that’s when she felt how wet she was.
“Ah hell,” she said. Her hand went down to check herself out. The friction of her hand passing by her thighs was enough for her to yelp. She silenced herself, putting a finger to her lips and squeezing her eyes tight. Then she put her hand on her sex and gasped, this time more quiet. But it was still loud enough. She waited to see if Grant would come knocking on her door.
“I’m so sensitive,” she whispered.
As she took her hand away, it set her off again. But she didn’t want her own touch. She wanted Grant’s.
Frustrated, she tossed and turned in the sheets. Angel would pace the room, going over her options. At some point, she was ready to run outside and be caught again. But then she came to her senses, and exhausted, she let the mattress take her. But she couldn’t sleep.
Her sex still panged. It was swollen, needy. Her hands gripped the sheets, waiting to feel Grant’s touch. She waited for the next blow from his firm hand against her ass.
Her mind replayed the entire spanking. She could feel every blow again.
Angel tossed the covers off.
There was no way she would ever get to sleep.
I need to walk around. Get out of this room.
She pulled herself from bed. Then Angel wandered out into the kitchen. She didn’t care about making noise. The house would carry any noise no matter how quiet she was. Once she was in the kitchen, she could see the hallway leading to Grant’s room.
I should go in there and get what I want.
It wasn’t right for him to do what he did to me.
Angel crept to the corner, peering down the hallway. She couldn’t hear any noise but Grant’s door was left open. She crept to it, the floorboards creaking as she did. When she got to the corner of his door, she held onto it for support, peeking inside.
He was sleeping. The moon shone in through the only window in his room, but it was massive, and he looked incredibly handsome in the moonlight. It also helped that he wasn’t wearing any shirt or pants, instead he wore only his boxers. And she could see the curve of his cock in them. Even soft, it looked big.
I’ll just go and tell him I can’t sleep...maybe he’ll stay up with me, and at that moment, she had to believe it, no matter how crazy it sounded. She couldn’t believe that she was giving in to Grant, letting him in again.
Angel dropped onto the bed. He startled awake.
He could barely keep his eyes open. He blinked, staring at her like she was nuts. Maybe she was, but it was Grant that made her crazy.
Angel leaned in close. “I can’t sleep”
“Gotta admit, Angel, I can’t either.”
She settled into the bed, staring him down, soaking in how nice it felt to be with him.
“We’ve got more work in the morning, but I think we should let it go,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I heard you, doesn’t mean I’m still not surprised. Why you saying that, Grant?”
“It’s been a long night.”
She nodded, but she still thought that uncharacteristic.
“It’s going to be even longer,” he said. That’s when she realized, masked in the dark, he had been checking her out, his eyes running over her curves, flowing from her split open gown, an accident when she sat on the bed.
“Why?”
“I want to get to know you deeper.”
Deeper?
She liked the sound of that. Just how deep are we talking here?
He took control, grabbing her hips and swaying her back on his chest. When he pushed her back, her ass bumped against something hard, and it took her longer than it should to realize it was his cock. He had gotten hard at the sight of her in her bra and panties. Damn, that cowboy was virile. She groaned, biting her lip, and swaying her hips slowly to grind against his cock tip.
It slowly slid against her ass cheeks.
He pulled her against it.
Soon she was on top of it, grinding. He held her hand, helping her momentum. She rocked faster. She ground her pussy against his boxers. Angel knew she
“Ah hell,” she said. Her hand went down to check herself out. The friction of her hand passing by her thighs was enough for her to yelp. She silenced herself, putting a finger to her lips and squeezing her eyes tight. Then she put her hand on her sex and gasped, this time more quiet. But it was still loud enough. She waited to see if Grant would come knocking on her door.
“I’m so sensitive,” she whispered.
As she took her hand away, it set her off again. But she didn’t want her own touch. She wanted Grant’s.
Frustrated, she tossed and turned in the sheets. Angel would pace the room, going over her options. At some point, she was ready to run outside and be caught again. But then she came to her senses, and exhausted, she let the mattress take her. But she couldn’t sleep.
Her sex still panged. It was swollen, needy. Her hands gripped the sheets, waiting to feel Grant’s touch. She waited for the next blow from his firm hand against her ass.
Her mind replayed the entire spanking. She could feel every blow again.
Angel tossed the covers off.
There was no way she would ever get to sleep.
I need to walk around. Get out of this room.
She pulled herself from bed. Then Angel wandered out into the kitchen. She didn’t care about making noise. The house would carry any noise no matter how quiet she was. Once she was in the kitchen, she could see the hallway leading to Grant’s room.
I should go in there and get what I want.
It wasn’t right for him to do what he did to me.
Angel crept to the corner, peering down the hallway. She couldn’t hear any noise but Grant’s door was left open. She crept to it, the floorboards creaking as she did. When she got to the corner of his door, she held onto it for support, peeking inside.
He was sleeping. The moon shone in through the only window in his room, but it was massive, and he looked incredibly handsome in the moonlight. It also helped that he wasn’t wearing any shirt or pants, instead he wore only his boxers. And she could see the curve of his cock in them. Even soft, it looked big.
I’ll just go and tell him I can’t sleep...maybe he’ll stay up with me, and at that moment, she had to believe it, no matter how crazy it sounded. She couldn’t believe that she was giving in to Grant, letting him in again.
Angel dropped onto the bed. He startled awake.
He could barely keep his eyes open. He blinked, staring at her like she was nuts. Maybe she was, but it was Grant that made her crazy.
Angel leaned in close. “I can’t sleep”
“Gotta admit, Angel, I can’t either.”
She settled into the bed, staring him down, soaking in how nice it felt to be with him.
“We’ve got more work in the morning, but I think we should let it go,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I heard you, doesn’t mean I’m still not surprised. Why you saying that, Grant?”
“It’s been a long night.”
She nodded, but she still thought that uncharacteristic.
“It’s going to be even longer,” he said. That’s when she realized, masked in the dark, he had been checking her out, his eyes running over her curves, flowing from her split open gown, an accident when she sat on the bed.
“Why?”
“I want to get to know you deeper.”
Deeper?
She liked the sound of that. Just how deep are we talking here?
He took control, grabbing her hips and swaying her back on his chest. When he pushed her back, her ass bumped against something hard, and it took her longer than it should to realize it was his cock. He had gotten hard at the sight of her in her bra and panties. Damn, that cowboy was virile. She groaned, biting her lip, and swaying her hips slowly to grind against his cock tip.
It slowly slid against her ass cheeks.
He pulled her against it.
Soon she was on top of it, grinding. He held her hand, helping her momentum. She rocked faster. She ground her pussy against his boxers. Angel knew she
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