Dean slowly turned on his back, trying not to focus on the tingling sensation taking over his scrotum. To get rid of it, he had one solution, but it involved the girl beside him. Without doubt, his hand was available, but his p***s had a mind of its own. Lately, self-gratification wasn’t enough.
He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. Sleeping Beauty beside him did not help, by turning and wrapping herself around him. Her bare thigh touched his most sensitive area. Dean wanted to tell her what he saw at the club, but first, she had to surrender and convince herself he was the one she wanted.
As her t-shirt crumpled with her movement, his body drove into a testosterone overdose. Her bellybutton was an invitation to explore his prehistoric instincts.
He removed the pil
