I woke up with Adrian’s c**k already inside me.
The bedroom was still dark, just the faint gray of early morning through the curtains. I was on my side, one knee drawn up, his chest against my back and his arm locked around my waist. He had pushed in slow while I was half-asleep—thick, hot, stretching me open around the mess he’d left the night before. Now he was moving in lazy, deep thrusts, each one dragging through how wet I still was and forcing a soft, broken sound out of me every time he bottomed out. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my c**t, rubbing in tight circles that made my hips jerk back against him.
“Morning,” he murmured against my neck. His teeth grazed the skin. “You were grinding on me in your sleep. Greedy.”
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Marcus. Adr
