“Oh, come on. It’s massive. You must know that. I can’t take that up there.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Well, luckily for you, I’m fucking obsessed with this pussy.” He palms it, his hand cupping me as he holds me there for a long moment.

Then he moves his hand up to my belly and protectively rests his arm over it.

“Did it help?” he asks.

“What?”

“The sex? Are you more relaxed?”

I laugh.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Better than wine, huh?”

Then he adds, “I’m going to fuck the stress out of you every day. More than once. It’s my duty as your bodyguard to ensure you’re relaxed and ready to react sensibly in any situation, and I take my duties seriously.”

My mouth twitches up into a smile as my eyes close.

11. Samuel

Chapter 11

Samuel

Why the fuck did I ask her to call me Reaperman? That’s not some kink I have. It’s not a weird thing I normally have where I like to get off to the name my fellow warriors gave me. It just felt as if I wanted her to say the name I’m most accustomed to these days.

I wonder if she’ll think I’m fucked up.

Then again... I am kind of fucked up. I like it a bit nasty, and we haven’t even scratched the surface yet.

She stirs in my arms, making a soft sound, and I hold her closer. My hand drifts up to her luscious tits. She doesn’t like them, I can tell. Probably thinks they’re too small. Why do all women think all men are obsessed with big tits? We just like tits. Full stop. Hers are pert and firm with perky, pink nipples that I want to bite and suck until she can’t take it.

Christ her pussy, though. She came so hard she almost strangled my cock. It’s so perfect, and when she gets turned on, she gets wet as fuck and swollen too. My mouth waters. I want to eat her again. I can’t go down on her while she’s sleeping, though. Not yet. We’re too new, and I’d have to make sure she’d be okay with shit like that.

I can’t resist letting my hand drift down there, though, and feeling her. She’s still wet.

Her moan goes right to my dick. She pushes against my hand and moves her lower body. She’s rubbing herself on me. Is she awake?

I whisper her name. No response. Should I move my hand? Yeah, I should move my hand.