Maggie Arrival

Jules opened his eyes slowly, and he saw it wasn't morning yet.

But, he couldn't tell what the time was since the alarm clock was at the other side of the nightstand. Also, he was feeling too lazy to swivel his head to glance at the wall clock.

Perhaps, it was midnight because the moonlight was at its peak already, and the brightness illuminated the room.

A smile formed on his face as he glanced at the warm body cuddled next to him.

She was bare and had slept soon after their lovemaking last night.

Jules twirled a white strand of hair that was spread on the pillow in his finger, and he couldn't stop grinning at how her body moulded perfectly into his.

He had never gone back to the same bed again with a woman because he was frequently with different people, and the first time he met Janice; he hadn't stopped thinking about her.

Jules doubted if he would ever stop.

He sucked in a deep breath as her hand clutched his member.

She stroked it for a while, then squeezed. But not en