Page 122 of Bad Run

“I don’t want to,” she pouts, her voice raspy with sleep.

“I don’t want to either.”

“But we have to,” she grumbles.

“Yup.”

“Being an adult sucks.”

My shoulders shake with laughter. “It’s not so bad.”

“That’s because you have the day off.”

“True.”

“Five more minutes.” She burrows into my arm and slides her body backward, bumping my hard cock with the crack of her ass cheeks.

Fuck. Please don’t freak out.

I clench my eyes shut and brace myself for her to jump out of bed and run away. It gets so quiet in the room I could probably hear a mouse fart.

Second tick by.

Gwen doesn’t run.

She lies still in my arms.

Too much time has passed, and now I have no fucking clue what to say.

Gwen bursts out in a fit of giggles. “You poked me in the butt.”

“Nope. You poked yourself. I was nowhere near your ass. You moved.”

“It’s fine. I get it. Morning wood.” She shrugs.

Is waking up with a hard dick in the morning natural? Of course. But if she thinks I’m hard because of biology, she’s wrong.

I’m raging hard because all I can think about is sinking into her tight pussy and fucking her until she comes all over my cock, screaming my name.

“Roll over and look at me.” With tentative movements, she turns to face me. “That’s not morning wood.”

“It’s not?” She glances at my cock.

I tilt her chin up. “No, little witch, that’s my dick wanting to get inside you.”

“He must want to be inside me really badly.”

It’s not just my dick that wants her. Every part of me screams for this woman. To be near her. Hold her. Kiss her. I want everything with her.

“You have no idea.”

Her pupils dilate, and her chest rises and falls faster. That pink tongue of hers swipes across her lips, making them shiny and even more tempting.

She has an inkling.

I push the curls off her face, taking her in. Little wrinkles mark her cheeks from sleeping on my arm, and her thick curls fall around her face in waves.

“You’re so beautiful.”