That perks her up, making me laugh as I lean down and kiss her. When I taste the sweetness that is all Lexi, my cock jerks, but I ignore it. Not everything is about sex, and I want her to know that. As much as I crave to see her body splayed beneath me, and have my cock in that tight little pussy with her pleasure dripping all over it, I desire the intimacy just as much. Her kindness, her words, her support, her love.
I slip from the bed and leave her to wake up as I head to the kitchen. My eyes catch on the ruined door, so I quickly shoot a text to a contractor I know, and he promises to be here within the next hour to fix it and also add more security measures to it. I want my girl to be safe, and no one should ever get in while she’s sleeping or vulnerable.
Hell, just never until she lets them in.
I hear her getting ready, so I turn to the fridge and pull out some sausages and bacon to make some quick sandwiches. I’ve brewed the coffee and am just plating up when she comes in, freshly showered and dressed in a simple, clingy dress that almost has me dropping my mug in my haste to get to her. Laughing, she tries to swat me away as I kiss along her face and neck, dipping her as I do and feeling her up.
“Food first, cock after.” She huffs.
Grinning, I pull back and kiss her. “But you look good enough to eat, Angel,” I mutter.
“Well, in that case—” She starts, but then sniffs. “Oh God, is that bacon? Move.” She pushes me away, and I almost fall over with laughter as she rushes to the table and starts to eat.
“I see where I stand in your hierarchy,” I tease as I sit and begin to eat too.
“Yep, it goes bacon, Daddy, donuts.” She smirks as she pops another bite into her mouth.
When we have finished eating, I wash up as she sips her coffee, her gaze faraway. I don’t like the concern in her expression, so I spin her chair around, grab her mug, and place it on the table as I fall to my knees before her, stroking her thighs. Those blue eyes darken with hunger as she watches me, her thighs parting slightly to invite me closer.
Watching her, I lean down and kiss along her thighs, nudging her dress up with my nose. “You promised Daddy after, didn’t you?” I murmur against her skin, making her shiver. I love her response to me. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and her thighs spread wider. Her hand reaches out and grips my shoulder, trying to drag me closer.
Teasingly, I run my nose along the inside of her thigh as I press them open. Her dress still covers her pussy, so I tug it up and lick my lips at the tiny yellow lace thong obscuring my view of my favourite place to be.
Buried deep inside of her with any part of me.
“I’m hungry for something else,” I whisper against her skin, rolling my eyes up to meet hers as she leans back, lips parted as she watches me.
“Oh yeah, what for?” she asks, throwing her thigh over my shoulder to give me better access.
“You, always. For this sweet little cunt that’s already nice and wet for me, and to taste your pleasure in your cum, Angel.”
Done wasting time, I pull off her panties, kissing along her leg as I do, before staring at her wet cunt. I graze my mouth along her thigh, stopping and nipping every few inches. She groans, trying to drag me closer, and I chuckle.
Finally, I touch her pussy, and she trembles under my touch. I part her lips and glide my fingers down her slit, wetting them before rubbing her clit and then dragging them back down and slipping them inside her. Her tight pussy wraps around my fingers as she starts to fuck herself on them.
But I promised to eat her, and my mouth is already parched from the need to taste her. Leaning in, I pucker my lips around her clit and suck, rolling it back and forth before lashing it with my tongue. She grinds into my mouth and fingers as I speed up my touch. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, almost making me come from her taste alone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispers, grinding into my mouth. I wait until she’s almost there, and then I sit back, my chin and lips no doubt coated in her cream.
“Daddy,” she whines, her eyes flickering open.
Kissing her inner thigh, I get to my feet and head to the fridge, not showing her what I’m doing until I’m back between her legs. She watches me in confusion as I lean in and, with the ice cube in my mouth, lick along her pussy.
She yelps, but it turns into a groan as I slip the cube along her clit and wet, warm pussy. “Holy hell,” she mutters, jerking her hips as she chases her release.
Humming, I slide it along her, back and forth, bumping her clit time and time again before curling my tongue around it and burying it inside her channel. She cries out, clenching my hair as she rides my face desperately. The ice melts inside her until, with a yell, she comes, tightening around my tongue. Groaning, I lap up her cream until she pushes me away.
I sit back and watch my angel pant, her eyes fluttering open, her chest heaving as she slumps in the chair. Smirking, I lick my lips as she watches. “On your feet, face down across the table. Now, Angel,” I demand.
She grabs the table and gets to her wobbly feet, but I can’t wait, and I decide I want to see her face when I plunge inside her. So I stand, grab her, and drop her on the counter before ripping open her thighs. She watches me hungrily as I yank down my pants and palm my hard cock.
“Get inside me,” she orders, tugging her dress over her head and tossing it away.
Groaning, I lower my head and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, but she’s impatient, her hand wrapping around my length and guiding me to her dripping cunt. I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge until she’s balanced and leaning back, and with one stroke, I slam inside my girl, stretching her tight pussy around my thick, hard cock.
Releasing her nipple, I turn my head and suck the other one into my mouth, twisting and biting down as she clenches around me, her legs wrapping around my waist, urging me on.
Gripping the edge of the counter, I lift my head and meet her gasping lips as I pull out and thrust back in. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it down as I fuck her.
I speed up until we’re clinging to each other, her pussy pulsing, her cries increasing. My legs shake with the need to come, but I hold back, wanting to be in her tight, wet heat as long as I can. She feels so fucking good.
When I’m inside her, nothing else matters. Everything but her and her pleasure disappears.
Her hand slides between us and cups my balls and squeezes them. I’m helpless to resist, and I slam into her, grinding down to hit her clit, and I grunt as I come. She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me as she’s thrown into her own orgasm.
Good fucking morning to me.
I leave Lexi’s after breakfast and go to work for a few hours before heading home to deal with calls, and then I finally settle down for the night. But my house is empty and lonely, and I realise I want to spend every night with my girl. Here, at hers, I don’t care. As long as she is with me.
I text her that, and she sends me back a crying emoji before wishing me goodnight.
As I’m cleaning up, the three loud banging knocks on my door make me frown. It’s late, and Lexi is asleep at home, so who could it be? They come again, louder this time, more insistent, almost shaking the door with the force and sending the dog next door into a barking meltdown.
Before I can even answer it, the back door opens, and I turn to see a flustered, angry Justin. “Justin, what the fuck?” I snap.