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I exhale a contented moan, and whimper slightly when he places a warm cloth between my legs.

“Oh, that’s so nice.”

His touch is soft, so achingly gentle, it seeps into my bloodstream and drags me under. I try to open my eyes, but they are too heavy, my body too weak.

“Rider,” I say again.

“Shh,” he whispers as the mattress dips beside me, and the next thing I know, he’s spooning me from behind, his warm hard body pressed against mine, taking me deeper and deeper into a place where nothing exists but this man.

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Many hours later, I peel my eyes open, and nearly jump from my bed when a warm body shifts beside me. Memories from last night infiltrate my sleepy brain, and I roll to my side. The second I look at the man stretched out, his bronzed body hard and beautiful, my need for him catches me off guard. My God, he did the most beautiful things for me, and to me, last night, and instead of reciprocating, I fell asleep in his strong, protective arms.

Guilt eats at me, but it’s short-lived, because as I take in this sleeping man, I understand last night played out the way he wanted it too. He wanted to take care of me, and got as much enjoyment out of it as I did.

Well, that’s fine. But this morning is all about him, and no way am I going to spend one moment examining how happy I am that he hadn’t snuck out under the cover of darkness.

But I might spend two.

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Rider

I moan as my cock thickens, a warm mouth doing the most delicious things to my body. I shift in the bed, half asleep, and move against my pillow. I grip the headboard slats, and groan. Fuck, I must be dreaming. If I am, I sure as hell don’t want to wake up. Not when I feel this good.

The soft moan from between my legs pulls me wider awake, and I blink my eyes open. I lift my head and my heart jumps at the gorgeous sight of Jules nestled between my legs, her lush lips around my cock.

“Jesus,” I say and Jules glances up at me, her long hair falling over her shoulders as she worships my cock. “Jules…” My voice is hoarse and breathless, but it’s not from sleep.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Yeah.” Christ, she’s reduced me to one-word responses.

“I figured since you put me to sleep like this, it’s only fair I wake you up the same way.”

“I like the way you think,” I murmur, and grab a fistful of her hair. I tug until her lips part, and she dips her head and takes me to the back of her throat. “That feels so good, babe.”

“Mmm,” she moans, one hand fisting me as the other goes to my balls. She rubs softly, gently, and works both her mouth and hand over my hard length. Man, how I’d love to wake up like this every morning—with her. But I don’t do sleepovers.

You just did, dude.

But I can’t think about that right now. Not when Jules is working my cock like it’s her goddamn job. “You are so good at that.”

My encouraging words do something to her, and she takes me deeper, until she’s choking a bit. I grip her hair and try to pull her back, but she won’t have any of that.

“Oh my fuck,” I say and hold on for the ride.

My body tightens, every sensation centered between my legs as she licks the pre-cum from my crown and moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“You’re killing me, baby,” I moan, and her soft chuckle reverberates straight to my balls and brings on an orgasm. I tug on her hair to move her off me, but she shakes me off. Oh man, is this really happening? I never come down a woman’s throat, but goddammit, I want to fill this woman with my cum. I want in her body, everywhere. I want a part of me in her when I leave her place today, and that is totally fucked up.

Unable to hold it back, I spurt my seed into her, and she gulps and swallows and tries to drink me all in, but I’m coming so hard I spill out of her. My body spasms, and convulses and I lift from the pillow to see her pretty face as she laps at me. I finally stop coming, and this time I’m able to tug her off me. She keeps her hands on my balls, a soft, soothing massage as I wipe her mouth clean.

“You’re incredible, Jules.” She smiles at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” she says.

“But ladies first,” I say and tug her to me.

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