Miss Kay's Bodyguard

Tina Kay moves through her day with a shadow beside her—Joss Lescaf, tall, dark, built to protect her. The heat between them has little to do with work. It flares whenever his eyes drop to her feet, her shoes kicked aside, toes painted, small and perfectly shaped. She likes the way his large hands dwarf them, the way he draws one to his mouth and sucks each toe until she sighs. He likes the way her arches fit along the length of his cock, long and thick, dark against the pale skin of her foot. She strokes him slowly, holding him between both feet, sliding up the shaft until he throbs and a bead of precum leaves a wet trail across her instep. When she can’t wait any longer she turns, lifts her hips, offers herself. He presses the broad head against her tight ring and pushes, stretching her inch by inch until he’s buried deep in her ass. She grips the sheets, breath short, as he begins to thrust. The rhythm stays steady and hard, his hands holding her waist while her body takes every inch. Her breasts swing with each stroke, nipples hard, and every time he drives forward she feels the power behind it, the size that fills her completely. She reaches back, pulls one cheek wider so he can sink even deeper. When he finally pulls out he paints her lower back with hot streaks, leaving her trembling, toes curling against the sheets.