-... - Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In

Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient."

They arrived Friday evening. By the time Alex had the fire going, she had already changed into his favorite sweater—the one that hung off her shoulder—and was pouring two glasses of red wine. "Relax," she whispered, guiding him to the worn leather couch.

"One down. Two to go. At least." Saturday morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of her straddling his hips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, already naked beneath the rumpled sheets. "I made you breakfast. But first…" She slid down his body. "Dessert." Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...

Alex laughed nervously. "Patient? You tried to pull over at the last three rest stops."

"You can," she said, pulling him toward the bedroom. "And you will. That’s what a boyfriend is for." By Saturday night, Alex had lost count. His body was a pleasant, aching void. He lay sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled, while Shaiden traced lazy patterns on his chest. Then her hand found his thigh

He barely got a word out before she proved that morning stamina was a myth. Her mouth was relentless, her hands pinning his hips down when he tried to squirm. "No," she ordered softly. "You don’t get to help. Just feel." By the time she finished, his legs were shaking. "Two," she smiled, kissing his stomach. "Now you can have your coffee."

"Shaiden, I have nothing left. I’m running on fumes." Your jaw

But as she merged onto the highway, her hand still resting on his leg, he smiled. "Same time next month?"

He groaned. But when she looked up at him with that little smirk, he knew he was a dead man. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

"You’re a menace," he muttered from the passenger seat, eyes half-closed.

Shaiden’s laugh filled the car. "Oh, honey. Next weekend. I’m just getting started." End.