Delila and her dress had followed Alex into his dreams. If she wouldn't have emptied that whole bottle of Champagne, he would have gladly taken her home with him. After that little interlude at Sam's club, he had been more than ready to fuck her senseless throughout the rest of the night. Ah, who was he kidding, he has been ready to fucking burst since the moment he laid eyes on her.
God, her tits in that dress... He was already imagining her on his lap again, those perfect, juicy breasts freed from that hindering fabric, ready for him to play with them. He could almost feel the heavy wetness of her crotch grinding down on his swollen dick.
Wait... he could actually feel it... his eyes shot open. There were tits dangling in front of his face... but those weren't Delila's. Damn...he knew these...and he should, he'd paid for them... Alex groaned...
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"Amanda...what are you doing here? Get off me..." He pushed her down and sat up.
"Hi baby... aren't you happy to see me?" She pouted and used her all too familiar girly-voice. He couldn't even remember why on earth he ever might have thought that was sexy...
Her hand snuck back under the sheets and she started to stroke his hard cock.
"Your little friend here tells me you are very happy to have me back in your bed!"
Little? That's how she wanted to get him going? Alex blinked a few times. Nope, unfortunately it wasn't just a bad dream, she still was here... letting out an angry little huff at his now rapidly deflating member. Yeah, that hasn't been hard because of you to begin with... finally she let go of him. Alex made sure to get out of bed and as far away from her as the room would allow. Quickly he put on a shirt and some sweatpants.
"How did you even get in here?"
"Oh silly, you gave me a key, don't you remember?"
"You were supposed to give that back a long time ago, Amanda."
Again, with that pouting... he couldn't stand it. "I need some coffee for this. And you better put on some clothes!"
"Oh, baby, are you afraid that you won't be able to concentrate with me looking like that?"
"More like there is nothing I've ever wanted to see again, and that god-awful neon color might give me a migraine."
Alex walked out into the kitchen without even giving her a second look. He put on the coffee and used the time it was dripping through to check his phone. Damn, Delila had already texted him.
He couldn't get away right now, that little problem over there in his room needed to be under control first. So, he messaged Trey to see if he was free to pick up Delila today.
Trey, you up yet? Could you drive Delila today? Can't make it, having a little domestic problem I need to deal with. Thks!
There was just enough time to send him Delila's number too, as two bony arms made their way around his waist from behind. Alex stepped away, turning around to face her. At least she was dressed now.
