The blue light she held over her toes beeped. It must’ve been the sound of her freedom, because she was up on her feet in a flash. My white shirt raised along with her arms. She rushed toward me, wrapping them around my body. Her legs joined.
I kissed her lips until she parted them, pulling me into her mouth.
“Hello, my baby,” I said, breathlessly.
She’d stolen oxygen directly from my lungs.
“Hi, my love.”
Royce’s stomach rumbled against my body. She tucked her head, flushed with embarrassment.
“When’s the last time you ate?”
She remained silent.
“Royce.”
“When you cooked breakfast this morning,” she whispered.
I carried her into the kitchen. I placed her body on the cool counter and opened the fridge. A bottle of water was the first thing I grabbed. The sliced turkey meat from the deli was the next. I placed them both beside her and removed my button down.
“Have those and sit your ass right there while I make something for dinner.”
“Yes, sir,” she joked, placing a hand on her head.
“Remembering to eat shouldn’t be so hard.”
“I’ve been swamped with calls and tasks all day.”
“So have I, but I still put something on my stomach during lunch hours.”
“I wasn’t hungry then. I was still full.”
I paused, taking a good look at her. As expected, she was wearing a sinister smile.
She’d swallowed every drop of my semen this morning.
And last night.
I was campaigning hard but I was fucking Royce even harder. My hours outside of the office werw spent in her pussy and in her mouth. I loved them both the same almost. However, her pussy had far more power.
Her time was split between Clarke and my home. I hated when she was away, but I loved how much her pussy missed me when she was gone. Her absence was a gift and a curse. When she was waiting for me at home, I couldn’t think logically. My mind was at home with her.
“You’re ruthless, my baby.”
“You love it here.”
I nodded.
“You haven’t told a lie yet.”
She opened the container filled with turkey. She pulled off the first piece and extended it toward me. Her generosity had me by the neck. Royce was selfless. She thought of everyone else, making sure they were okay, before taking care of her own needs. She wasn’t the oldest, but it was obvious she wasn’t the youngest either. Royce was a caretaker.
Because I knew she needed me to have the piece of meat more than I did, I accepted it. I rolled it up and bit into it.
“Eat.”
She nodded, stuffing her mouth with turkey. I watched as she chewed until it was gone.
