Her legs were beginning to give though and the nights chaos had left her mentally drained. Stepping out of the shower Alice wrapped a thick white towel around herself and walked through to the bedroom to ask Deon for something to wear to bed. When she walked in to the bedroom however, she found Deon perched on the edge of the bed, his legs slightly spread and his tongue licking over that plump lower lip. Alice wanted to resist, she wanted to tell him not to bother, she was tired. But who was she kidding, Deon McQueen wanted to do things to her that no other man had ever been capable of doing and she couldn’t say no. Alice wedged herself between his legs, feeling his big hands settle on either side of her waist. Deon spun her around and pulled her on to his knee while letting his hand slide up her naked thigh.
“Feel better?†His voice was as smooth as it ever was and Alice, just like she always did, melted.