Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...: Shaiden Rogue -

Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient."

"And you said no." Her smile was pure wickedness. "But now we’re here. No cell service. No neighbors. Just you and me… and my growing need to drain every last bit of stress out of you."

"Thirsty?" she asked innocently.

He barely got a word out before she proved that morning stamina was a myth. Her mouth was relentless, her hands pinning his hips down when he tried to squirm. "No," she ordered softly. "You don’t get to help. Just feel." By the time she finished, his legs were shaking. "Two," she smiled, kissing his stomach. "Now you can have your coffee."

They arrived Friday evening. By the time Alex had the fire going, she had already changed into his favorite sweater—the one that hung off her shoulder—and was pouring two glasses of red wine. "Relax," she whispered, guiding him to the worn leather couch. Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...

They left the cabin later than planned. Alex could barely walk straight. Shaiden, radiant and smug, drove them home.

And he did. For about an hour.

Shaiden’s laugh filled the car. "Oh, honey. Next weekend. I’m just getting started." End.