We lie there in awkward silence for a few moments until I finally whisper, “Jay?”
“Yeah.” His voice is a strangled rasp.
“Will you hold me?”
He makes a tortured sound. “Fuck, Layla, I don't think that's a good—"
His words trail off whenever I scoot closer to him. I curl close to him and breathe deeply, allowing his comforting scent to wash over me. He's so big and warm, and I feel safe in his presence.
“Motherfuck,” he grumbles under his breath before he finally opens his arms and allows me to settle in.
I happily snuggle into him, and oh my god, I feel so at home here. Everything about Jay is big and makes me feel safe—like nothing could ever hurt me again.
He strokes his hands through my hair, petting me like a kitten, as he asks gruffly, “Do you want to talk about it?”
I let out a stuttering breath. “There's nothing to talk about. I've been afraid of storms for as long as I can remember.” I snuggle closer to him and press a hand against his chest.
His breathing becomes heavier, and the huge bulge between his legs presses into my stomach.
“Jay?”
“Stop talking, Layla,” he orders me as if he knows what I'm going to ask.
I bite my lip and look up at him. He looks down at me and shakes his head, his jaw firm. “Don't look at me like that, princess. Go to sleep.”
The look on his face brooks no argument, and I don’t want him to change his mind about letting me sleep with him, so I decide not to push him right now. Instead, I turn in his arms until that swollen part of him is wedged up against my butt. I wiggle around, trying to get comfortable, but his arms band around me tightly.
“Stop wiggling,” he grits.
I still at the tone of his voice, my entire body flushing with awareness. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Go to sleep,” he orders again.
My body feels alive. It’s like there's a buzz running through it. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, but I lie there savoring the feeling of Jay's arms around me and his hard chest behind me—and his huge bulge poking me in the butt. I may be a virgin, but I know what that means. Jay wants me, whether he'll admit it or not.
I snuggle deeper into him as drowsiness overtakes me. Before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep wrapped up in his big, strong arms.
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Jay
No sooner did I get my dick to go halfway down than Layla came skittering in here, setting the fucker to full mast again.
She’s lying in my arms, sleeping peacefully, but there’s no sleep for me.She’s wearing a tank top two sizes too small for her and a pair of tiny cotton panties with cherries on them.
Motherfucking cherries.
All I’d need to do to sink inside her is pull those little panties to the side. She wouldn’t even whimper a protest. No, she’d curl her perfect body against me and look at me with those stars in her eyes like I’m her hero instead of the dirty man stealing her innocence.
My cock twitches in my pants and I grit my teeth, grinding my molars.
As difficult as this is for my dick, I love having her sleeping form in my arms. She looks even more angelic and innocent in her sleep. Her lips are parted, her sweet breath fanning across my chest. She long since turned back to face me in her sleep and nuzzled her face against my bare chest.
Nothing in the world compares to having this angel sleeping so trustingly in my arms.
I don’t know how long I stay awake, battling with my body and marveling at her softness in my arms, but I finally slip off into a doze. I awaken with a start when Layla’s weight moves over me. Somehow, she’s crawled right on top of me, and her sweet, young cunt is pressed right atop my rock-hard erection, hot and pulsing.She’s still asleep, and I groan as all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock.
I’m throbbing and leaking from the tip. She’ll have a stain on her panties from my leaking cock, and the thought doesn’t help matters because my balls grow even heavier at the image my mind has painted.