Ignite Me (A Collection of Short Erotica)

Chapter Three: Silent Nights (Claimed by my Bodyguard)

“f**k me. Please,” I plead when he begins finger-f*****g my p***y, reaching for his c**k. But I can’t. And it’s killing me.

“Your p***y is so wet. Begging for me to take it. Do you really want to be f****d, hard?” I nod. He quickens his pace, and I almost scream.

I twist in the bed as I feel a fluid spilling from my p***y, squirting, a ripple of orgasm flooding through me.

He grabs my legs, placing them on his shoulders, and starts eating me out. He sucks my c**t so well, takes all my juicy p***y into his mouth, his tongue in and out, pulling at my labia. The sounds he makes are more of a beast than human. He is insanely good.

When he finishes, he comes up to my face and kisses me, my juice smeared on his lips and face.

“Feel how good you taste,” he says, his tongue exploring my mouth. I tasted it. It’s not pleasant, but it gives me pleasure. He slides his fingers into my p***y again, then sucks on the same fingers. I watch him, feeling a dangerous thrill and emotion I dare not admit.

“Your creamy p***y tastes so good,” he says. Then I feel him above me. His c**k. I didn’t even realize when he took off his boxers. Before I know it, he’s inside me, moving in and out. I gasp. His c**k thick, stretching me.

“Your p***y is so tight. Gripping me so hard. Bad, bad p***y,” he murmurs, sliding fully into me. He slams his almost full length into me, his pace relentless, balls slapping my p***y, my boobs jiggling. “Sooo good,” he groans, slapping my breasts.

“f**k me, daddy,” I whisper, like a slut. He stops immediately. Regret washes over me for saying it. But I don’t even know his name. “I don’t know your name. I–”

“Say those slutty words again,” he commands. I smile, knowing he likes it.

He f***s me deep, slowly, watching where we are joined together for this sinful act. It is obscene, seeing him like this.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns. I stay silent. And he deepens inside me, filling me until his balls press against my p***y. I gasp, feeling him in my stomach. It is almost painful.

“Daddy,” I whisper, touching my p***y and his c**k as he slides in and out.

“Good girl,” he says, turning my back against him, pulling me up until I kneel. He removes my bra and bends me over. Then he fills me again from behind, grabbing both my breasts as he f***s me like an animal.

“I’m going to c*m… I’m going to–” I say and I c*m so hard, falling onto the bed, shaking from extreme orgasm, begging him to stop—but he doesn’t listen. He spreads my p***y wide by pinning my legs to the bed. I didn’t know I was that flexible.

“I can’t get enough of your fat, juicy p***y,” he groans, slamming into me. My p***y makes wet sounds as he drives in and out, hard, so hard that I scream and squirt all over him. He pulls out, and lick my pulsing p***y, then pushes his c**k back in. He does this more than thrice, before f*****g me so fast, so hard, grunting, destroying my p***y.

“Please, please, please,” I beg as he continues, wild, out of control, pulling my legs onto his shoulders, locking them with his arms as he f***s me nonstop. After several minutes of relentless f*****g, I scream, and c*m again.

He continues pounding me for a few more minutes before pulling out. “Fuckkkkkk,” he groans, holding his huge c**k, pumping it as his semen lands on my stomach and face. Both of us pant, him mostly.

With my mouth wide open, I marvel at how such a huge c**k could fit into me. It’s the biggest, sluttiest c**k I’ve ever seen. And if I weren’t so weak, I would have taken him in my mouth, giving him the best head, just like he gave me. The tip is so pink, smooth and perfect. Too beautiful for a c**k. I smile, satisfied that I have been utterly dickmatized by him.

I am still recovering when he begins eating me out again. He loves this p***y. I love that he takes such pleasure in giving me head. By the time he finishes, I felt limp and sleepy. He kisses my forehead, cleaning his semen from my face and stomach with a handkerchief that smells faintly of his cologne. He lies down beside me, stroking my cheek and hair softly, looking at me with puppy eyes and a dimpled smile. He is happy. I am happy.

The last thing I remember is him cuddling me, placing my head on his chest, and saying, “Damian. My name is Damian.”