Page 86 of Tantalizing Kings

She wanted to hang out with me and wasn’t going to let rain get in the way. Maybe I was overreacting before. I really need to stay out of my own head.

“So, I have candy, chocolate, and popcorn,” she says, holding each thing up as she lists them off. “And Coke. Can’t forget Coke.” She grins.

“Of course.” I chuckle. “Is that popcorn from the movie theater?”

She blushes. “Yes. Don’t judge me!” she scolds playfully. “It’s the best kind and the only kind I’ll eat. Even days later, it still tastes good. So, I normally have a bag at home. But don’t worry, I ordered this fresh. Did you know the theater does online orders? You can get popcorn delivered to your house without even having to go there and watch a movie. It’s a game changer.”

A silly grin slips onto my face as I get lost in her words. I could listen to her talk all day.

“So, I’m thinking... Scream marathon. But if you don’t like slasher movies, we can watch whatever you want.”

“Nope, Scream is perfect. I love Ghostface.”

She sits on the bed and smiles. “Me too.”

Finally, my feet work and I join her on the bed. We log into Netflix and put the first movie on.

“Want some?” she asks me, handing me a can of Coke and the popcorn bag.

“Thanks.” I smile, taking the can and putting it on my side table before grabbing a handful of popcorn.

I’m trying to watch the movie, I really am, but it’s hard when my eyes keep wandering back over to Sadie. I watch her watching the movie. Every little frown, wide-eyed look, and smile that passes over her face.

After a while, she shifts on the bed and grumbles. “You okay?” I question.

“Yeah,” she huffs. “My butt just went numb. I need to lie down.”

I help her move everything off the bed before getting back into my position. She surprises me by lying down on her side and placing her head on my chest. “Is this okay?” she asks, her voice a soft whisper.

I wrap my arm around her, placing my hand on her hip and beg my cock to behave before answering. “More than okay.”

She snuggles into me, and I never want this night to end. I never want to let her go. This is what I want. I don’t need to go out and do things to have fun with Sadie. Just having her here in my arms is perfect.

WE MUST HAVE FALLENasleep after the third movie because when I open my eyes again, I look over at the screen to see Netflix asking if we’re still watching.

Sadie is still here, all curled up in my arms. Only her body is now draped over mine, and I’m hard. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t wake up to feel me poking her in the stomach and think I’m a creep.

“Declan,” she mumbles in her sleep, shifting her body. I bite my lip to hold back a moan as she rubs against my dick. It’s painful and normally morning wood would just go away on its own, but with Sadie wiggling on top of me it’s keeping it hard for a whole new reason.

It takes me a moment to realize she said my name in her sleep.Is she dreaming about me? If she is, what kind of dream?I hope its good.

She says my name again, only this time it comes out as more of a moan. My whole body tenses as she rocks her hips again, right against my cock. I can feel the heat of her pussy against me and my cock twitches.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and think of a naked grandma to try to distract myself from making a mess in my pants. But she keeps going, moaning my name in her sleep and fuck, I’m so turned on. I have no idea what she’s dreaming about that she likes so much, but whatever it is, I want to do it in real life.

“Oh, Declan,” she murmurs, her fingers curling against my chest. She moans softly again and again, rocking her pussy against my hard length.

I could do one of two things. I could move her off me and risk waking her up, or let her keep going and pray I don’t cum in my pants.

But I take too long to decide. My balls are ready to burst so when she lets out a long, low whimper while shuddering on top of me, I lose it.

My hands dig into her hips, holding her still as I lift my hips just enough to get some added pressure as my cock jerks, filling my sleep pants with my warm, sticky release.

Holy shit. Did she just use me to get herself off in her sleep? And is it wrong that I thought it was hot enough to make me blow my load and not even feel bad about it?

She stops moving, letting out a content sigh as she snuggles deeper into me.

I lie there and stare at the ceiling as I wrap my arms around her. I should go clean up, but I’m not ready to let go of her. And how do I explain this? There’s no way it’s not seeping through my pants and onto her clothes. God, this is going to be so embarrassing to explain.

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