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, but he

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 it

they cause in me, somehow gaining enough composure to reply, “I would

lazily taking his hand off me, but doesn’t

bite my lower lip, rubbing my ass against him just as lazily as he took

I

a knock on

“No,” I giggle.

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

open that door and let him fuck

shower, which was so generic with a body wash that smelled oddly

to

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

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

Whitlock was hot.

towel, cupcake,” Alex

towel in place until I let go, and it drips to the

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

murmur breathlessly, referring to

against my clit, rubbing against my arousal.

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

out positions such that

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

cuffed me to