Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.49 WHO IS SHE?/SOMETHING NEW(PT.6)

⚠️🌹💦🥵 Michael aka MT🥵💦🌹⚠️

  ⚠️ Long Chapter & Erotic 🥵💦💕⚠️

Michael was worn-out. Dead tired. He was starving, aching, dirty and horny as hell. He didn't even feel like unpacking his shit from the Jeep. For seven days, he'd slept a combined amount of 10 hours and now his body was suffering from exhaustion. He managed to pull his bruised legs out of his Jeep and trudge up the front steps. He felt like he had collided with a Mack truck. He just wanted to see her. Embrace her. Breathe in her scent and fall into a deep sleep.

He unlocked the door and staggered inside. It was pitch black and he tripped over something in the middle of the floor. Felt like a suitcase or bag. He sauntered over to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and got out a bottle of water. He needed a hot shower too, but he just didn't think his body could remain standing long enough to wash.

He walked over to his couch, turned on the TV and eased down, groaning from his sore tailbone.

"Ouch, fuck!" he heard someone say.

Michael rapidly jumped from the couch. "Jesus-fucking-Christ!" He turned on the light near the door, to find Lori smiling up at him while rubbing her legs.

She laughed at him, "Damn, MT, you almost crushed my ankles."

"Fuck, Lori! What the hell are you doing here?" Michael whispered.

"Take it up with Kayla, she invited me," she smiled at him, as she lay back down and threw the cover over her head.

"Goodnight, Lori," he said sarcastically, as he picked up a pillow and flung it at her head. He heard her giggle as he walked down the hallway.

When he reached his bedroom, he quietly opened the door. There she was. His baby. Kayla was lying in the middle of the bed on her back. She had on a flimsy tee shirt, and he could see her tits rising and falling with each breath. He wanted to caress them with his hands. Or mouth. As he walked over closer to her, he had to pinch his lips shut to keep from laughing. She had placed one of his shirts over a pillow, and had it resting beside her. God, she was so cute.

He leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. She immediately awoke with sleepy eyes.

"Michael!" Kayla shrieked, when her eyes focused on him.

"Hey baby, sshh, go back to sleep. I need to take a shower," he said, pushing her soft hair away from her face.

"No, please stay," she whispered, clutching at his shirt.

"Baby, I'm dirty," he said, lightly kissing her full lips.

"I don't care," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Michael pressed his lips firmly against hers. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth. Something about her always reminded him of honey. He leaned over her and started groping her underneath the sheets. Her body was so warm and soft, and she smelled like that damn shampoo or body wash that drove him wild. This is the kind of relationship he had been missing all of his life. Someone who would actually miss him when he was away. Someone who would mourn him if he didn't come back. Someone who loved him deeply.

Fuck it, he'd have to stay dirty.

He ripped the covers off of her and pulled off his shirt. He hoped she hadn't notice him hesitate a moment. His body was killing him, and he was sure if the light was on, she would stop him from his goal of making love to her all night long. She'd probably start crying, knowing how emotional she could get.