Page 78 of Ugly Duckling
In her eyes.
In her mouth.
And there was just a small amount of drool on the corner of her lips that had to be the most adorable thing I’d ever seen.
She shifted slightly, and the move pushed me just a little bit deeper inside.
I groaned, but she didn’t stir.
A gentleman would probably wake her up before he let this continue, but I hadn’t been a gentleman my entire life.
A man?
Yes.
A man who did what he wanted?
Yes.
A man who was gentle and kind?
No.
I probably would never be that.
At least, not with anyone but the ones that I loved the most.
And definitely not in this type of situation where she was wet, and my cock was buried deep.
I slowly started to move, my gaze watching her face for any sign of waking.
Nothing changed on her face.
So I moved faster.
A little bit deeper.
A little bit harder.
She twisted her head to the side and lifted her head higher, not quite awake, but definitely feeling the effects of what we were doing.
I moved slowly again, pulling out farther this time only to slide myself back in deep.
Her eyelids flickered, but she still didn’t wake.
I kept up the soft, slow rhythm until I was ready to blow, and only when I felt like I couldn’t hold on for much longer did I reach down between us and start to massage her clit with the side of my thumb.
Would she stay asleep as she came?
Would she wake up?
I couldn’t wait to find out.
She groaned when I caught her clit just right and started to slowly circle it, but her eyes stayed tightly closed.
Her nipples were pebbled and dragging deliciously against my chest hair, and I knew that it had to feel good for her.
Damn, she slept like the dead.
