His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 109

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I woke up feeling something pressing onto my ass. Naturally, I pressed back.

When the sensation didn’t recede like I expected it to, my eyes fluttered

open.

Gabriel had gone for a shower last night just as soon as we entered his room, and in order to avoid the awkwardness I assumed would be there when he gets out, I laid down on the bed.

I fell asleep. No surprises there at all.

I woke up now, caged. My back was pressing onto Gabriel’s front, and his hand was over my torso.

His heavy hand was holding me subconsciously as he slept, and I froze, my breathing turning heavy.

We had fucked before. We had seen each other naked a few times now. But this for some reason seemed more intimate than that.

And then there was the fact that he had a hard–on, and it was pressing onto me just above my ass.

If my breathing wasn’t uneven earlier, it definitely turned now. I couldn’t comprehend how my body just reacted to his mere touch, because the second it processed- his hand around me and that erection pressing onto me, I could feeling myself getting turned on.

I tried wiggling out of the bed in order to get in the shower, but Alex’s grip was strong, as if he really was not letting me escape, even in his sleep. I somehow ended up pressing myself closer to his erection, and felt it getting harder.

I pursed my lips.

I had never been intimate enough with a guy to understand how this works, and with Alex, I liked every second of experimenting.

get out of the bed I

and his voice husky, making me freeze.

and the arousal they cause in me, somehow gaining enough composure to reply, “I

again, lazily taking his hand off me, but doesn’t

just as lazily as he took his hand off, taking my

and before he could catch hold of me, I get out of the bed, giggling, running to the shower

was a knock on the door. “Open

“No,” I giggle.

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like a promise than a threat, and I bite my lower lip. Images of the last time he ‘punished me‘ made their way to me, his phantom touch lingering over my body

door and let him fuck me senselessly, I reply, “I

time in his shower, which was so generic with a body wash that smelled

door to the walk–in

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

my body, I use the door that opens directly into the bedroom, biting my lower lip when I see him sitting shirtless on the bed in nothing but grey sweatpants, one that

Alex Whitlock was hot. He

the towel, cupcake,” Alex demands, “Show

holding the towel in place until I

doing so, not taking my eyes off his captivating ones. He pulls

I murmur breathlessly, referring

rubbing against my

my neck was in front of his mouth, and he brings trailing

out positions such that I was lying

until I realise it wasn’t his hands holding mine

cuffed me