I placed my hands against Brack's chest and gripped his shirt tightly in desperation. He surprised me by unsnapping my bra through the back of my t-shirt. He pulled on my lower lip with his teeth before his lips left mine long enough to tear my shirt over my head. My bra went with it. His mouth came back home. I needed this and I needed his skin against mine. I wrenched his shirt upward. There was nothing graceful about our sexual dance. Hot skin met hot skin. My nipples went hard. My breath came in short pants. His mouth ate them. Within seconds, our skin dampened with sweat from sliding against each other. The kiss was tongue, lips, and teeth. Nothing gentle. I unsnapped his jeans. Before I could work the zipper, he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

My back hit the comforter and he whipped my shorts and panties off in one quick move. He didn't take time to look at my body, his eyes stayed on mine. The eyes that burned me from the inside out. He lowered his zipper and stepped out of his jeans. I had little chance to breathe before his body covered me. His thick erection ground against my belly as his lips found mine again. I wiggled beneath him, needing his cock inside me.

His fingers found my center first. They pumped twice and came out slick. I was ready and bit his bottom lip slightly in frustration. "Fuck me, Brack. Fuck me now."

He pulled back and stood up. I almost screamed. Taking a firm grip on my legs, he dragged me forward until my feet were flat on the floor, my ass half off the bed, and my back still against the comforter. I spread my legs wider. He leaned into me, the tip of his cock nudging my center. I arched my pelvis upward as Brack grabbed my ass and slammed into me. It hurt. It felt incredible. He tried to give me time to adjust, but I raked my fingernails down his back and locked my powerful legs around his waist. "Fuck me," I urged.

He bit my ear and growled as he thrust into me again. Our rhythm became frantic. I cared about nothing but tightening my inner muscles around him. He pulled back slightly and now I growled. He stood, and with my legs around his waist my ass came up higher. At the same time he thrust forward, impaling me again and again. My hands went over my head fisting the comforter as the sounds of our bodies pounding together blended with our heaving breaths.

I was so close to orgasm, but like most of my sexual encounters, it was hard for me to take that final leap. That's why I had to turn to my vibrator even after a night of sex. Brack's incredible eyes watched me. His fingers moved across my ass finding the crevice. One finger pressed inside my asshole, bringing an entirely different thrill through me. Fuck me but it hurt so good. I screamed out as the orgasm I chased spilled over. Wave after wave shattered my pussy, moving through my belly, and up to my tits. Brack stopped moving for several seconds as my pussy clenched around him. Then, thrust harder than he had before.

"Fuck," he said before a warm spurt of semen shot into me and I dug my heels into his ass trying to lock him in forever. He wasn't having it. His rough grip unlocked my legs and he slid out of me. At the same time, he lowered me to the bed and grabbed his cock. One bulging arm came down beside my head as he finished on my lower belly.

It was so fucking sexy. I watched him pump the head of his cock until every drop of remaining cum landed on my fevered skin. My fingers trembled as I reached down and pulled them through the sticky warmth. Our eyes held as I lifted my fingers to my lips and sucked.

God, he devoured me with his eyes.

His body came down on mine again and he kissed me. I couldn't fucking believe my uptight bodyguard liked dirty sex. I'd never come so quickly in my life. I placed my hands on his ass cheeks searching for the same hold he'd found on me earlier. He stopped kissing me and growled in my ear.

"Watch it, baby."

I didn't stop. "Are you man enough for a finger in the ass?" My whisper ended on a small laugh.

"After I get around to fucking your ass, we'll talk about it."

"Promises, promises."

His smile went clear to his eyes and my pussy tightened.

I squealed as Brack flipped us over, dislodging my hands, and changed our direction on the bed. He was hard again. Or maybe his erection never left. I untangled my legs and sat back on his thighs admiring his cock. Placing my fingers around the head, I squeezed gently.

"Harder," he said with lust in his voice.

"Mmm, I want to suck." I growled and licked the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips.

"What's stopping you?" he asked gruffly.

I gripped harder like he asked. "I want you shooting it all off in my pussy this time."

He closed his eyes for a moment. "Suck me first and that can be arranged."

I didn't care that I was a sticky mess. I wiggled off him until my knees hit the floor. He turned and moved down a bit so I could comfortably reach him with my mouth. He propped himself on his arms and watched. I stuck my tongue out and licked just the tip. I didn't always like the taste of men, but Brack was yummy. I'd ached to taste him for days now. It was something in his pheromones that attracted this side of me. It had to be. When I'd sucked his cum from my fingers, I'd wanted to go back for seconds. I flicked my tongue against him watching his reaction. It wasn't much. I knew he liked it hard. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked a little as I circled his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.

Saliva pooled in my mouth as I took him deeper. At the same time, I put additional pressure around his cock. My lips met my fingers and I sucked while bobbing my head. His groan had me tightening my fingers even harder.

"I want to grab your hair, but I'm afraid I'll hurt your wound," he moaned out on a ragged breath.

His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up. He stared at the stream of saliva between his dick and my lips. I smiled. "I'm fine. Do what feels good."

His eyes sizzled into mine as he placed his fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock again. I opened wide and took him deeper.

"Fuck me you're good at this."

I didn't take it the wrong wayI was good at this. The second lover in my life, an Australian tennis pro, spent a lot of time teaching me fellatio. He wasn't into returning the favor frequently and I finally kicked him to the sideline. He came out of the closet a year ago and it all made sense. But who better to teach blow jobs than a gay man? I didn't feel comfortable practicing my skills on most of the men I slept with. For some reason, to me, it was far too intimate and I shied away. Brack was different. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me every minute of every day. I wanted to devour his cock and give him pleasure with my lips and tongue. And, as ridiculous as that sounded, I felt a warm rush between my legs as my body lubricated itself again.

"Christ, baby," he whispered huskily as I took him deeper.

His balls tightened and I knew we were at the point of no return. So much for him coming inside me, well, my vagi that is. I'd give him what he wanted- this time.

Before another thought formed, he pulled back on my hair and I slurped as his cock left my mouth. "Up here." He released my hair and pulled under my arms bringing me back on the bed. He rolled so I was face down. He pushed my knees into my chest and in one smooth stroke entered me. His fingers bit into my hips as he pumped away. I could barely breathe as another orgasm built.

What the hell was it about this man?

"Come for me, baby."

And I did. Louder this time. A moment later he spilled into me with such force I felt it deep inside. The pulses of his cock had me tightening my inner muscles and milking him for everything he was worth.

Holy hell, I was in lust.