Page 40 of Hire A Cuddler

She rubs against me again. Fuck me, I’m not going to survive this.

“Haven, baby, wake up.”

I know the instant she becomes alert because her whole body tautens on top of me. She knows what she’s been doing without me having to tell her. She moans and leans her face against my bare chest. “Oh my God, kill me now.”

I’m taking deep breaths, trying to control my breathing because I’m seconds from coming in my shorts. “It’s okay.”

She groans and shakes her head. “Oh my God, it’s not okay. I’m humping your leg in my sleep, King. It’s definitely not okay.”

She tries to jerk away from me, but I hold on to her, refusing to let her go. I feel that we’ve come so far, and there’s no way I’m letting this set us back. “Stop, you’re not going anywhere.”

She stops struggling, but she won’t look at me. “This is so embarrassing, please just let me get up.”

This is going to be torture for me, but I don’t care. I need to turn this situation around before she tries to hide from me the rest of the day. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

“Arrgh.” She groans again.

I use my body to force her on her back andhover over her. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me. I have my hands on hers, and I’m holding them to the mattress over her head. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

She clenches her eyes shut. “I was having a dream and…” She stops talking and shakes her head side to side.

I lean down and whisper to her, “And what… you were having a dream and what, peaches?”

“I was dreaming we were… you know.”

I raise my knee up the bed, right to her core, and her hips flex under me. She’s practically vibrating.

“You need to come, don’t you?”

Her eyes fly open, and I reassure her, “No pressure… but I could make you come, Haven. Let me take care of you.”

“But—”

I interrupt her. “No sex, not until you're ready. I’ll use my mouth and my hands, that’s it.”

She lifts her head as I keep rotating my knee along her swollen clit. “Your mouth?”

I nod, and I’m practically salivating to get a taste of her.

When she doesn’t answer, I try not to plead, but even I can hear it in my voice. “You can tell me no.I’ll let you up, and you can forget this ever happened. Or you can let me do this… let me taste you.”

I’m cheating because I nudge my leg along her swollen core, and she tosses her head back. “I need—”

She stops talking, and I lean down. “Tell me, Haven. Tell me what you need… what you want.”

“I need to come,” she confesses with her eyes shut.

“Look at me. I need you to look at me and say it.”

She opens her eyes and stares up at me. I search for any type of hesitancy or denial, but all I see is desire. She’s eaten up with it. “I need to come, husband.”

Now it’s my turn. The guttural groan comes from deep in my chest, and my cock gets harder. Her calling me husband is my undoing.

I inhale deeply and let it out slowly, hoping to gain some control of my body’s reaction to her. This is all about her.

While looking into her eyes, I trail my hand down her body. I slide my fingers under the waistband of her underwear, and she sucks in a breath.

“It’s okay,” I tell her.

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