He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. His brain was too empty—drained, you might say—to form a coherent argument.
"Shaiden, I have nothing left. I’m running on fumes."
"You can," she said, pulling him toward the bedroom. "And you will. That’s what a boyfriend is for." By Saturday night, Alex had lost count. His body was a pleasant, aching void. He lay sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled, while Shaiden traced lazy patterns on his chest. Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...
"Thirsty?" she asked innocently.
They left the cabin later than planned. Alex could barely walk straight. Shaiden, radiant and smug, drove them home. He didn’t deny it
He groaned. But when she looked up at him with that little smirk, he knew he was a dead man. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
"One down. Two to go. At least." Saturday morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of her straddling his hips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, already naked beneath the rumpled sheets. "I made you breakfast. But first…" She slid down his body. "Dessert." "Shaiden, I have nothing left
She reached over and squeezed his knee. "And you love it."