Page 34 of Pooh

“Love your hand, baby,” Pooh murmurs in my ear while tightening his arm around me.

With my back still pressed to his front, I tell him, “I have a fantasy that I get to jack you off while watching you come all over my hand. You don’t touch me at all. You just lay back and enjoy and let me do what I want. Can you give me that, Pooh?” I ask as I feel his cock jerk hard.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Do whatever you want.”

I turn to him and look into those beautiful hazel eyes. At the moment, they are more green than brown and they are glowing with heat. Sleepy, sexy heat. He’s beautiful and I want to see more of him.

I push the covers off of us and swing my leg over his so I’m straddling his thighs. I pull his briefs down until they’re under my ass and not covering the good parts of him. His cock is hard, beautiful and huge. He’s trimmed neatly and everything looks delicious. I watch in fascination as his cock jerks at the visual treatment it’s receiving.

I reach with both hands and whip Pooh’s t-shirt off over my head and toss it on the floor beside us. My female ego gets a boost when I hear Pooh’s gasp and his hands reach reflexively toward my girls. I push his hands to his sides and hold them there for a moment until he gets the hint. I touch him, not the other way around. For now, anyway.

“Fuck, babe, you’re pierced,” Pooh says in a low, anguished voice while staring hard at my nipples. I know the tiny hoops are a shock to him. But I love nipple play and I pull on them while getting myself off. I’ll be begging Pooh to do that too at some point.

“Yeah, baby, I’m full of surprises. Keep your hands at your sides, Pooh. I’m going to jack you now,” I order.

I take a firm hold on his rock hard cock and give it a nice long pull. I slide my hand up and down its length and then use my thumb to swipe across the head to pick up the moisture leaking from it. I use that to lube his shaft and continue to glide my fist up and down. Pooh groans, long and loud, and it makes me tingle all over.

I use my left hand to grasp his ball sack and give it a tug. That gets another groan from Pooh’s throat and his whole body gives a jerk.

“Close your eyes, Pooh, and just enjoy.”

“Fuck no, I’m not closing my eyes! I want to see your face, your tits, while you jerk me off. Don’t stop, baby, give me more.”

So, I do. I give him the best hand job of my life and it doesn’t take long before his breathing changes and I know he’s close. I amp up my efforts and watch in fascination when he blows. Come shoots out of him and lands on my hand and his stomach and his body convulses in pleasure. I don’t stop my hand movements until his body relaxes. When I meet his eyes, his are soft and drooping a little. While staring at him, I lift my hand and swipe my tongue across my finger, tasting him. His eyes shoot open and a sexy fucking grin hits his mouth. I got my fantasy and he got off. Best morning ever!

After cleaning up and grabbing a coffee to go, Pooh walked me to my car. I texted Tammy that I was getting ready to leave, but never received a response. Pooh said he’d make sure she got home safely if Trigger couldn’t give her a ride. I’m more than a little shocked at Tammy but she’s an adult and I loved the smile on her face last night. I just don’t want to hear details. None. Ever.

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I spend a quiet day at home, cleaning the house and doing my laundry. I have a busy week lined up at New Horizons so I know I need to get these things done or they may not get done, period. My hands might be busy dusting and mopping but my thoughts are all on Pooh. His lean, muscled body, beautiful eyes rimmed in thick black lashes and his killer smile. I swear I can feel my panties melting off every time he levels that smile at me.

More than all of that, though, he is a nice guy. He checks off all my boxes of what I want in a man. I’m not biker savvy and I just assumed that most bikers were degenerate criminals that are a blight on society. I am ashamed of myself for those thoughts. Not just about Pooh, but his club members also. Each and every one of them that I have met has been very nice. I’m not saying they are perfect, or angels, but they have stepped up and helped me and New Horizons without asking for anything in return. I’ve been judgmental and that’s so wrong. I vow to open my mind and do better in the future.

The house is clean, laundry done and I’m popping a microwave meal in for dinner when my phone pings. I scoop it up and see a text from Margie, a weekend worker at New Horizons.

Margie: Katrena brought a guy here and he spent the night. Still sleeping. Craig never saw and I have him in the backyard playing now.

Me: WTF? Keep Craig away so he doesn’t see her and him. Be there in a few.

Margie: Will do. Sorry to ruin your day off.

Me: You didn’t. Thanks, love.

I grab my purse and keys and hit my garage. I’m fuming mad at Katrena for breaking the house rules and for not caring about her son. I know I have to make some hard decisions about her and I have to do them soon. With Craig’s dad in jail, Katrena could have moved back to their home but chose to stay at New Horizons instead. I realize now, a little too late, that it was, in part, for the babysitting and little else. Something more is happening with her and I need to get to the bottom of it and now.

When I arrive at New Horizons, I see Craig and Margie playing with his trucks in the backyard. Craig shouts hi and waves at me and I return it while entering the house. Walking into the kitchen and dining room area, I spot a male figure sitting at the dining room table with Katrena straddling his lap. They are making out and obviously don’t care that Craig could walk in and see them.

“What the hell, Katrena? You know this isn’t allowed here. Your friend needs to leave and he needs to do it right the fuck now!” I snap out.

The man pulls his head back from Katrena and looks around her to see me. With a sneer on his face, he speaks.

“More than enough of me to go around, if you’re jealous, woman. Wait your turn and I’ll make your day.”

Katrena has enough sense to slide off of him and turn to face me. She looks like hell. Smeared makeup, bedhead hair, rumpled clothes. And she looks high.

“Hey, Pippa. I didn’t think you’d be here today. We’ll be heading out in a few,” she says.

“He needs to leave right now and you and I need to have a chat in my office,” I inform her.

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