Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Alyse Zaftig
thighs.
"What do you think?"
Without any hesitation at all, she gripped my dick through the soft cloth of my boxers in her little hand and tugged perfectly. My dick pulsed in her hand.
"Holy shit."
"I like this. I've never touched a penis before, you know. It's hard."
I was sweating. "Oh god." Don't come on Laila! Chris will not just murder you. He will resurrect you just so he can kill you again.
I closed my eyes tight, willing myself not to blow my load all over this curious and very drunk virgin girl.
"Please go to sleep." Oh god, I can't take this temptation.
Her hand stayed glued on my dick, but she yawned.
"Mmkay." Her eyes closed, and this time she really did fall asleep.
She was fast asleep, but her body was still wrapped around mine. Her hand was still touching my boxers.
After carefully disentangling myself, I went to my bathroom to deal with my woody. I took off my boxers roughly, pulling them down to my ankles. I stood over my toilet, and I pulled the seat up before I began jerking.
I closed my eyes. I thought about the sweet smell of her hair and how soft it was when it tickled my face while we shared a pillow. I remembered what her nearly naked body looked like when I took off her gold dress. I thought about my dick touching her sweet, untouched center.
I bit my lip as I got near my orgasm. I nearly broke the skin, I bit so hard. I flushed away the evidence of my masturbation, but I still had a semi. Down, boy, I thought. The idea of getting back into bed with her made me a little bit harder, even though I'd just let loose. It looked like once wasn't going to be enough.
This time, I went at it more angrily. Why wasn't my body satisfied with just once? That was more than enough for most of the girls I'd fucked and discarded.
I closed my eyes and thought about Laila riding my cock, her tits bouncing and her hair wild and free around her. Her head whipped around with the intensity of our mating, and she looked radiant, like a sex goddess. I watched her panting hard and heard dream Laila cry out as she came on top of me. The grasp of her tight pussy milked me over and over until I spurted everything I had into her body.
I opened my eyes. I flushed the toilet again and washed my hands. I was a sick, sick bastard. Also, I didn't have long to live.
I got into bed with her, and I faced outward, away from her. I was hyper-aware of her body and her breathing behind me. This was something that I'd wanted for a long time.
Be careful what you wish for. I chuckled. This was not what I expected to happen the first time that I brought Laila into my bed. But I was happy that she was here anyway, even if I would never tell her about it.
9
Morning After
Laila
I opened my eyes . There was a trashcan in front of me, and I threw up. My mouth tasted vile.
I blinked a little. I wasn't in my dorm room with Andrea. I was in another bed. Oh my god, what did I do last night?
I felt around, and I was still clothed, although I was dressed in a blanket under a blanket.
I turned to look at the layers of blankets. Trouble was asleep beside me.
I sat up in an absolute panic. Oh my god, what happened?
I checked between my thighs, but there was no soreness. I hadn't had sex last night. I breathed a sigh of relief.
What had happened?
I saw my dress on a chair in the corner. I stripped, then I put it on. Where was my purse? That's right. I had left it with Andrea. Sneaking out quietly, I tried to latch Trouble's door, but it wouldn't close. It swung wide open with a long creaking sound. I flinched, because I didn't want him to wake up.
I walked out to his living room as quietly as possible. His roommates hadn't gone to sleep. They were playing video games on mute and eating pizza.
"Woo!" one of them said. "Looks like Trouble has a girl doing the walk of shame this morning. Yeah, girl!”
"Shut the fuck up, Trevor," came a deep voice from behind me. "It's too goddamn early for your shit."
I turned around, and all the
"What do you think?"
Without any hesitation at all, she gripped my dick through the soft cloth of my boxers in her little hand and tugged perfectly. My dick pulsed in her hand.
"Holy shit."
"I like this. I've never touched a penis before, you know. It's hard."
I was sweating. "Oh god." Don't come on Laila! Chris will not just murder you. He will resurrect you just so he can kill you again.
I closed my eyes tight, willing myself not to blow my load all over this curious and very drunk virgin girl.
"Please go to sleep." Oh god, I can't take this temptation.
Her hand stayed glued on my dick, but she yawned.
"Mmkay." Her eyes closed, and this time she really did fall asleep.
She was fast asleep, but her body was still wrapped around mine. Her hand was still touching my boxers.
After carefully disentangling myself, I went to my bathroom to deal with my woody. I took off my boxers roughly, pulling them down to my ankles. I stood over my toilet, and I pulled the seat up before I began jerking.
I closed my eyes. I thought about the sweet smell of her hair and how soft it was when it tickled my face while we shared a pillow. I remembered what her nearly naked body looked like when I took off her gold dress. I thought about my dick touching her sweet, untouched center.
I bit my lip as I got near my orgasm. I nearly broke the skin, I bit so hard. I flushed away the evidence of my masturbation, but I still had a semi. Down, boy, I thought. The idea of getting back into bed with her made me a little bit harder, even though I'd just let loose. It looked like once wasn't going to be enough.
This time, I went at it more angrily. Why wasn't my body satisfied with just once? That was more than enough for most of the girls I'd fucked and discarded.
I closed my eyes and thought about Laila riding my cock, her tits bouncing and her hair wild and free around her. Her head whipped around with the intensity of our mating, and she looked radiant, like a sex goddess. I watched her panting hard and heard dream Laila cry out as she came on top of me. The grasp of her tight pussy milked me over and over until I spurted everything I had into her body.
I opened my eyes. I flushed the toilet again and washed my hands. I was a sick, sick bastard. Also, I didn't have long to live.
I got into bed with her, and I faced outward, away from her. I was hyper-aware of her body and her breathing behind me. This was something that I'd wanted for a long time.
Be careful what you wish for. I chuckled. This was not what I expected to happen the first time that I brought Laila into my bed. But I was happy that she was here anyway, even if I would never tell her about it.
9
Morning After
Laila
I opened my eyes . There was a trashcan in front of me, and I threw up. My mouth tasted vile.
I blinked a little. I wasn't in my dorm room with Andrea. I was in another bed. Oh my god, what did I do last night?
I felt around, and I was still clothed, although I was dressed in a blanket under a blanket.
I turned to look at the layers of blankets. Trouble was asleep beside me.
I sat up in an absolute panic. Oh my god, what happened?
I checked between my thighs, but there was no soreness. I hadn't had sex last night. I breathed a sigh of relief.
What had happened?
I saw my dress on a chair in the corner. I stripped, then I put it on. Where was my purse? That's right. I had left it with Andrea. Sneaking out quietly, I tried to latch Trouble's door, but it wouldn't close. It swung wide open with a long creaking sound. I flinched, because I didn't want him to wake up.
I walked out to his living room as quietly as possible. His roommates hadn't gone to sleep. They were playing video games on mute and eating pizza.
"Woo!" one of them said. "Looks like Trouble has a girl doing the walk of shame this morning. Yeah, girl!”
"Shut the fuck up, Trevor," came a deep voice from behind me. "It's too goddamn early for your shit."
I turned around, and all the
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