103. PROMISE??

HANA

Calling him clingy is an understatement. He wouldn’t let me out of our bed for a second. All the food was served in my room. It’s been 24 hours since I had gone downstairs. 24 hours of blissful sex, food, chatter, laughter, and sleep. For a second, I wished the time to stop here at this second.

I hop out of the bed, stretching my hands. I didn’t notice where he came from. In one swift motion, he tossed me on the bed, with him above me.

“You are not going anywhere.” He says, grinding his hardness against my pussy.

Less than thirty minutes ago, he was inside me, chasing his orgasm. But my need for him started to grow with every passing second.

Wetness pooled between my legs. I don’t have the panties on. My shirt rode up when he tossed me on the bed, leaving me exposed for his sweet torture.

“I am sore...Oh my gosh...”

I didn’t get to complete the sentence before before he slide inside me.

My eyes rolled back, my lips parted with the fullness.

“You