The Man Who Has No Love - Victoria Quinn Page 0,24

against me, stretching as she moaned.

My dick was hard and cushioned between her cheeks, so when she arched her back, her cheeks hugged me further, greeting my dick in the way he liked.

She sighed then turned her head slightly, so she could look at me over her shoulder. “Morning.”

I kissed her neck. “Morning, baby.”

She dropped her head. “I love the weekends…”

I hugged her into me. “Me too.” I kissed her neck again. After a one-night stand, I was always disappointed to see they were still in my bed the next morning. But seeing Cleo always put a smile on my face, a warmth in my heart.

My lips continued to kiss her neck while my hips rocked slightly, pushing my dick between her soft cheeks, my cock hard because of morning wood, but also because of the sexy ass my dick gravitated to. My fingers glided down her flat stomach and to the area between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it.

She started to rock back into me, moaning quietly as I rubbed her most sensitive feature. Her arm moved behind her and cupped the back of my neck as I continued to kiss her neck, place warm breaths against her ear.

I loved making love in my dark bedroom with the Manhattan lights glowing through the windows. But I loved morning sex even more, lazy fucks when our bodies were still relaxed, when we weren’t truly awake, heightening the sensation between our bodies. I grabbed a pillow and tugged it under her stomach before I rolled her forward. My body pressed her into the mattress, and I slipped inside her wetness right away, like my dick knew exactly where it was going with no supervision.

I pounded into her pussy, her cheeks clapping against my body with every thrust. It was lazy and half-assed, but it still felt so good, making her clit grind into the pillow until she came with a quiet moan, like she was still too tired to really react. I came a second later, filling her with a groan, and then rolled over to my back.

Morning sex was better than my morning coffee.

She lay still, like she was too comfortable to move.

I didn’t mind in the least—because the view was incredible. My arms reached out and stroked down her back until my hand was on her perky ass. It was such a juicy nectarine, so perky and curvy. She had a tiny waist and then this sexy ass. It drove me crazy.

She turned her head my way so she could look at me, her hair a mess. “I’m going back to sleep…”

I smiled. “Fine with me. But I was going to make breakfast in bed.”

“Wait, wait.” She sat up. “I’m awake.”

I chuckled. “Waffles and tater tots.”

“Ooh…that sounds amazing.”

I smacked her ass before I got up. “Coming right up.”

She stayed in the same position, like she really was so comfortable that she would never move.

Thirty minutes later, I walked into the bedroom with a plate and a mug of coffee.

She was still on her stomach. “That smells so damn good.” She turned over and sat up in bed, keeping the sheets over her tits.

I set everything on the nightstand.

She grabbed the plate and placed it in front of her. “I hope I’m not the only one eating.”

“I’ll be right back.” I grabbed my plate and got into bed beside her, enjoying the waffle even though I knew it was pointless to eat. I dunked a piece in the syrup then placed it into my mouth.

“I noticed batter was on your list. Now I know why. Thought it was for Derek.”

“Derek eats enough shit at Valerie’s. He’s not getting that here.”

“Come on, he’s a kid. It’s the one time in his life he can eat whatever he wants.”

I shook my head. “I care more about him being healthy than living on the wild side.”

She placed a tater tot in her mouth, the crunch audible. “These are perfect. Nice and crispy.”

I finished my plate then grabbed my mug to take a drink.

The doorbell rang.

I stilled, barely getting the coffee into my throat before I was interrupted.

She quickly turned to me. “Expecting company?”

“No. Could it be Matt?”

“No.”

The doorbell rang again.

“Fuck, it’s Valerie.” I set everything on the nightstand before I got out of bed and pulled my clothes on.

“How do you know?”

The doorbell rang again. “Who else would be so obnoxious?”

“Oh my god, what do I do?”

“Just stay here and enjoy your breakfast.” I left the bedroom and shut the door