God, he feels good. As soon as he wrapped his arms around , I was out. I felt safe all night, and I can’t rember the last ti I truly had that. Even in my own ho, my brother always has random people coming and going. Heck, the walk to and from my place isn’t the best either. In the city I’m always on edge, and I didn’t realize how much until Mufasa put his arms around and I let go. As crazy as it sounds, I can breathe easier here.
Slowly I roll over, not wanting to wake him up. I press my face into his neck and breathe in his masculine scent. What is it about this man? There’s this pull I have to him that feels like blind trust. More than that, I think I might be falling for him.
When he shifts, I still, but his arms only tighten as he pulls closer. My leg slides up and over his stomach to rest there as he lies on his back. My chest presses into his side, and now the oversized shirt I put on in the middle of the night when I got up to go to the bathroom is bunched up high around my waist.
Mufasa’s big hand cos down to rest on my thigh, and when his fingers dig into , I realize he might be awake. I look up, but it’s hard to see in the dark. I let out a breath when he doesn’t move again, and I’m thankful I can go back to breathing him in. I tell myself this isn’t crazy. Okay, maybe a little crazy because now I’m touching my mouth against his neck, wondering what he tastes like.
I gasp when the hand on my thigh squeezes tighter. "Estella."
His voice is deep and filled with sleep. I lick my lips, and my tongue grazes his skin. His whole body goes rigid, and I stop.
"Yeah, it’s . Did you think it was soone else?" I try to tease, but as I say the words, I regret them because I don’t want to think about him with another woman.
"Trust , I know who it is. I was giving you a warning."
"A warning?" I cuddle closer and wonder how I can possibly ever sleep in my own bed after this. I think he’s ruined .
"Yeah, a warning," he repeats. "Your tits and pussy are pressed against , and your leg keeps rubbing on my cock."
"Oh. Sorry," I offer, but I’m not sorry and I don’t move away.
"Don’t be. All I’m saying is you lick with that tongue again, I’m going to suck it in my mouth."
I bite my lip, and he actually tilts his head the other way as if daring . Maybe it’s the darkness of the room, but I feel bold. Carefully I brush my lips across his warm skin and open my mouth. I barely touch his skin with the tip of my tongue, and he’s all over .
In one quick motion, he pins beneath him and then his mouth is on mine. I gasp at the intensity and how he dominates . He kisses like he needs to breathe, and it’s consuming. I had no idea a kiss could be like this—and then, true to his word, he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I whine with need as I think about that sa suction in other places. I lift my hips, and my whole body begins to buzz.
There’s no bouncer here to stop us this ti, and my mind spins with need. He jerks his mouth from mine and buries his face in my neck. His stubble tickles my skin as he tries to catch his breath. I bite my lip, telling myself to not move. I will not shalessly dry hump him while he’s trying to breathe.
But then of course I do.
When I roll my hips up, I feel his cock right there.
"Estella."
"I don’t need a warning." My hands are all over his muscles, and he’s hard and warm everywhere.
"You want to finish what we started the other night?"
"Yes."
He kisses my neck before he reaches down between us. I feel him shift, and I wet my lips, wondering if he’s pulling himself out of his sweatpants. I suck in a breath when I feel the heavy weight of his cock against .
His fingers dip into the side of my panties as he pulls them over. "Tell , Estella. What’s this going to cost ?" He swipes the head of his cock against my clit. "How much?"
I whimper. Why is that so hot?
"A thousand," I blurt out.
"Pull your shirt up and show your tits and I’ll give you two."
I do as he asks quickly, then I feel the weight of him on . His cock presses against my sex and glides over my clit. He thrusts like we’re having sex, and it’s so dirty.
"Legs around ," he orders, and I do as I’m told.
His head dips, and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Again, all I can think about is what his mouth would feel like between my thighs. Is it really as wonderful as won say? I think anything with Mufasa would be wonderful, to be honest.
He grunts, releasing my nipple as he thrusts faster. The head of his cock slips back and forth against my clit, and the sounds of his grunts are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. When he groans my na, I’m done for.
The orgasm hits hard and seems to go on forever. I dig my fingers into his back, needing to hang on to sothing. I cry out when he bites down on my neck, and it triggers another orgasm. Or maybe the first one is still going. I’m too lost to know.
I feel his warm release spill onto my skin as he thrusts a few more tis. His body is tense and tight before he finally goes lax on top of . I lie there wondering what the hell just happened and when we can do it again.
"Shit," I hear him say. "I don’t know why I bit you. I’m sorry." He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes while I smile.
"I liked it," I admit. "I liked everything you did."
" too." He pushes up off the bed. "Don’t move." I hear him walk across the room, and my eyes adjust to the darkness. He turns on the bathroom light and I hear water running.
When he cos back, I watch as he cleans his release off . He takes his ti, and then I feel an emotion I don’t understand get lodged in my throat. I want to clean him too since I can see so on his sweatpants. But instead he pulls the sheet over before going back into the bathroom. He grabs new sweatpants and then turns off the light.
The bed dips as he slides in, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say or do. Do we just go back to sleep? I suddenly don’t feel tired at all, and as I’m stressing over it, he grabs and pulls into him. I take a deep breath and relax into his warmth.
"I shouldn’t have done that," he says, and I tense. Does he regret it? "Estella." He rolls over to face him. "You were half asleep. I don’t want you doing anything unless your head is a hundred percent into it." I can hear the concern in his voice. Gosh, he really is a good man.
"I wasn’t asleep at all." In fact, I think I was the one copping feels while he was sleeping. Unless he was faking it, but I’m not going to ask.
"All right," he says, and I lay my head on his chest.
"I kind of hope maybe we can do it again?"
"Right now?" he teases . "Estella, we can do anything you want. You give the word and I’ll be all over you, babe. I don’t think I have much control when it cos to you."
I smile. It feels good having the power to make Mufasa lose control.
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