“Breakfast first, then I’ll f**k you.”
“Fine, but eat fast.”
I chuckle and then remove her hands from my ass. “Grab us coffee from the pot.”
She looks over at the coffee maker and says, “For a man who has all this money, I’m surprised you don’t have a fancier machine.”
“No need when I like it black,” I answer. “Don’t worry, there’s creamer and shit in the fridge for you.”
“Aw, did you get that just for me?”
“I did,” I answer.
She pulls two mugs off the tree mug stand next to the coffee maker and then fills them up. She then goes to the fridge, where she pauses for a moment. “Silas, there are five different creamers in here.”
“I didn’t know what you would like.”
“When did you get them?”
“This morning,” I answer as I put the very large omelet on the plate and then split it in half. I serve her the other half and then grab the whole wheat toast from the toaster and spread b**ter over both slices. Together, we take the plates, silverware, and cups to the table. I sit and then tug on her hand to sit on my lap.
“You know, there is a perfectly good chair right over there,” she says as I k**s her neck.
“I know, but I’ve been jealous of watching my friends sit with their girls like this. It’s my f**king turn.”
She loops her arm around my shoulders and k**ses my cheek. “That’s actually really cute.”
I smooth my hand over her th**h and pick up my fork. “You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you.”
“For what? Making you blackout when I s**ked you off last night?”
I lightly laugh. “No, not that, but this mouth”—I lightly k**s her—“it’s f**king sinful.”
“Thank you.”
“But that’s not what I was talking about.” I r*b her th**h gently. “Thank you for being patient with me. I still have a lot to work out in my head, but I appreciate you not getting frustrated with me.”
“Like I said”—she drags her thumb over my l*p—“you’re worth it, Silas.”
I nip at her l*ps, and she smiles, returning the k**s before turning back to her breakfast. “So I have a lot of things I want to do with you.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Well, first of all, I want to try my vibrator on you. I also have this c**k ring I’ve been eyeing that I want to strap you in. Also, how do you feel about some light bondage?”
I chuckle. “Jesus, Ollie, I thought you were talking about like regular activities.”
“Are c**k rings not regular activities?”
“No.” I laugh some more and then k**s her shoulder. “But I’m game for whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Really. Just don’t hurt me. I still have to play hockey. If my balls are beaten up and bruised, I’m going to have a hell of a time skating.”
“I love your balls. I would never hurt them.”
“Well, that’s not something I’ve ever heard.”
“Because my predecessor didn’t know how to appreciate her man.” She k**ses my chest and draws her hand down on my balls where she lightly cups them. I breathe out a deep sigh, so f**king content as she handles me. “Do you get waxed?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“I thought so, I’ve never seen them hairless like that, and I feel like I couldn’t get enough of them in my mouth last night.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
She scoops up some egg and then says, “Can I ask you something, and I’m not asking to get praise or anything like that, just genuinely curious?”
“Sure.”
“Well, Yonny never truly liked getting his dick s**ked, and I don’t know why. He didn’t like sex that much in general, and I always thought that was weird. Do you think that has anything to do with my . . . rather aggressive technique?”
“F**k . . . no,” I answer. “That was all on him. Baby, when I say you’re easily the best I’ve ever had, I mean that.”
She turns toward me. “Really?”
“Really.”
She twists so now she’s straddling me, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I sl*p my hands under her shirt and then pull it all the way off her body and deposit it on the floor. I then take my already hard dick out of my briefs and whisper, “F**k me.”
“I’ve been waiting,” she says right before she lifts up, poises my c**k at her entrance, and slams down.
Christ . . .
She is absolute heaven.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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