Page 21 of Southpaw Slots
My extremely hard erection wakes me the next morning. No, not the erection itself. But the ass brushing against it repeatedly. When I stir, I realize I’m spooning the empress as she gyrates all over my crotch. She must need it, too.
Reaching between us, I slot my dick between her legs, but before I can line up, she jumps and twists. “What are you doing?” Snatching the sheet up around her chest, she looks at me with wild morning eyes.
“You’re grinding on my dick, empress. Thought you needed a good morning fuck.”
“N-no! I told you, not until you agree that my boyfriend can visit.”
Is this bitch for real? My jaw drops. “We just spent the night together. Icuddledyou, for fuck’s sake.”
Her jaw drops as she gasps, then she rapidly closes it, setting her luscious lips into a firm line. “You can have me…ifWyatt can come over.”
“You know what?” I shove the blankets off me, standing and moving to her side of the bed, my cock bobbing with every step. Stroking myself, I aim for her face as I jerk off.
“No! No! Stop it!”
“Open your mouth so it won’t make a mess on the sheets.”
Diving underneath the blankets, she kicks and squirms until I release my morning need all over her side, spraying myself wherever I can.
“Well, I guess your side will really smell like me now.”
Flipping down the top of the blanket, her hair spread like a Medusa in erratic strands, she narrows her eyes at me. “You’re disgusting.”
Shrugging a shoulder, I head into the bathroom for a shower.
It isn’t until I’m fully inside, soaping up, slightly relaxed from my nut that my heart starts to race. I’m alone. Hurrying, I finish with my routine, cutting it shorter than normal and getting dressed while sweat replaces the steam drops from the water.
Part of me thought marriage was aboutnotbeing alone.
Last night was just what I needed. It was too good, having her with me and a huge relief. I think it helped her, too. If I want her to be near me, I gotta apologize or saysomethingthat will get her back in bed with me tonight.
One of the housekeepers is changing the bedding when I enter the bedroom.
“Where’s Mrs. Donovan?”
“I believe she’s in the other wing, sir.”
The other wing? No way. Why would she go there?
With a huge inhale, I walk toward the part of the house I haven’t been to in almost nine years. Each movement closer to the past, pain rips into my heart. I don’t want to see any of it.
I dart forward until I reach the first bedroom, eyes on the floor, the edge of the door just visible out of my periphery. My old room. Before I check it, I hear movement coming from the room next to it. Ashley’s. Oh no.
The door is ajar when I approach, and my heart leaps into my throat, making it difficult for me to swallow. Placing one foot in front of the other becomes nigh impossible, like I’m walking through knee deep sand.
Come on, Ace. You’re a fighter.My hands curl into fists.
When I round the corner, everything in my body stills. Arianna sits cross-legged behind a Barbie house, pulling out the dolls and looking at them carefully, muttering something to herself and placing everything back in different ways… She’splaying with dollsin Ashley’s room.
“What the fuck?”
She jumps as I startle her. “Oh! Hi.”
“What are youdoing? Those are my sister’s things!”
“No, they’re not.”
Not wanting to enter fully, I stare her down from the doorframe. “Yes, they are.”