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.

out of the bed I swear, but

ear and his voice husky, making me freeze.

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

taking his hand off me, but doesn’t move his

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

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

there was a knock on

“No,” I giggle.

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you.” His voice sounds more 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

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

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

open the door to the

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

use the door that opens directly into the bedroom, biting my lower lip when I see him sitting shirtless on the bed in

Whitlock was hot. He knew that, I knew

Alex demands, “Show

in place until I let go, and it drips to

I gulp, doing so, not taking my eyes off his captivating ones. He pulls me onto

I murmur breathlessly,

thing pushes against my clit, rubbing

and he uses it to raise me till my neck was in front of his mouth, and he brings trailing kisses down to my nape, while

to turn out positions such that I was lying on the bed and

his hands holding

cuffed me to the