Marco p.o.v
A sharp pain in my abdomen puts my brain on high alert and I jolt awake. The first thing I realized is I'm sore as f**k, the second thing I realized is my c**k is in a much better mood than I am. And it's probably because it's nestled against an ass that makes me believe that I'm in heaven.
My attention shifts to Zoey, the woman who has my world revolving around her. She's still asleep, breathing in slow even breaths. My arm is draped around her waist holding her against myself.
My face is still buried in the back of her neck, her scent stirs my c**k even more than the heat of her body.
It's obvious that at the blood in my system decided to settle down South, and that's why I don't have a god damn shred of common-sense left. I didn't move, not even a fraction of reaction
