Roxanne
Daxon Vaughn was attracted to me.
Like really, truly, seriously attracted to me. All night as I slept, my brain replayed the three times we had s*x. Him on top, ramming into me like his life depended on it. Me on top riding him hard and fast, making him moan my name. Our fingers intertwining as pleasure surged through both of us.
I could easily do this for three more years…possibly forever.
When I woke up, Daxon was already awake, sitting up in bed.
“Morning babe,” I smiled.
“Um hey.” He barely glanced up from his phone.
“Last night was amazing, I wouldn’t mind a morning repeat,”
“Sorry, gotta get ready,” He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Do you want company?” I called.
“No, thanks!”
That’s strange.
I went to my room to take a shower and got dressed.
