Run

Comfort

Annebelle

The amount of clothes she picked out had me in a full blown silent panic. I know he said pick out what you want and I'll never want anything, but I was thinking maybe fifty dollars worth so as not to overdue it. But not over a thousand dollars worth and that was just when I lost track. Anything she thought I would look cute in or touched was bought, even things I didn't need. So to walk out with twelve bags was nerve wracking. What if he was mad? Where would I go if he thought I was too much of a burden? But he paid no mind to the amount and grabbed the bags, reminding me that I'd want for nothing. Such a strange concept. Want for nothing. Not doing slave work or being beaten on a daily basis, it's like I don;t know how to handle normal and it's kind of stressing me out.

We made our way back to the pack house and I dreaded the twenty thousand stairs to get back to his room.The thought was already making me more tired than I realized I was. Instead of making our way toward the staircase, he pulled me off to the left toward a door and pressed the button on the side to reveal an elevator. I must have shown the amount of relief I was feeling as I followed him, since he started laughing as he pushed the top floor. " I figured after that adventure, the elevator was the best bet." "With how big this place is, the elevator is always the best bet." I blurt out while hes wiping a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing to hard.

Exiting the elevator and going to his room, exhaustion took over ten fold. My eyes barely stayed open as I dreaded putting the clothes away. I followed him to the closet and was about to hang up the first shirt when he asked what I was doing. "I'm taking care of the bags so they don't crowd your closet." "Firstly, it's our closet in our room." he states emphasizing our. "Secondly its late grab some Pj's and lay down so you can rest I know your exhausted." He comes over handing me one of his shirts and pushes me to the bathroom to change. The shirt is about as long as his jacket, making it go to my knees like a dress. I came out slipping under the covers of the bed when I saw him come out of the closet in a pair of red and black plaid pjs pants that hung dangerously low and no shirt. No shirt. I tried not to stare like some drooling weirdo, but he was not wearing a shirt. The man's ripped and I can't turn my gaze away until he gets under the covers with me. I squeeze my thighs together and wrap his shirt around me like a cocoon so he can't smell how turned on I am at this moment. "What are you doing?" "Laying down with you, relax your stiff as a board. I'm not going to do anything. Unless you want me to." He said in a husky voice. I looked up at him, placing my hand on his chest, slowly moving it to cup his face. "In your dreams old fart." I laughed before rolling over. I was pushed onto my back and he was on top of me in a flash, my arms pinned above my head. "Want to repeat that sweetheart." He said while grinding himself against me. The friction was enough to drive me mad and beg for more. He stopped leaning down towards my ear. "What's wrong? You seem to be at a loss for words." He continued grinding against me and peppering kisses along my jaw line leading to my neck. One of his hands slowly moved its way between my legs, slipping into my panties as he inserted one finger inside me. At first I bucked feeling the intrusion until he sucked on my mark and began pumping. The pressure began building and my hips met his pumps. He inserted another finger and I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He sucked harder on my mark and I felt myself explode, spilling my juices on his fingers. His face moved to mine as I lay there with my eyes closed basking in the complete euphoria of that moment.

He came up kissing me hard, full of hunger and need, while he continued to grind himself against me. Slipping my hand from his grip, I brought it down, wrapping his c**k in my hand and began pumping. His breathing hitched and he grabbed my hand. "Sweetheart you don't have to do that, it's about you." He tried pulling my hand away but I pushed his hold back. "I want to." He flipped us over so I was on top and held my hand pumping it around his c**k. His hips bucked and met each pump while his breathing increased. I'm not sure what came over me at the moment but I scooted down and took his member in my mouth. His moan echoed off the walls in complete shock and I thought I hurt him. I attempted to pull back but his hand stopped me. "No don't stop." His hand, wrapped in my hair, moving my mouth around him at a quick pace while I ran my tongue over the tip. He pushed down, forcing me to take more of him all the way to the back of my throat. "S**t!" I moved at a faster pace, his moans turning me on and forcing me to go faster. He pulled up my shirt and began rolling my n***les between his fingers, causing me to moan around him. That was all it took, as I felt him c*m his salty seed going down my throat. He pushed my mouth further around his member a few more times, riding out the orgasm, before pulling me up towards his chest and kissing the top of my head.