Page 46 of Guarding Glenda

Everything from my hips to my toes tingled as she rode me. I moved my hand from her hip to her swollen clit.

She gasped between her soft moans. They were both sweet and hot as fuck. She leaned down, bracing her palms on my chest. She quickened her pace.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”

“Leigh. Ohh, mmm,” she said, panting. “I’m gonna…”

Rubbing her clit a little harder, I gritted my teeth, raising my hips to match her pace. “Come for me, Glenda.”

She moaned loudly this time. Her pussy pulsed around me, and my own orgasm shot out. Her pussy milked me as she squeezed around me and she moaned as her brow pinched. Her face was so hot as she came.

Her channel stopped choking me so I grabbed her hips, slamming her down onto me one last time to get the last little bit of mine out. I roared through clenched teeth then my head fell to the pillow as she fell onto me.

I wrapped my arms around her slick body and held her close as we caught our breath.

Once I could breathe a little, I gripped her chin to lift her face. “Beautiful.” I pulled her closer, but she jerked her chin away. “What?”

She moved her face. “I need to brush my teeth.”

Rolling us, I pinned her arms to the bed. My dick slipped out of her but I lay over her and dropped my mouth to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She giggled but finally met my tongue with hers.

After I was satisfied with my morning kiss, I told her, “I had my whole face in your cunt last night. I’m not worried about morning breath. Plus,” I gave her another peck. “You still taste good in the morning.”

“Fair.”

I pecked her nose then climbed off to get rid of the condom. My boxer briefs were still on my legs so I tugged them up so I could walk and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I took her a wet washcloth and wiped her down.

“Why do you do that?” she asked.

“So I can look at your pretty pussy.”

Her brow shot up.

“Just cleaning you up.”

“You’re a good caretaker, ya know that?”

“I aim to please.”

She stretched then sat up. “I need to go pee.”

“I’ll make coffee.”

I went to the kitchen to give her some privacy and fix a pot of coffee. Bruce was still outside. It was already nine thirty. I probably would have slept longer if Bruce hadn’t woken us up.

I was pulling mugs from the cabinet when she walked in, checking her phone; a surge of possession washed over me when I noticed she had my t-shirt on from the night before.

Grabbing a handful of the shirt, I yanked her to me. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. She put the phone on the counter and giggled.

“That’s hot. I think you should only wear my shirts.” My hands roamed down. “And no panties. This is how you should be all the time.”

Her hands went to my chest as the coffee percolated behind me. “How about when I’m here and it’s just us? Unless it’s cold. Then I may need pants.”

“When are you not going to be here?”

She sucked in a deep breath, licking her lips. “Well, when I’m at the clubhouse, or therapy. I don’t suppose I’ll be out much alone for a while.”