Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -... — Shaiden Rogue -
They left the cabin later than planned. Alex could barely walk straight. Shaiden, radiant and smug, drove them home.
"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." Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...
The first round was slow, deliberate. Shaiden knelt between his legs on the fluffy rug, her dark hair spilling over his lap as she worked him with a maddening rhythm—eyes locked on his, pausing only to whisper, "Watch me." By the time he finished, his head was thrown back against the couch, and she was licking her lips. "One," she counted. They left the cabin later than planned
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." "And you said no
She leaned down, her lips ghosting over his. "Good. That means I did my job." Then she slipped under the covers. "One more for the road."
"You’re a menace," he muttered from the passenger seat, eyes half-closed.
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.