onto his mouth, desperate for release. His hold on my hips is possessive as he drags me back and forth along his tongue. Praises and pleas leave my lips. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I writhe above him when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With his tongue, without words, he demands I come for him…and I do. I whimper against the wall, shaking and shivering as I press his head further into my pussy, riding out the waves of release. And when it’s over, I collapse backwards. He catches me and drags me back into his arms as I pant, eyes still closed. Chuckling, he kisses my lips, and I taste my own sweetness mixed with his flavour.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he murmurs.
“Night, Tyler.” I yawn, snuggling closer, unable to fight the exhaustion anymore.
Kisses trail down my back, and a hand traces up my leg. Groaning, I part my thighs, and I hear a laugh. “Morning, Angel. I’ll leave you to get dressed. I’m going to make breakfast, anything you want in particular?”
“Pancakes and orgasms,” I murmur, burying my face into the pillow.
He laughs again, and then his lips brush my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll eat this sweet little dripping pussy with the syrup.”
I flip over and open my eyes instantly when he gets up, laughing as he leaves the room. The bastard, he knows how to sweet talk a girl into getting up. I hear him moving around downstairs, so I slip from the bed. I dress in one of his shirts, and wash and push my hair into a bun before heading downstairs.
Slipping into my seat, I grin as he hums along to the radio. His bottom is only covered in some grey joggers that leave nothing to the imagination as they cup his ass lovingly. His broad shoulders and muscular arms draw my gaze as he cooks. It should be illegal to be this good-looking. When he turns, he winks at me, and I almost swoon. He makes me a tea and places it in front of me, leaning over and kissing me at the same time. “Mmm, you taste delicious,” I murmur, licking my lips.
He grins and moves back to the stove. “Syrup. I was tasting it, making sure it was good enough to touch that pretty pussy.”
I almost spit out my tea. He shouldn’t be able to say stuff like that so calmly. I clean up as he places food in front of me, slips into his own chair, and digs in. My stomach rumbles so I eat too, devouring the whole plate. It’s that good. When I’m done, I lean back with a groan.
“Is there anything you can’t do? Cook, fuck…” I smile, and he laughs as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. I watch him do it as I bite my lip, my pussy clenching as I remember his wakeup promise.
His eyes drop to my lips, and he sits back, draping his arm across the chair as he watches me. “Want something, Angel?”
“You, always.” I grin and then stand before rounding the table. I drag my finger through the syrup on his plate and paint it across his lips. Leaning in, eyes on his, I lick them clean. With a groan, he palms my head and drags me closer as I giggle and fall into his lap.
He kisses me hard, dominating my mouth, and then pulls away, leaving me wanting more. I ache for the orgasm he promised. His hand slips under the shirt and grips my hip before dragging up my side, over my ribs, and to my breast. He squeezes it hard before twisting my nipple, making me whimper.
“Daddy,” I gasp. “You promised… I was a good girl.”
“You are never good, Angel, you’re like Lucifer in a dress.” He laughs but kisses me again, dragging his hand back down to my thigh. He strokes it as he leisurely kisses me, like he has all the time in the world to explore me, even as I’m panting and twisting in his lap, wishing he would touch me more.
“Impatient little thing,” he whispers against my lips.
Biting at his, I tug it before letting it snap back, and he groans. I feel his hardening cock jerk at that, and suddenly, we’re standing.
I’m thrown onto the table. The food and plates crash onto the floor and smash, but we ignore them as he yanks the shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere until I’m bare for him.