hips, pull her towards me, and suck on the mound of her pussy like a dying man tasting food after months of starvation. She clings to my hair, thrusting her pelvis into my face and spreading her legs, inviting me in.

I suck her folds, her clit, her mound, savoring the moments before I slide my tongue inside her. She whimpers when I curl my tongue around the spot, working her clit with my thumb.

“Come for me, baby.” Fuck making her wait. I want to taste her juices, drink her up, fucking feast on her.

Tamara grips the sides of the elevator and spreads her legs like a starfish. “I want your fingers too,” she manages between raggedy breaths.

“Oh boy are you gonna get them, sweetheart.”

I slide my tongue out of her and replace it with two fingers as the elevator door shuts again but doesn’t move. If it moves, we’re in trouble, but I’m going to make her come all over my face regardless of who else is waiting for us to get out. This is happening right here, right fucking now.

Her slick trickles down my fingers to my wrist as I stretch her walls and lick her clit.

Her orgasm must’ve been on the brink before I touched her, because she groans out loud as her body starts to convulse, her legs trembling either side of my face.

I don’t keep it coming. I slip my fingers out of her dripping wet pussy, put her over my shoulder in a firefighter hold, grab her clothes from the elevator floor, and punch the OPEN button.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she says, straightening her spine and trying to climb down me.

“I’m not done with you yet.” My voice is still a growl, my erection painful inside my pants. “I’m not letting you go until I’ve kept my promise.”

“What promise?” She stops struggling and wraps her legs around my chest, and fuck, my cock tries to break free when she rubs her wet pussy against my chest.

“To fuck you on every available surface of my apartment and then fuck you some more.”

I fumble with the key in the lock of my front door, a maneuver I’ve carried out a thousand times without issue, but never with a beautiful naked woman wrapped around me and a pussy crying out to be fucked.

We barely make it through the door and close it behind us before she is in my arms, her breasts crushed against my chest, her ankles crossed behind me, and her tongue in my mouth.

“I didn’t agree to this promise,” she murmurs, sucking on my tongue until it hurts.

“We can stop anytime.” I don’t know how, but I’ll spend all night standing beneath an ice-cold shower if that’s what she wants.

“Like now?” She squeezes her thighs around me and leans backward, her arms reaching for the floor like she’s fucking pole dancing.

“You’re fucking killing me, sweetheart.”

I grip her thighs even though she doesn’t need my support; my crushed ribs are testimony to the strength in her legs. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful pussy, coated in her slick, her clit swollen and still spasming from her orgasm.

I slide one finger inside her and rub her clit with my thumb, my cock dancing inside my pants when her body immediately jerks with the orgasm lurking beneath the surface. I said I wasn’t done with her, but I get it now.

She isn’t done with me.

“Killing you wouldn’t be this much fun,” she says, panting through the pleasure controlling her body. “You can let me go now.”

I relinquish my grip on her right thigh, and she lands like a gymnast performing a floor routine, as comfortable in her nakedness as she is in her leather jacket. “Where did you learn to⁠—”

“I pay attention.” She kneels in front of me, unzips my pants and frees my cock. Gripping it in one hand, she peers up at me. “What do you want me to do?”

Fuck! The head of my shaft is already sticky with precum. At this rate, it will be the fastest climax in the history of time.

“I want you to sit on my cock and ride me until you scream my name out loud.”

A small smile tugs at her swollen lips. “That will never happen.”