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 got

morning wood, cupcake,” Alex groaned groggily, his breath fanning against my ear and his voice husky, making me freeze. “I would suggest you stop moving against

reply, “I would stop moving if you just take your hand off me

off me,

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

done.” His eyes flutter open, and before he could catch hold of me, I get out of the

there was a knock on the door.

“No,” I giggle.

Chapter 109

Images of the last time he ‘punished me‘ made their way to me, his phantom touch lingering over my body till I

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

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

to the walk–in

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

lip when I see him sitting shirtless

King- Alex Whitlock was hot. He knew

Alex demands, “Show

the towel in place until I let go, and

doing so, not taking my eyes off his captivating ones. He pulls me onto him, till my clit

murmur breathlessly, referring to

pushes against my clit, rubbing against my

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

on me to turn out positions such that I was lying on the bed and he over me. He raises my hands above me

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

had cuffed me to