Glydon’s POV
“You're ethereal. You're stunning, and I hate that you were there at that club in the midst of murderers. Don't ever leave my sight again.” He whispered.
“OK” I mumbled.
“Come here” He said, pulling me closer to him.
He ran his hands to my chest region, grabbed my breasts, and squeezed softly, I felt moist in between my legs, and I shuddered at the feelings of what Vincent was doing to me.
I turned me to him, and there was no space left in between our faces. Our breathes caught each other, and he grabbed my chin and buried his lips on mine. Our tongues rolled together, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to his body, squeezing my butts hard, his fingers traveled down in between my butt crack, feeling the wetness dripping put of my hole. I felt as his middle
