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.

of the bed I swear, but he just

voice husky, making me freeze.

they cause in me, somehow gaining enough composure to reply, “I would stop moving if you

off me, but doesn’t move his body any

lazily as he took his hand off, taking my sweet time getting up and sitting straight

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

knock on the door. “Open

“No,” I giggle.

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my lower lip. Images of the last time he ‘punished me‘ made their way to me, his phantom

wanted to open that door and let him fuck me senselessly, I reply, “I think I’ll take

a body wash that smelled oddly like him. I wash my hair too, taking even longer, till I was done

door to the walk–in

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

when I see him sitting shirtless on the bed in

Alex Whitlock was hot. He knew that, I

towel, cupcake,” Alex demands,

place until I let go, and it drips to the

doing so, not taking my eyes off his captivating ones. He pulls me onto him, till my clit was right above the bulge in

wet,” I murmur breathlessly, referring to my dripping

clit, rubbing against

raise me till my neck was in front of

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

moan until I realise it wasn’t his hands holding mine to the bedpost, it

cuffed me to