My Rockstar Assistant: A Hot Lesbian Romance by Reba Bale

Author:Reba Bale [Bale, Reba]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798798129584
Google: Ha7pzgEACAAJ
Amazon: B09J2D1PXK
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp
Published: 2022-01-07T22:00:00+00:00

Christine

Watching Lila come just might be my new favorite thing in the whole world. She’d been gripping the comforter, her body shaking with need as she begged me to come, her beautiful brown eyes glazed over with desire. The gift of her submission was one I didn’t take lightly.

The instant I gave her permission to come her entire body had stiffened, her back bowed as she arched off the bed, sobbing my name like a prayer while she surrendered to her orgasm.

“Christine! Christine! Christine!”

I lowered my head and kissed her deeply. When she finally shopped shaking I reached down to slide the vibrator out of her pussy. It was dripping with her arousal, and I felt a sense of pride that I’d made this beautiful and powerful woman come so hard she squirted.

She lay on her back, arms and legs spread out like she was a starfish, completely unselfconscious. Her glazed expression told me she needed some aftercare, so I draped the thick blanket up over her prone body, slid up next to her, and rolled partly on top of her. I slid my top leg between hers, slid my arm over her waist, and settled my head on her shoulder, giving her a little squeeze.

“That was...I can’t believe...oh my god.”

I smiled at her stammering. I felt the same as she did. The last hour had been the highlight of my life. I’d never had a sexual experience that was so hot, so satisfying, or felt so right. Leaning up, I gave Lila a soft kiss on the lips.

“You were a very good girl Lila, so sexy. Sleep now sweetheart.”

I’m pretty sure she fell asleep before I even finished my sentence, and I was right behind her. When my bladder finally woke me up the next morning, we were still wrapped around each other as neither one of us could stand to have even an inch of space separating us. I moved away gently, loathe to wake her up.

I padded into the kitchen and started making us breakfast. My eyes caught on the clock, and I amended that – I started making us brunch.

I was just removing the bacon from the pan when Lila stumbled in, looking adorably rumpled. She’d thrown on a pair of sweatpants, a tank top with a sweater over it, and fuzzy slippers. I shot her a smile over my shoulder.

“There’s coffee,” I told her. “But it’s not a macchiato.”

She gave me a wink and poured herself a cup of coffee, drinking it at the counter while she stared out the window. She was uncharacteristically quiet. Normally Lila was always moving, always chatting, always full of energy. I suspected she was a tad bit ADHD, although we’d never spoke of it.

Her silence worried me. Was what we did last night too much? I’d done plenty of experimenting, particularly after my fiancée and I broke up. I’d had several partners who enjoyed being tied up, who craved a spanking, who didn’t mind following orders in the bedroom.

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