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.

to get out of the bed I swear,

husky, making

me, somehow gaining enough composure to reply, “I would stop moving if you just take

taking his hand off me, but doesn’t

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

me, I get out of the bed, giggling, running to

knock

“No,” I giggle.

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of the last time he ‘punished me‘ made their

that door and let him fuck me senselessly, I reply, “I think I’ll

the shower. I take my sweet time in his shower, which was so generic with a body wash that smelled oddly like him. I wash my hair too, taking

I open the door to the walk–in wardrobe,

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

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

King- Alex Whitlock was hot. He knew that, I

Alex demands, “Show me

my hands shaking while holding the towel in place until I let go, and it drips to the floor, pooling

I gulp, doing so, not taking my eyes off his captivating

wet,” I murmur breathlessly, referring

rubbing against my arousal. “Yes,

uses it to raise me till my neck was in front of

I would have noticed how he used his grip on me to turn out positions such that I was lying on the bed and he over me. He raises my hands above me to the bed post, his mouth sucking on

realise it wasn’t his hands

had cuffed me to