Show Stopper: A Single Dad Bodyguard Romance

by Amy Brent

  I started sucking the head and milking the shaft. I slid my free hand down between us so I could reach my clit. I dipped my fingers between my cunt lips to wet them, then started sliding my finger over my clit as fast as it would go.

  “God… yes…” Devin growled, gripping the headboard to keep his balance and to keep it from slamming the wall. He let me milk him for a moment more. I knew he was close to cumming and so was I. I could feel his cock growing even larger in my mouth as every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his crotch to join the party. Just when I thought he was ready to explode, he pulled back quickly and blew out a long breath.

  “Not yet,” he said, climbing off me and moving to the side of the bed on his knees. He hooked his strong hands under my knees and turned me sideways like a rag doll so that my ass was at the edge of the bed and my legs were draped over his shoulders.

  “Mmmm….” I said as he started massaging my clit between his thumbs. My clit hood was long, like a small uncircumcised cock. Devin loved to milk it and take the skin between his teeth and give it tender bites. I loved it when he pulled the clit hood back with his fingers to expose the little man in the boat and gave him a kiss, like he… was doing… fuck… now…

  “God… feels… so good…” I sighed, bucking my ass against his mouth. He pressed his lips to the little pink nub and I felt the first orgasm exploding from my cunt like a tsunami hitting the shoreline. I arched my back and came hard, gushing a stream of clear juices over his face, soaking his chin. Devin opened his mouth and drank it up, like a thirsty kid at a water fountain.

  “I love that so fucking much…” he said, licking his lips, moaning at the back of his throat.

  “I love it, too…” I whispered, my body still shivering from the orgasm, my cunt hot, on fire, bubbling up again. Devin leaned down and lapped it up, then licked me clean like a cat grooming its kitten.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I said. I looked down with pleading eyes, but the devious smile on his face told me he was not ready to quit playing with my pussy, at least not yet. That was one of the things that I loved about Devin. He took greater pleasure in making me happy than worrying so much about himself. Usually, by the time he shot his load, he had made me cum five or six times. I wondered if he kept count… I certainly did…

  He pushed my thighs wider apart, then used his fingers to pull back my pussy lips so his tongue could find my hole. “Your pussy is so fucking beautiful…” he said, his tongue trailing along the edges of my lips. “It’s too beautiful to just fuck.”

  “I’m… so glad… you like… it… but please… fuck it…”

  “I don’t just like it,” he said, lowering his lips to my clit. “I fucking love it.”

  I felt his tongue swirling around my hole. I came again, gushing, squirting, spraying, but it did not slow him down. Devin stiffened his tongue like a stubby cock and fucked me with it until I came again. And again. And again. By the time he was finished my body was limp as a rag and I didn’t know if I’d even be able to get up and go to work.

  “What the fuck… are you doing… to me…” I asked. I didn’t realize that I was clutching my tits and squeezing my nipples so hard that they were turning purple while Devin was eating me out. I looked down to find my tits covered in red marks that perfectly fit my fingers.

  “That’s exactly what I’m doing to you,” he said, pushing himself up on his muscular arms. I watched him with bated breath as he stood up for a moment and started stroking his cock. “It this what you want? You want this big cock inside your tight little box?”

  “Yes,” I said, my voice pleading with him. I held up my knees and spread my legs. I put my finger tips on my pussy lips and parted them for him. “Please… Dev… don’t make me beg… fuck me… fuck me hard… now…”

  “Okay,” he said with a broad smile. He lowered himself on to me, the bulbous head of his cock pressing to my hole. He braced my legs against his chest and held my ankles at his shoulders. I held my breath and prayed for him not to stop. My pussy stretched to let his plum head slide inside me.

  “Oh… yeah… that’s it…” I went back to roughly massaging my tits and pulling on my nipples, clamping them between my fingers. “More… baby… give me more…”

  His thick cock slid inside me an inch at a time. My wet pussy hole and lips suctioned around the shaft. I could feel his heart beating inside me.

  “More…” I said, feeling him come in another inch, then another. When the tip of his cock pressed to my cervix, I exhaled deeply. “Now… lift me up… fuck me hard… like I like it…”

  We’d done this little trick before and it was one of my favorite positions because the head of Devin’s cock came inside at such an angle that it bounced against my G-spot, making me cum like a bursting dam.

  He held on tight to my ankles and lifted my ass up. The only part of my body touching the bed was my shoulders and the back of my head. The rest of me was lifted up, my legs high in the air, with Devin’s long cock hammering into my box.

  “Yes…” I moaned as he thrust in and out, rolling over my clit, ramming headfirst into my G-spot, his balls slapping at my ass. “Fuck me… Dev… hard… harder… harder… oh jeez fuck …”

  I could hear Devin grunting like a wild animal as he thrust his hips in and out, ramming his hard cock inside my soft, wet cunt like a derrick drilling for oil. My hands were on my tits, squeezing, pinching. Devin looped his arms under my knees and pulled my legs apart so he could go even deeper inside me.

  I could feel the fire bubbling up from deep inside me, like lava flowing upward from deep in the ground, making its way to the mouth of the volcano so it could erupt into the air. My entire body was on fire. Sweat covered my face and chest. My tits were slippery with it.

  “Oh… fuck…” Devin growled. I glanced up at him. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He was gritting his teeth. His beautiful face was bathed in sweat. I watched sweat stream down his neck and the line at the center of his chest. Every muscle in his upper body was pumped up. Veins ripped across his shoulders and neck. His nipples where hard, like little red stones. I longed to nip them between my teeth.

  “I’m cumming…” he said, the thrusts of his hips getting faster now, his cock going in so deep it jarred my body.

  “Cum baby…” I said. I was there, too, right on the brink. The lava had reached the mouth of the volcano and was ready to blow sky high.

  “Shit…” Devin growled. “Yes… fuck… yessss.”

  Every muscle in his body tensed as he rammed as far into me as he could go, slamming into my G-spot, sending wave after wave or electricity coursing through my body. He grunted like a wild animal and pulled my legs to him.

  “Cum on me,” I said desperately as my pussy started overflowing. “I want to see it… I want to see you cum…”

  Devin pulled his cock from my pussy and started rubbing it against my pussy lips and clit. I marveled at the sight of his cock as it slid back and forth, all oily and purple and glistening with my cum.

  The head was dark and the size of a plum. When he came, he thrust his hips forward and stayed there, shooting great ropes of milky goo all over my stomach and tits.

  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just as a large dollop reached my face. I licked it away just as my own orgasm shuddered through me.

  Devin was still holding my knees in the air with his cock resting on my pussy. When I came, I came hard, gushing, squirting my juices in the air like a pink water fountain.

  Devin closed his eyes and sighed and rubbed his cummy cock over my twat as I drenched us completely. When it was over, we were both a hot gooey mess.

  He looked at me and smiled.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  “Yes,” I said, stretching out my arms and licking my lips. “It certainly is.”

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  Claiming Cinderella (Sneak Peek)

  Chapter 1

  Ella

  If there was one thing about my job that I hated more than anything, it was that I was constantly having to argue. Today it was the personal chef for the Blue family, Jon Staff, who was being resistant. I couldn’t blame him. “Do they ever realize that they aren’t the only people in this house? I can’t just change the entire weekly breakfast rotation without asking their mother, and she’s said no a thousand times.” He was shaking his spatula at me, but I knew his anger was directed at my clients, Halle and Sadie Blue, also known as the Blue Twins, daughters of rock icon, Scott Blue, and the just turned twenty-one reality stars who I’d worked for a grand total of three weeks. The hardest three weeks of my life.

  It wasn’t as if the job itself was hard, but since the two were a pair of the biggest spoiled brats I’d ever met, much less worked for, it wasn’t a cake walk either.

  “I’ll pass that along, but they’re just going to send me back. Maybe I could ask Nola? Surely changing the breakfast menu isn’t that big of a deal?”

  “They’re sending you on a fool’s errand. Nola will never allow such changes, and because of her food allergies, I’ve got to keep things the way she wants them. The family always has breakfast together.” I wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just told me that to begin with, but I had a feeling that the Twins were in on that too.

  I didn’t say a word as I turned around and headed for the stairs. I had to go over their weekly schedules and make sure everything was coordinated and luckily their reality show was on break. The writers were busy writing their scripts so that their lives would look more meaningful and counter the bad press the girls had recently landed themselves in.

  Halle, the older of the two had gained attention when her ex-boyfriend released nudes she’d sent him, and then, of course, there was the rumored sex tape that was reported to have been confiscated, including both sisters, together, showing a bit more than your normal sisterly love. But nothing had yet surfaced.

  Sadie, the younger by three minutes, was the quiet one of the bunch, and that didn’t make her any easier to deal with. On the contrary, it made her a proper psychopath. She was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, and her temper had gotten the best of her three months earlier when she’d wrecked her car and punched a paparazzi.

  I walked up the stairs on my way to their suite of the Blue Mansion, where I’d lived since taking on the job per request of Nola Blue, who was my mother’s best friend before she died of breast cancer.

  She’d been a famous jewelry designer, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to leave me anything. Most of her fortune, even our small beach house, had been confiscated. Nola was not only helping me out by letting me be the twin’s personal assistant, but she was handling all my debts as well.

  As I hit the top landing, I took a right and went into their wing of the grand estate. Sadie was on the couch, and she waved me away before I could say a word. I headed into the bedroom like I’d done a million times before, but on this occasion, Halle wasn’t alone.

  She was bent over the side of the bed, her legs spread wide, her ass tilted upward and she was getting worked over by a guy I’d never seen before. I froze in my tracks, and when I turned around to leave, Sadie blocked me in, smiling at the couple behind me.

  As her sister panted and moaned, through what sounded like the orgasm of her life, Sadie’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me a little sex bothers you. You came all the way up here. Now tell us what you want.” Halle wasn’t paying much attention, but the guy she was with laughed.

  I turned, not quite facing the busy couple, but enough to let the twins know I wasn’t intimidated, but then the guy caught my attention. “Hey, blondie, you want some of this?” I turned to see him stroke himself, fresh out of Halle’s channel, his cock glistening with her juices, and then she spun around to drop to her knees laughing.

  She eyed me up and down. “You’re welcome to have a taste. I’m sure you’ve read we don’t mind sharing.” She took the man’s hard length into her lips, and my eyes widened as she took it down deep until his balls pressed against her chin.

  “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Sadie gave me a saccharine smile and crossed her arms in front of her.

  I straightened my posture and held up my chin. “Truly. I talked to the chef, and he said that your request is denied and before you send me back, he also told me about your mother’s allergies and how the menu needs her approval.” Sadie laughed, and then her attention went to her sister who was still deep throating the man. I took a quick glance but looked away.

  “Are you sure you don’t want a taste?” Halle crooned from her knees. I glanced that way solely to tell them they didn’t intimidate me, but my cheeks burned red as he shot his load all over her tits. She dragged her finger through the mess and gave it a taste. She got up and used the silk sheets to clean the rest of his release from her and then dropped it to the floor. She pulled her robe around and kissed the man.

  “I’ll be waiting in the shower,” he said. Then he glanced in my direction. “You’re welcome to join us, Blondie. Actually, both of you.” Without a word to Halle, he strolled into the bathroom and turned the water on, leaving the door, so all three of us had a view.

  He looked a bit older than her but not much older than me—maybe twenty-five or six at most, and he was incredibly handsome with a dark tan and sandy brown hair and smoldering eyes. Not to mention his impressive size, which Halle took like a pro.

  At twenty-three I was hardly a prude, but I didn’t care to see things on display, and I despised the girls that they played these wicked games. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t just be normal, but then I guess they’d never been.

  I turned to Sadie. “We still need to go over your schedule. I know it’s freed up a bit, but you still have that promo shoot and that guest appearance.”

  Halle walked up behind me, the smell of sex wafting around her. “Relax, our manager will remind us.” She was referring to their mother who had taken on the job as their manager since they were old enough to say Hollywood.

  “No, she won’t actually, your mother told me to handle it. That’s why she hired me.” I let out a breath as they laughed.

  “Is that what you think?” Sadie and Halle both said at the same time in creepy twin fashion, but then Halle continued alone. “That’s what she wants you to think. You’re her charity case, nothing more, and she’s simply trying to make you feel relevant since your mom died.”

  Ouch. My jaw clenched, and I lifted my chin, determined not to let them get to me. “Wouldn’t be easier just to let me do my job?”

  The two exchanged a look, and then a shared smile spread across their faces, but this time it was Sadie who spoke, “What would be the fun in that?”

  Halle sauntered away to join her man in the shower, and Sadie stepped out of the way so I could escape.

  There was no sense in complaining about anything that had happened to Nola. She’d take her daughter’s sides in any matter I put before her.

  As I headed down the stairs to the second story landing, the sound of music filled the air, a familiar sound, but not a familiar song. I crept down to the open door and peeked inside the music room where Scott Blue, a rock legend, played his guitar. He was so handsome for an older man, and there was some
thing so familiar about him. It wasn’t just that I’d known him most of my life since his wife and my mother were best friends, but it was like when he looked at me, something in his soul recognized mine. It was like a kindred spirit of sorts, but maybe it was because I’d grown up listening to his music, to his voice, and the poetic lyrics that the world knew and loved.

  He kept his head down, his shoulder length, brown hair tucked back in a ponytail, which looked very similar to the twins’ in color, as he strummed his guitar. I left him undisturbed but ran into his mother on the way down the hall.

  “I don’t care how old we get. I will always love to hear him play his guitar.” Mama Blue, or Millie as I called her, had a faraway look in her eyes as she listened to her son play.

  “I’ve listened to him my entire life, too. I suppose that’s something we have in common.”

  She laughed. “I’ve got that in common with millions, but no one gets to hear the imperfections, the rough notes, or when he tunes his guitar. Those times are special to me. No matter how famous, no matter what an icon or idol, he’s my baby boy.” She released a breath and turned her head to meet my eyes. “What’s troubling you? Don’t you like it here?”

  “I’m not exactly a guest, I’m practically staff and please don’t take it the wrong way, but my job is a bit testy at the moment.” I had to watch what I said about her granddaughters.