Nicole
I was warm, so warm. I could also smell bacon. I gingerly assessed my body and was surprised I had no headache or nausea. But d*mn I was sore as f*ck. My throat was sore, my a*s was sore and my p*ssy felt like it was stretched and pummeled. I racked my brain. Riiiggghhhttt. I was stuffed like a turkey by all three of them and then by my psycho. My handsome, sensitive, extremely vulnerable psycho. I loved him so much. I slowly opened my eyes just in case I was wrong about my symptoms. I came face to tattooed chest. I was being held by my Marine. God, his pecs were perfect. I couldn’t help myself and I licked him. He chuckled.
“Morning, Pumpkin.”
“Morning, my strong Marine,” I said, scooting back a little, so I could look at his beautiful face.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
