Page 38 of Your Coffin or Mine
By the time I get back to the bed, I’ve worked out most of the soreness and bladder aches, but he still hasn’t moved.
I look down at his peen with awe. The man is laying here, spread-eagled, his jackhammer-sized dick out for all to see and the thing has got to be in the Guinness World Records. No wonder it feels like my snatch was put through a meat grinder.Visions of the night before filter through my mind of him above me and my body lights up with arousal, even through the pain.
The orgasms were worth it.Orgasms. Good god, the orgasms. I lost count sometime in the night after he woke me up a third time. Each time he made me come on his fingers, his mouth, and his cock—so much I have no clue who the real culprit is for how sore I am.
My lips curl into a satisfied smirk and I collapse on a pillow, curling up next to his chest to listen to his breathing.
My brows pull together. Wait. Is he even breathing?
On the rare times I actually shared a bed with Chad, he would snore like a freight train, and this guy, not even a peep. I look over at him again. Okay, not weird at all. His chest isn’t moving.
It’s not moving.
Oh my god, is he dead?! No way. No freaking way. I start to press a hand to his drool-worthy chest, my eyes scanning for any sign of movement. Still nothing.
Okay, what do I do? Call an ambulance! Panic begins to set in harder, and my heart gallops in my chest. What’s the number for 911 in Romania?They probably don’t even have 911.
What do I do? My hand shakes as I reach out and put my fingers to his nose. Instantly, I suck in a shaky breath and start to freak out. Oh my god, he’s not breathing. He’s dead. What the shit?! He’s dead!
His cheek twitches. “What are you doing, Aubrey?”
“Ahhhh!” Vaginal trauma completely forgotten, I am out of the bed and shaking with anxiety the next moment. “What the fuck, Vlad?!”
He peeks open one eyelid and looks at me. “Come back to bed.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I watch him rub the sleep from his eyes and yawn. “Hell no. You weren’t breathing! I thought you were dead.”
He rolls his eyes as he sits up against his black carved headboard that looks like it came out of a gothic romance novel.
“Obviously I am alive.” He holds out a hand to me while I stand trembling like a jackass. “Come here.”
I look down at the meat missile of death between his legs, my eyes widening as it twitches back to life. “No thanks, I think I’m good here. Now that you’re breathing again.”
He smiles and my stomach flip-flops, the pain between my legs doubling from the spark of arousal. “Dude. Stop doing that with your face, okay? That is so not cool.”
A frown spreads across his forehead.How are eyebrows hot, for fuck’s sake?
“I was hoping to wake you for breakfast,” he says, his gaze raking over me with a wicked glint, and I can’t help but go warm. It’s nice when a man finds you beautiful, but that thing...
“If you think we are doing anything withthattoday”—I wave my hand at his oversized genitals—“you have another thing coming. Definitely not before a hot shower.”
He leans forward and pulls me into his arms. I let him, sagging against the cool skin of his chest and breathing in the spicy scent that’s just him. He kisses the top of my head and I beam a smile. This isn’t so bad, so long as I don’t move.
His hands rub soft circles up and down my arms. “I suppose I can allow you a shower.”
I snuggle into him, ignoring how we’re both naked and the fact that his peen is hardening beneath my thigh. “You for real weren’t breathing, though. Are you okay?”
“Have a listen.”
I push my ear to his chest and sigh in relief when I hear his heartbeat.
Tilting my head back, I stare up at him and smile, then push away from him, needing space. “Weird. I’m sorry I freaked out, but you were totally sleeping like the dead.”
He wraps his arms around me again. “Do I look dead to you now?”
Shifting around, I look down and blink like a damn owl as my gaze zeros back in on his cock. “Nope,” I say, popping the P. It’s bigger than my wrist, with thick veins and a large mushroom head. “But keep that thing away from me or you will be.”
He laughs and puts a hand over his chest. “You wound me.”
