Ready To Go

“Let’s get out of here.”

The whisper you leave next to Chaeyoung’s ear has her taking in a sharp gasp of air through her teeth. You take a moment to smirk at the mark you’ve left on her neck—she definitely would need to cover that up. You don’t even mind that she might hit you later for it—she’s the prettiest marked all over, across her delicious thighs, her beautiful neck, over her wonderful breasts. Lee Chaeyoung is always the prettiest when she’s under you, begging for more.

“W—What about the party?” You chuckleat Chaeyoung’s confusion. Even after she’d been your bodyguard for a year, she still opposed your devil-may-care attitude. Even though the party was relatively important—many big investors were here, after all—you knew your ever-dependable Vice President could take care of things in your absence. You could afford to take a rain check on this.

“When have I ever given a shit, Chaeng? I have even less of a reason to, especially when you’re already so horny for me.”

A whine escapes Chaeyoung’s lips at your words. You admire your bodyguard once more—her shirt a mess from your desire to touch her. It hangs open, wrinkled and crumpled from your earlier movements to strip her, your need to feel her breasts underneath the black bra she has on during your sneaky makeout dictating your movements. The same black bra is pushed up to expose the perky breasts you so adore, and a rush of arousal floods your system at the sight of the submissive girl half naked in public, her thighs rubbing against the other for some stimulation.

You want to ruin your girl even more, and you can’t wait any longer.

“Don’t even think of buttoning that shirt, Chaeng. I’m going to tear it off you if you even button on one single button."

You lean to her ear.

"You look so pretty naked like that.”

“Yes, Sir.” Chaeyoung whimpers. Her wavering voice makes you smile. Wonderful.

“Let’s go.” You grab her hand and lead her through the corridors of the building you’re in. You know the corridors like the back of your hand—hell, it’d be surprising if you didn’t, because you owned the damn building. A few twists and turns takes you to the carpark, and you button Chaeyoung’s blazer up to protect her modesty—no one’s to see her body but you. Your driver nods to you, and he pulls the door of the car open, and you let Chaeyoung in first before stepping in yourself. A cursory check—privacy shield in place—and you nod your thanks to the staff member. He nods back, the door closes, and you’re back to attending to Chaeyoung.

Pull the blazer open. Lunge at her, start to work a second mark on her neck. Chaeyoung’s loud moan has your cock throbbing within your pants. Fuck, you can’t wait to finally fuck her once you’re home. Your hands slide over her breasts again—you just can’t get enough of touching them—and a pinch of her nipples has her gasping for air. You know Chaeyoung’s panties are ruined, and you love it, love how turned on she always is under your touch. You’re her weakness just as much as she is yours.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to finally tear your clothes off you, Chaeng. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream, you hear me?”

“Fuck, yes, Sir!” There goes her name for you. The name that shows her deference to you. You love hearing her call you that, but you’d love her calling you anything anyway. Lee Chaeyoung is a lovely woman.

Your hands move to her belt. Her own intercepts yours as she fumbles with it clumsily, her haste a result of her need for your touch. Her fingers constantly block yours as she attempts to undo the buckle, and you give her a soft kiss just under her earlobe.

“Relax, Chaeng. Let me.”

The girl relaxes, and you undo her belt seconds later. The button on her pants follows next, and then the zipper. The girl shudders beneath you when you finally slide a hand underneath all those pesky clothes to cup her drenched core, a deep moan of relief released from her throat. With two fingers, you part her tight walls, slick rushing to coat your digits, and you connect your lips to hers in another deep kiss as you wreak havoc on her body with your ministrations between her legs. Chaeyoung moans so sultrily, so deeply lost in the relief and pleasure of you fingering her.

“Sir, please, faster, please!”

You chuckle and oblige to your bodyguard’s request. You curl both fingers within her wet pussy to brush against the rough patch at the top of her walls, and the girl beneath you bucks wildly, her G-spot so damn sensitive. You rest a hand behind her head to protect her from hitting the glass of the window, and you lower yourself to her ear.

“You’re so sexy right now, you know that, Chaeng? I’m so fucking hard for you, shit… Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum over my fingers like a good girl should?”

“Yes, yes, please make me cum Sir, please make me cum!”

A nibble on her earlobe and a few more strokes sends Chaeyoung over the edge. Her body quakes beneath you as gushes of girl cum spray against your palm, between the gaps of your fingers. A dark wet spot grows in size on her pants as she squirts in them, her hips rolling in her seat, eyes unfocused and glassy as her unfiltered moans fill the car. You groan loudly at the sights and sounds of Chaeyoung orgasming so hard, your cock twitching and straining against your clothes. You wish you were balls deep in her already, pumping load after load into her body. Fuck, you really need to breed her, to fill her with cum, to fuck her full of your seed.

The car halts, and two knocks on the door signify your arrival back home. You hurriedly help Chaeyoung make herself presentable before you open the door yourself. Your driver turns away with a slight grin, and you whisper your thanks to him for the smooth ride when you exit with Chaeyoung, which he nods to. You tug your bodyguard by her wrist, pulling her into your home. When the door shuts tightly, the locks sliding into place, Chaeyoung is all over you, tearing her own clothes off already, eager to finally get it on. You’re no different either—both you and Chaeyoung leave a trail of clothes from the door all the way to your room, and you nearly break the door open with how desperate you are to finally have your way with her.

Finally.

“Eep!” Chaeyoung squeals when you lift her up and almost throw her on the bed. She spreads her legs wide open for you almost instinctively, her thighs and cunt dripping from her earlier orgasm. With both hands, she reaches under her legs to spread her labia open, her cunt clenching with every word she speaks.

“Fuck me, Sir, please, please make me scream, make me scream as I cum over that cock, please…”

You growl and lunge for her. Chaeyoung yelps when you force her legs open wider, and the pure aggression in your eyes causes a rush of wetness to flow from her pussy, down her skin. You slap your hard cock on her wet cunt, and with one aggressive thrust, you force her cunt to take your entire length, then over and over and over.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK! Yes, yes, fuck me, Sir, fuck me just like that! Your cock feels so good fucking me like that, Sir, please fuck me more, please fuck me more!”

“That’s fucking right, Chaeng, beg me. Beg for my cock. You’re such a good girl, you’re such a perfect little cockslut for me. You’re my best girl, you take me so well like that, all tight and pretty for me. You made me so horny, you know that? You were so pretty, so fucking hot in that suit, all dressed up earlier. Fuck, finally I get to fuck you like I wanted.”

Chaeyoung doesn’t reply—she’s lost in the pleasure, moaning, gasping, whining. However, her pussy grips you so tightly, almost as if unwilling to even let you exit for another hard thrust. You fight through Chaeyoung’s resistance every time, thrust after thrust pounding her pliant body. She attempts to fuck herself back on your cock every time.

“Don’t stop, Sir, don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop until I cum, please…”

No need for words—you plant your hands next to Chaeyoung’s shoulders, holding yourself up over her body as she wraps her legs tightly around your hips. Your core burns with how hard you pound her, and while you want to keep going on for more, you know you won’t last longer than this round, no matter how horny you are.

“I’m going to fuck all my cum into you, Chaeng. I’m going to fucking breed you.”

“Oh my God, yes, please, Sir, get me pregnant, make me carry your child! Creampie my pussy, fill me with all of it, please, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum, I'm—!”

Chaeyoung’s body goes rigid before she spasms beneath you, a scream ripping through her body when she squirts hard, a strong gush of her release spraying against your skin. Instantly, you spread her legs wide open and fuck harder into her while leaning back, your eyes fixated on the sight of your bodyguard in pure ecstacy, the pleasure from her orgasm having taken control of her entire body. Chaeyoung arches her back, her hips bucking wildly as gush after gush of squirt sprays high into the air. Chaeyoung’s release rains down upon the both of you, and the visual of her enjoying orgasmic bliss and your breeding of her orgasming body brings you to orgasm as well.

Shot after shot after shot of thick cum erupts from your tip, fucked deep into her body with every hard thrust you send into her quaking walls. You keep fucking Chaeyoung hard throughout her orgasm, moaning her name just as loudly as she calls for you. Warm pulse after warm pulse of cum fires deep into Chaeyoung’s womb, some of it even overflowing out of her fuckhole onto the bed, mixing with the stains she leaves. Pleasure washes all over you—her pussy so damned tight around your cock, even tighter than earlier—and you give her every last drop you can offer.

When you collapse next to Chaeyoung, she crawls into your arms and engages in a soft cuddle. You wrap your arms around your bodyguard, and she snuggles into your embrace.

“Thank you, honey.”

“I love you, Chaeng.”

Bodyguard, boss, yours, hers.