My Bodyguard and Me

Chapter Five

Drake

It wasn't an easy walk back to my room, especially after putting up such a courageous act. I mean, only God knew what would have happened if I had spent an additional second with her. For a moment when I stood there with her, I wanted to throw away my decency and grab her perky t**s, squeezing them while I turned her around and hit it from behind.

"Drake, snap out of it! You can't have your way with her. You know she is your responsibility and way out of your league. You don't want your head blown off over a ten-minute pleasure." A tiny voice kept reminding me in my mind as I slowly approached the door to my room.

I halted in front of the door, trying to shake off the thoughts of having her in bed. The thoughts of sucking her juicy p***y before dosing her with my big d**k. The thoughts of f*****g her petite t**s before, while looking her in the eyes as I did it.

I shook my head abruptly as if it would make the thoughts go away. I hated the fact that each time I tried not to think of it, thinking about it only got worse. I paced slowly around in the room, trying not to think about how we were both going to be roommates where we are heading. I felt uneasy in my groin area and as I tilted my head to look, I noticed my d**k trying to find its way out of my pants.

"s**t! She got me hard again!" I mumbled as I increased the speed of my pace. Just as I approached the bed area, my phone started to ring and I picked it up to see who it was. I didn't hesitate to pick up the call as I noticed who was calling.

"You got a minute?" He asked in a low tone, slowly as if he was forcing himself to talk. I nodded slightly using my free hand to push against my hard d**k. I wished it would go back to its flaccid state and above that, I wished that he wouldn't ask me to come over for a chat.

"Yes sir. I have got all the time in the world." I gazed at my d**k again, thinking of a way to bring it down.

"How is my little princess doing?"

"She is doing pretty well. She should be sleeping now. I left her not quite long ago." I explained slowly, but the only thing on my mind was the moan she let out when I held her so close against the door. For some reason, I wanted to hear more of that sound. I wish I had recorded that sound.

"I need to see you. It's very important." My d**k was still up. I knew it was a risk to go and meet him this way. No matter how hard I tried to hide it, he would know and ask me what was going on so I had to come up with an idea not to see him tonight.

"Are you back in your room, sir?" My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was playing into a trap, but he was my boss; if he needed to see me and if he said it was important, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"What if he notices my bulging pants? How do I explain to him that his daughter, the one I was supposed to protect, got me hard? How was I going to tell him that I had fantasies about his daughter?

"Yeah, I am back in my room. Don't keep me waiting." I only wondered what he wanted to talk about and why he wanted to see me so badly. I took a deep breath as I tried to come up with a response to what he had said.

"Yes... Yes sir. I will be there shortly." The call ended abruptly. For a moment, I thought of what to do, how to hide this from showing but there was clearly nothing that I could do.

"Drake, you know what to do!" The tiny voice sounded in my head and I didn't think twice. I held my phone up. I went to my gallery and I just knew that it was time to head to the toilet. That was the only solution to my hardened d**k. I had a separate album for her. I placed all her pictures in a folder, and every night I fantasised about sleeping with her. That was the closest I could get to her. I finally unzipped my pants and my d**k sprang to life. Hard and ready to dive into her p***y. I quietly started to stroke my d**k while looking straight into her picture, swiping to have different views of her.

Many dirty images of her plus the recurring sound of her soft moan from earlier, made it easier. I grunted lightly as I increased the strokes, closing my eyes as I imagined myself placing her over the table and beating her from behind. This felt so good. It was better than leaving with the fear that my head could be blown off any time soon. I inhaled deeply as I lowered my head to look at my throbbing d**k. The imagination at this time was that she was begging me to go slow and easy on her as she screamed in pleasure.

It was not long after I swiped to the next photo. It was as sexy as the word itself. Her cleavage was exposed and the upper part of her t**s was slightly visible. Her thighs were out too, and lord, I found myself increasing the pace of the strokes again, while my gaze was fixed on the picture, looking at the t**s and thighs intermittently.

"This feels so f*****g good." I let out softly as my pleasure heightened. The milky sticky juice sprang out of my d**k into the toilet bowl, and I found myself breathing heavily with sweat scattered all over my body.

"That's a relief!" I muffled.