Page 28 of Don’t Fall For A Bodyguard

Payton’s skin flushed, and I reached out and traced it with my finger; from his cheekbones, down his neck, to his chest, and his abs. When I reached for Payton’s cock, the moan that erupted from his throat was the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard.

“Yes, touch me,” he whispered.

“Payton.”

I spat in my hand and jerked him off, watching his expression the whole time, relishing his sharp inhales and breathy moans. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to give him all the pleasure.

I scooted down the bed and spread his legs. And fuck, he was smooth all over. I needed to taste him. Right fucking now.

“You don’t have to?—”

Any further comment was silenced when I held his ass cheeks apart, and swiped my tongue across his tight pink hole.

“Oh fuck,” Payton groaned and grabbed hold of my hair. “Len.”

I swirled my tongue around his rim, teasing strokes, then up and over his taint, and back over his hole again. Of course, Payton tasted as heady as he looked, and now I was addicted. Pushing my face in his ass, I ate him out. He was writhing, but his grip on my hair loosened. Like he was afraid of hurting me. And then his moans quieted to barely a whisper. It was so unlike the fierce, passionate man I knew.

I swiped my tongue over his hole again and then leaned back, looking up at his face.

“Don’t hold back. If you want to tug my hair and claw at my shoulders, do it, Angel. Don’t hide. Not from me.”

“Jesus, Len, you’re going to make me come already,” Payton admitted.

I smiled at him, so wide that my cheeks hurt. “Good. Now ride my fucking face.”

Leaning back down, I settled between his thighs. This time, Payton didn’t hesitate to shove his gorgeous ass in my face. Yes. This. I was drunk on the sight and smell of him, my dick throbbing, leaking pre-cum like crazy.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned loudly, and teased his ass, licking, sucking, then fucking his hole with my tongue.

He pulled my hair—hard—and didn’t let go; the sting igniting sparks of pleasure down my spine. And when he spread his legs wider and pumped his hips, I didn’t eat his ass, I fucking worshipped it.

“Don’t stop, Len. Oh God, please, don’t stop.”

His frantic moans were so freaking sexy that I was humping the mattress, my dick desperate for friction.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice hoarse with need.

Payton’s legs began to shake, and his moans turned to whimpers.

“I’m going to come,” he panted. “Oh fuck. Oh, God.”

I didn’t let up, fucking his ass with my tongue, until his body jolted, and whimpers turned to screams. Payton was screamingmyname.

“Lennie!”

His orgasm ignited mine, and I jerked, coming hands-free. The pleasure was so intense that I was shaking hard. One year of Payton’s teasing was too much for this bodyguard to handle.

CHAPTER 10

PAYTON

This man. Lord, this man.

I often teased Lennie about his loss for words, but he was not lost for anything in bed. The total opposite. The way he took control? His dirty words and wicked tongue? He was demanding and so fucking sexy. Like when he was on the job. A total power top that made this needy bottom so happy that I could die right now and have no regrets.

But the best part? His kisses. No question, no doubt. The man knew how to kiss.

Even though I’d started to come down from my orgasm high, my heart was still beating a wild rhythm. And when Lennie collapsed beside me on the bed and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tight I could hardly breathe, I wanted to stay. Against all logic and reason, I wanted to stay.

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