Tomorrow, we start our life together.
Then I call my brother and tell him I’m breaking our promise because I’ve found my forever girl.
18
Juliette
Morning light shinesin my eyes, waking me from one of the most sound sleeps I’ve had in a while. I’m face down, snuggling into Harrison’s pillow, breathing in his manly scent—my all-time favorite way to wake up.
I stretch my body, letting out a loud moan as my core begins to tingle with pleasure.
My legs part naturally, and I clench down hard, rocking onto the mattress with every swipe through my center.
“Bonjour, Juliette. T’as bien dormis?”
My head pops up, and Harrison is there, his blue eyes boring down into mine as his strong fingers linger and circle over my clit. He repeats that a few times, then drags them down, impaling me with three fingers.
Dear god, I love that move.
How long has he been doing this? I’m already about to come.
Actually, who am I kidding? He’s made me come in under a minute before. His fingers are magic.
My mouth opens, but no words come out. I’m breathing hard against the pillow, staring into his dilated eyes, not believing I’m awake right now.
“I asked how my girl slept,” he growls.
“I-I slept well. Ohhh, I thought this was a dream,” I cry out.
He leans over and bites my ass cheek. For some reason, it’s the hottest thing ever, and it causes a gush of wetness to my sex and the throbbing between my legs to intensify.
“Oh fuck yeah. Your cunt knows exactly what I need. Give me that cream, baby.”
Ahh,what’s with the dirty talk first thing in the morning?
My sex tightens around his fingers.
“Not yet.”
What does he mean not yet? I can’t stop this. I clench again, so he slaps my ass.Hard.
“I said not yet,” he growls, then pulls his fingers out and drags my wetness from my opening to over my behind, circling my tight hole.
Holy shit. I freeze. He’s never done this before.
His other hand palms my ass cheek, spreading it open wide so he can watch his handy work. I look over my shoulder to see his mouth hanging open and his breathing erratic.
He’s loving this.
We’ve talked about it. So. Many. Times. He has talked about it. But he’s only ever teased.
His movements increase in speed, causing me to tense, but he doesn’t falter; if anything, he increases the pressure, causing the tip of his finger to slip in.
“Not a dream, baby. Now be a good girl and let me in.” He spits onto my behind and pushes deeper into my ass.
Oh my god. Good morning to you, too, Harrison.
Who is this naughty man?
