BODYGUARD by day, LOVER by night [pt. 2]

Her eyes observed her palm halting on my beating heart. They were speaking a lot, yet I understood nothing but the tension in them.

Then slowly she traced down my chest, wavering my skin with the thought of her reaching my hardened crotch.

But my imagination spun when her hand stopped at the end of my T-shirt.

She gripped my t-shirt off, the very cloth that was keeping my flinching skin protected from her eyes. And as my skin came unclothed, her eyes darkened on my chest.

Chills covered my skin and my mind jumbled with many thoughts. My heart was now booming so loudly in my chest that I assumed she could hear it, too.

And as she planted her palm on my chest, searing my bare skin with her warm touch, I heard her brain say something. "Beautiful." And a cold jolt ran down the nap of my neck to the center of my waist, numbing my senses and filling my chest with heaviness.

As a man who kills and depends on his strength for survival, hearing that word was something that drove me to fragility. A total opposite character for someone like me.

Then she planted her other palm on my chest and squeezed my breasts as if they were ripe fruits, and trailed her touch down my ribs, weakening my back.

It made me grasp the edge of the counter beside her thighs. Breathing unsteadily, my gaze had also fallen on the ground and when I lifted my eyes, I saw her watching my ever-changing reactions, and she kept staring at me with her darkening eyes as she squeezed my breasts once again, stroking them from my ribs.

She continued stroking my breasts from there, regarding whimpers flowing from my mouth in the form of chains.

"Mommy!" I whimpered, gratified with pleasure, but she said nothing and kept playing with my breasts.

My head started booming with slight pain, and my breasts wheezed from the sweet pain, making it unbearable for me. I needed more.

But suddenly she stopped and got off the counter, and uttered, "Sit here."

"Mommy?" I responded.

"I want you to sit here on the counter. Do you understand?" She spoke in a mild tone, making me oblige her instantly, and I answered. "Yes, mama!"

I quickly sat on the counter in an embarrassing position, my legs parted, my chest on a display like a food platter, and my head glued to the wall below the cabinet.

The wall was cold, the cabinet did not allow my head any movement, and my legs did not know how to perform, but she quickly came to help.

At least that's what I thought when her hands grasped and squeezed my thighs, feeling the thickness. But when I saw her palm ascend in between my legs, the veil of assumption fell.

I saw and felt her fingers softly draw circles on my clothed crotch, circles of greed.

She was tempting me from the tip of my cock to the base, making me whimper. She was looking at me with never-changing stern eyes, making me struggle to hold the edge of the counter with my sweaty hands.

How could I act like that and be embarrassed when I wanted her so badly?

"I will show you what I saw." She spoke through her mind and not lips, adding, "You like listening to my mind, right?"

I instantly nodded, astounded and embarrassed, and received a light nod and a smirk as a response, as she continued stroking my clothed cock with her fingers.

"I will let you hear everything today." I heard her again. "I will not restrict myself and let you hear the dirtiest thoughts I have had for you."

My heart boomed like the heaviest drums, the pleasure coursing through my veins restricting my ability to breathe.

What did she mean?

The answer soon unveiled itself when she halted her fingers and withdrew my shorts down to my knees, prompting my eyes on the view she was glaring at, -- my pulsating cock under my underwear.

"It's leaking." Her mind spoke, her finger rubbing the tip of my dick through the wet patch of my underwear.

I did not think I would leak so much!

"You must like me so much." Her mind spoke again, making me tilt my head to the side, eyes closed with burning pleasure.

I was free from the captivity of my position and duty, but the grasp I was in at that moment was stronger than any captivity.

I'd been dreaming of that grasp for so long, and I finally did not have to hide my emotions.

But there was something I wished to hide-- my cock. Especially when I heard her say, "You're just as thick as I imagined you to be."

I badly wanted to cover my cock, but before I could do that, I felt her grasp my cock through my underwear - a perfect and strong grasp.

She began jerking my cock up and down, graceful with it but not all-merciful. The strong sensation broiled me, making my throat break out girly noises.

She was tempting my cock so much!

"Look at me!" Then she ordered and paced the speed of her hand and I did, unraveling before her like an onion.

I was burning with pleasure, eyes unable to stay open. The pleasure was driving me crazy.

But then she stopped and squeezed my thighs apart, with her fingers literally sinking into my flesh, making me breathe heavily.

Astonished, I did not know why she had stopped, but I heard her mind say that she needed the only clothing off of my skin and within seconds it was, leaving my pumping dignity, standing in the air with pre-cum leaking.

Oh, how embarrassed I was, breathing and moaning at the sight of my cock glistening before her eyes.

I saw her bite and lick her lips, with a look much darker than before, and I felt myself melting even more.

"Are you really this big or did your dick magically grow just right now?" She questioned and encircled her fingers around my cock - this time my bare cock.

It felt more majestic than I had imagined, better than through the underwear. Her grasp made me find refuge on her shoulder, my lips unable to answer her.

"You know I want you to answer my question?" I heard their mind speak into my ear, her grasp around my cock tightening as she jerked me.

"I don't know. I can't think." I whined and felt her fingers slide into the back of my hair.

She yanked my head and looked right into my eyes, as she said, "How did you become a bodyguard when a little pleasure takes away your thinking ability?"

"It had never happened before," I whined again, feeling something knot inside my stomach.

"What do you mean by that?" She questioned as she tugged my hair lightly and squeezed my cock harder.

"I can't think because of you," I answered. "I can only understand your words."

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END OF PT. 2

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