Page 42 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

Lennie pushed all the way inside, and I was so damn full. With the added height of my heels, I dropped my weight to my forearms, changing the angle, taking him deeper.

“Want you,” Lennie groaned and punched his hips forward, rutting into me. “So fucking bad.”

“Lennie.”

“I’m gonna give you everything you need, Angel.”

“All I need is you.”

Lennie gripped my hips and pounded my ass, his cock nailing my prostate with every thrust. The headboard banged against the wall, making a racket, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was so good, and I loved how I was totally at Lennie’s mercy in this position. All I could do was take the fucking. And I was damn greedy for it.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” Lennie punctuated each word with a snap of his hips.

“Yes!”

I reached down to take my dick in hand, but Lennie got there first, jerking me off with his calloused grip, all the while never letting up, fucking into me at a frantic pace. Sweat was trickling down my neck and back as the pleasure grew sharper, stronger.

Dropping my head onto my arms, I gave in; to the awesome pleasure, to the heady touch of Lennie’s hands, his cock, his everything. I was surrounded by his hot, heavy body, and it was fucking amazing.

“Come for me, Angel.”

Two, three more strokes of my cock, and I was there, crying out when my orgasm unleashed. Lennie wasn’t far behind me, shouting my name and coming hard, filling me up with his cum.

We were both a panting, sweaty mess. He ran his hands over my body and more shockwaves rolled through me. It was like he couldn’t get enough. And he wasn’t the only one. Then he massaged my back, my ass. My knees were about to give out at any moment.

“You fucked me so good I can’t feel my legs,” I whispered.

Lennie chuckled, slowly pulled out, and wrapped me up in his arms, holding me steady.

“My husbandly duty for the day is done.”

God, this man. I held onto him, feeling safe and treasured. More shakes, and a total-body shiver washed over me. Lennie’s cum was dripping out of my hole, and I loved it. Loved that he’d marked me. It brought a level of intimacy to sex that I’d yet to experience. And I wanted more.

Suddenly, he scooped me up, bridal style, and walked us to the bathroom.

“I don’t know if I can get this latex off,” I whispered. “With all the sweat, it feels like it’s super-glued to my skin.”

“Let me help you.”

He gently placed me on my feet and then turned me around. The heels came off first. Then the top. It was a bit of a struggle given my sticky skin, but we got there. The skirt, however, was bunched around my waist. We eased it off, inch by inch, until finally, I was free.

And then I was standing naked in front of my husband. OMG, I had a husband.

Let that sink in, Payton. You’re a married man.

“Thank you,” I whispered and reached up to kiss him.

Lennie resisted for a second. “You sure you want to kiss me right now?”

“I want to kiss you always,” I replied and cupped his face. “Especially after you eat my ass. I’m a dirty boy, or haven’t you figured that out yet, darling?”

There was no holding back for either of us after that.

Lennie

After a long shower and another make-out session, Payton and I finally managed to unglue ourselves and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

Finnigan was lying on top of the sofa, giving us a green glare that told me he was not happy about the sounds coming out of Payton’s bedroom. Too bad. The cat would have to get used to me being here. And also, he’d have to get used to visiting my place.

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