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Moaning.
Panting.
Begging.
Pleading.
That's what came to my mind when I woke up, disoriented, my memories of last night foggy.
"Ugh." I whimpered, pressing my hands against my eyes as my head pounded.
So this is what a hangover felt like.
I wasn't a fan of this feeling.
From my side, a masculine groan sounded out in the room – freezing me in place. I heard slight shuffling from behind my naked, curled up body, before a huge, muscled figure grunted again and wrapped their arms around my waist and hips before snuggling their face into the back of my neck.
My eyes were blown wide open in the darkened room as my heart leapt into my throat.
What. The. Motherfucking. Fuck. Is. Happening?
I felt something warm and hard poke against my waist as the sleeping man pulled me closer, unintentionally.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I fought to contain my panic and horror as the pain, and soreness made itself known between my legs.
