Page 49 of Sergeant O'
I’d decided long ago that Jade was the type of woman you married, and marriage was nowhere on my radar. I know it sounded stupid, but someday I would be ready, and I didn’t want to have ruined my shot with her by being the guy she’d fooled around with once.
But I’d never shared a bed with her before. This was all unchartered territory.
As I warred with myself about what to do, I noticed her breathing was even and slow. My decision had been made for me.
I closed my eyes and tried to take comfort in just being near her while willing myself to sleep.
It must have worked because soon I found myself having the most amazing sex dream about Jade. Her firm tits fit perfectly in my hands as I nuzzled her neck and ground my dick against the cleft in her ass.
I was just about to pull her panties to the side and thrust inside her heat when I realized…
I wasn’t dreaming.
I was in the middle of the bed, and I’d pulled her back to my front. And my hands were actually fondling her tits.
“What the—” I whispered as I jerked my hands away like I’d just been burned.
Fuck!
I’m molesting Jade in her sleep!
Shit, damn, fuck!
I lay there stone-still as I tried to devise a plan to extract my arm out from under her without waking her.
I turned onto my back and slowly moved it when she rolled over and nuzzled against my side with her leg thrown over mine. Then she stroked my hard cock over my pajama pants, and I closed my eyes tight, arguing with myself about whether I should stop her or let her keep going.
Then she mumbled, “Mmm, Garrett, yes,” before flopping over to her other side and moaning softly.
It was hot as hell.
But who the fuck is Garrett?
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Jade
I woke up when I felt myself pulled toward the center of the bed. For a millisecond, I forgot I was at a motel in Virginia and panicked—ready to put my self-defense training classes to good use.
Then I remembered where I was, and more importantly, who was trying to spoon me.
He didn’t say anything, so neither did I, as his arms came around me and he pressed his hard dick against my ass.
I figured he thought our actions were doing the talking, and I was all for it. Words right now would only get in the way.
Yeah, it was reckless. I knew I was playing with fire and had a ninety-nine percent chance of getting burned. But then he palmed my tits in his hands and nuzzled his face in my neck, and my poor, neglected pussy made the decision that it would be worth it.
Pressing back against his cock, I let out a soft whimper.
That’s when he froze.
A second later, he mumbled, “What the—” and jerked his hands away.
I realized then that he hadn’t been coming on to me; he’d been dreaming, and I just happened to be the body next to him in bed.
When he realized what he was doing, and with whom, he wanted no part of it.
I felt like a fool.
