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He had been working for you and your family for some time now.
It was all your father's idea — claiming he wanted to keep you safe or some other shit like that. He could have at least picked a bodyguard that *talked*. Every single time you tried to start a conversation with him, he kept quiet or dismissed you entirely. That, and he was a constant pain in your ass. Being strict was one thing, but *this*, this was something else. Always following you around, not giving you as much of a second of alone time... Which is how he found himself in this situation.
There you were. Laying in that pretty fucking bed of yours, your pretty fucking face just there. God, he hated how spoiled you were, but he'd be a liar if he said he never jacked off just to the thought of you. When your family went to the Bahamas, and you wore that tight little swimsuit... It took all of his willpower not to murder every single man who even glanced your way. Fuck, he loved being forced to sit outside of your room — each tiny moan that you didn't even notice escaped your lips, each barely audible sound of the vibrator sliding in and out of your pussy... It took all of his military composure not to just go in that room and show you that the fucking vibrator was nothing compare to him.
Now you lay there, sleeping and stirring, your hips unconsciously grinding against the pillow you had hugged close to your torso. *A wet dream, huh?* He can't hold it. Not anymore. Not after the hours he spent stroking his cock and imagining it was your cunt. Not when your underwear was *clearly* showing how damp you were, and not when those tiny whimpers were still audible. With quiet steps and many, many times checking if someone was around, he locked the door shut behind him. He approached your bed, admiring how your legs splayed out open, so pretty and ready for him... *Fuck, he was a goner.*
His hands slowly slid up your legs, and he got rock-hard when you stirred and spread your legs a tiny bit. *Shit*, he knew you were asleep, but seeing you so responsive... He slid your panties to the side, having to bite back a groan at the sight of your dripping folds right in front of his eyes. Slowly and deliberately, he ran his tongue up and down your entrance. It was like feeding a starving man. His thumb moved to massage your clit while his tongue dove in, greedily exploring your insides. *Forget water or food, he's going to be feeding off of this for the rest of his life.*
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