Page 69 of Her Filthy Grump
After I collect the ingredients I need, I whip up a breakfast for a queen. My queen. Golden silver dollar pancakes, eggs–Sunnyside up, and not too crispy bacon. By the time I’m done, the whole place smells like a café, and my mouth is watering.
“Hey.” She walks into the room wearing one of my T-shirts. It covers her to the top of her thighs.
“Hey, yourself.” I snatch a piece of bacon, march over to her, and dangle it in front of her mouth.
“Thank you,” she moans, bites off a piece of it, and steals the rest from my fingers. “I’m starving.”
“Damn. I’m feeling bad here. You have the same ‘O’ face for bacon as you do for me.”
“You’re both delicious.” She grins and gobbles down the rest of the bacon. After she swallows, she smacks her lips together. “More, please.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “More bacon or more sex?”
She laughs and moves to the plate of bacon. “More bacon, then sex, then more food.” She raises her eyebrows. “Deal?”
“Perfect. Eat quick.” I snatch the condom out of my pocket and wave it in the air.
Her eyes widen. “You brought a condom to the kitchen?”
“Yep. Don’t want anything keeping me from an opportunity to bury myself in your sweetness.” I stalk toward her. “Eat.”
“Yes, sir.” She munches on the food as the flush on her neck moves up to her cheeks. The second she swallows, she says, “Done.”
“That’s better. I don’t want you to die of starvation.” I cage her between my arms and press her back into the island top. “Too bad you haven’t tried the syrup yet.”
Her eyes are glued to my lips. “What about you? Won’t you get hungry.”
“Nope.” I drag the hem of the T-shirt up to her waist and stare at her face. I’m never going to grow tired of being with her. She’s everything I never knew I was looking for. My hand slips down her belly and to her soft curls. “No panties?”
“No.” She strokes my hard shaft. “I guess we both had the same idea.”
“Yeah.” I drop to my knees. It’s been hours since I’ve tasted her sex. As I lean forward, I inhale her scent and it has me growing harder. I want her in my bed every morning so I can revel in her goodness.
When I reach the juncture of her thighs, I feast greedily on her pussy. Her moans of delight go straight to my head, spurring on my actions. I need her like a drowning man needs air. As I flick and suck her clit, her pelvis arches toward my face, and her hands lace into my hair.
“God, yes. That feels so good.” Her voice sounds full of heat and need.
I tug on her clit with my tongue and upper lip as I slide my hand up her thigh. Her sex is wet and ready for me as she grinds against my face. Fuck. I love how desperate she is for me. I want to touch all of her at once. Although, my dick is starting to get pouty about all the action my mouth is getting.
Too bad. I slip two fingers into her tight core and thrust hard against her sweet spot. Her growl of approval causes me to smile against her mound.
“Please, make me come.” Her hands pull on my hair as she shoves my face hard against her body. There’s nothing I want more in this world than to fulfill her command. I want to feel her sex convulsing against my tongue and to hear her desperate mews of pleasure.
I repeatedly lash my tongue over her sensitive clit and work in and out of her pussy. Her legs quiver as her orgasm nears. “Faster, Kam. Harder.”
As I follow her demands, she crashes around me. Her body bucks and thrusts as I bathe my tongue in her honey.
Chapter Forty-Five
Layla
Several days later, I step onto the sidewalk in front of my parent’s house and snatch my cell phone out of my purse.Harbor.“Thanks for calling me back.”
“You said it was urgent.”
“It is.” I pace in front of the concrete steps.
“What could be so important that you pull me out of a boring meeting?”