Page 125 of Ruthless Chaos
I stay still so I don’t wake her.
After the night she had, she deserves all the sleep she can get. Today is a national holiday too, so we have the luxury of sleeping in.
Well, she does.
The blinds hanging from the windows do little to block out the morning sun’s rays. Her blond hair looks golden. The sun is pressing tiny kisses all over her face, leaving specks of gold on her beautiful skin.
I wrap my arms tighter around her. She’s warm and soft.
Her body fits perfectly against mine. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I relish the smell of her hair as it fills my nostrils. This is the best morning I’ve had in alongtime.
I wouldn’t mind waking up to this again.
I can’t fight what I feel for her anymore. Alize is mine. I’ve been drawn to her from the moment I laid eyes on her—there’s something about her that’s justsoaddictive.
The more I try to outrun it, the deeper I get sucked in.
She’s inevitable.
She sighs in her sleep and snuggles closer to me, pushing her curvy ass against my cock. Fuck, I can’t believe Ichosenot to fuck her last night. She begged me, and I said no.
It was the right thing to do.
There’s no fucking way I was going to have sex with her I after what I saw happening on that stage. Plus, Ipaidfor her. EvenIknow that’s fucked up.
It reminded me too much of those sex slave auctions I’ve seen.
In the end, I got a show—adamngood one, too. Watching her experience pleasuring herself for the first time was like a drug.
Blood rushes to my cock just thinking about it.
She was wild, uninhibited, primal even.
I can’t say I’ve ever cared about how much a girl wanted me—they always did. It usually only ever mattered if I wanted them.
But with Alize, it’s so electrifying that sheneedsme.
I could get off on that alone.
Loosening an arm from around her, I ghost my palm over her leg. Her skin is smooth, tempting. She stirs under my touch, goosebumps prickling her skin.
Did I wake her?
She lets out a breathy sigh but doesn’t rouse.
I continue my exploration, sliding my hand along her body to her breasts. I take one in my palm, trailing my fingers over the pebbled peak of her nipple. Though the thin fabric of her lingerie is in the way, I pinch lightly, rolling it between my thumb and index finger.
Alize sighs again, her body arching into my touch.
My hand moves closer to the junction of her thighs. Her breaths grow shallow, and her lips part when my fingers brush the fabric of her panties.
Her pussy is warm to the touch.
I smirk. Even in her sleep, she’s horny for me.
Moving the lingerie aside, I slip my fingers between her warm folds. Already, she’s slick and wet, ready. My cock rages against my slacks, desperate for a taste of her warm, wet flesh.
Trailing my lips against the side of her neck, I work her core with my fingers.
