Page 33 of When Love Takes Over
She looked so comfortable; I hated to disturb her, so I stretched out my legs onto the ottoman and covered both of us with the blanket she was using. A few minutes later, I dozed off.
I woke up a bit disoriented, and it took me a moment to recall whose thigh was draped across mine. When I inhaled, the sweet aroma of Malyah’s juices brought back memories of the night before. A bit of light peeked through the sides of the shades, so I knew it was morning.
My dick was hard, as it was most mornings, but the small, soft hand around it wasn’t the norm. When she stroked up and down, I probably should’ve stopped her, but it felt too fucking good.
I didn’t know what possessed me to pass up on the opportunity to feel her pussy wrapped around my dick because Lord knows that was exactly what I wanted. My gut told me it wasn’t the right time, and for some reason, I listened. This time, I didn’t have that kind of willpower.
Was it wrong of me to pretend to be asleep so Malyah could finish the job? It absolutely was, but that was exactly what I did. When she ground her pussy on my thigh, I could feel the moisture and heat radiating, and my dick stiffened even more.
I pressed my thigh against her pussy to give her more friction. She moved with intensity, grinding her hot, wet pussy against me. The more she moved, the faster her hand moved up and down my dick, and as luck would have it, we reached our peak simultaneously.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned quietly.
“Damn, baby,” I whispered as semen filled my shorts and leaked onto my stomach.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked at me in a panic with her hand still wrapped around my dick.
“Oh my God. What have I done?”
She snatched her semen covered hand from my shorts and pushed away from me with the other hand.
“It seems you pulled me into one helluva dream,” I said with a grin.
“Kenzo, this is not funny. Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.”
She used her clean hand to get up and rushed to the bathroom, leaving me with a semi-hard dick and my shorts stained with my nut. I got up and went to the bathroom in my bedroom.
When I finished cleaning myself up, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Malyah was leaving the bathroom, and we met in the hallway.
“Did you make a mess between your legs?” I teased.
“Shut up.”
I noticed she was dressed in the sweats and hoodie she had on last night.
“You found the extra towels and toothbrushes under the sink?”
“Yeah.”
Her face told me she was still embarrassed, so I took her hand and pulled her close to me. She looked up at me expectantly, and I had to stop myself from kissing her.
“Why are you embarrassed? We are two grown consenting adults.”
“I just molested my boss. I’m not only embarrassed, I’m mortified.”
“Does that mean you didn’t enjoy it, because I sure as hell did?”
“Kenzo, can you be serious? We’ve crossed all kinds of lines, and?—”
“Lines that I’m glad we crossed because it lets me know we’re on the same page.”
“You asked me to marry you so your mother wouldn’t force you to marry someone she chooses. How can I be sure you’re not doing all of this just to convince me to go along with your plan?”
“I honestly don’t know how I can convince you otherwise. I’m genuinely interested in you, but I also proposed for the reason you stated. Two things can be true.”
“Don’t you want to marry someone you love?” she asked.
“Ideally, but under the circumstances, I’d rather marry someone of my choosing, someone I like, and someone I believe I can grow to love, than someone my mother forces on me.”
