His face broke out in a grin as he got in beside me and pulled up the covers around us. He turned to his side to face me and murmured, “I get to be the big spoon,” before pulling my body next to his so my ass nestledagainst his cock.
His dick jumped against my backside, and his hand skimmed up my stomach to cup my breast.
As if my body had a mind of its own, I subtly ground my ass against him and secretly loved it when I felt things grow harder. It made me feel powerful, being able to turn him on just by wiggling my butt against him.
His grasp on my boob tightened, and he grumbled in my ear, “If you don’t hold still, you’re going to find yourself getting fucked again.”
I couldn’t help but grin when I sassily replied, “Promise?”
“Guaranteed, sweetheart.”
A yelp escaped my body when he flipped me onto my stomach, and his hand came down to swat my backside. It didn’t hurt, but the sound reverberating off the bedroom walls suggested it should.
Score one for extra padding.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabe
Something felt off when I opened my eyes in the pre-dawn, and I blinked to adjust to the dim light in the room.
The cream-colored walls and dusty-pink accent pieces were foreign. And the white fluffy comforter covering my body didn’t smell familiar.
I rolled to my side and found blonde hair spread across the pillow next to me, along with a naked back. I couldn’t help but smile as the events of the night before came flooding back to me.
How I’d made the little minx lying naked next to me scream my name two more times before I finally came all over her tits.
Like she’d begged me to.
It’d been so fucking hot, I’d seen stars when the last rope of cum blasted onto her porcelain skin.
The memory had my morning wood getting even harder.
Ms. Gretchen Wainwright had been hiding a naughty side, and, being the debauched bastard that I am, I’d been more than happy to help bring it out.
I remembered falling asleep with her nuzzled against my side with her head on my chest, feeling more content than I had in a long while.
Judging by the grey light peeking through the curtains, I guessed it was around six in the morning, my usual time to wake up. But unlike my work days, I didn’t have anywhere to be until that afternoon.
I looked at the sexy woman lying next to me and was glad I didn’t have to get out of bed yet. She might be too sore for another round this morning; I’d pounded her pussy thoroughly last night, but I needed to feel her warm body against mine.
Sliding next to her, I wrapped my arm around her stomach, breathed in the now-familiar floral scent of her shampoo, and nestled my erection between the cleft of her ass. She let out a soft, “mmm,” but otherwise didn’t stir. I found myself easily falling back asleep, amazed at how relaxed I felt with her in my arms.
Not to mention the cozy, soft, pink sheets felt fucking fantastic.
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I’d dozed back off but woke up when I felt her slip out of my embrace and the mattress lift when she got out of bed. The bathroom door closed with a soft click, so it was apparent she was trying to be quiet and not wake me.
I appreciated her being considerate, but the question was, would she climb back into bed when she was done in the bathroom? I hoped so.
Hearing the door open, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. But it was hard to keep up the ruse because I could feel her gaze on me, and then she murmured something with a sigh that sounded an awful lot like, “So handsome.”
My eyes flew open at that, and I found her wearing a white fuzzy robe as she hastily stepped away from my side of the bed. Her expression was guilty, like I’d just caught her with herhand in the cookie jar, and she turned on her heel and headed toward her closet door.
“Good morning,” I called with a soft smile.
Her smile seemed forced when she stopped and looked back at me. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
