24
Brock
I woke with Jessie’s back pressed against my chest, one arm beneath my head in place of the pillow she used, my other arm banded around her waist holding her tight in a possessive hold.
Belonged…
The word echoed, and I closed my eyes against the still dark interior of the cabin, taking stock of the colder air nipping my nose. I needed to stoke the fire, but the warmth of her against my front, the softness of her belly against my hand, the natural, sweet scent of her flooding my nose…
My too-early morning wood loved the silkiness of her leg, swelling as I inhaled her, filling my lungs. Within seconds, my balls ached, and I fought the need to grind against her, seeking release.
I should have rolled the other way and emptied my balls into my hand like I’d done the morning befor
