“Yeah…” he murmurs, pulling back just enough for his breath to graze my skin. “I knew this was your spot. You can’t hide from me, not when your body tells on you every time.”
He shifts his hips, sliding his cock through my slippery thighs. My pussy throbs, needing him to fuck me now. His mouth claims my nipple as his pace quickens between my legs, my wetness making each thrust smoother than the last.
A sound slips out of me, and I almost laugh. Thank God Arina’s at work—she’d definitely have something to say about that.
My fingers tangle in his hair, his grip tightening at my hips, pulling me closer until the air between us disappears.“Fuck me, please.” I manage to whimper in his ear, my voice barely holding steady.
“You’re so needy, baby girl—I fucking love it.” He says, his massive hand wrapping around my neck. “I’m going to fuck you until my name replaces every other thought in that head of yours.”
A soft cry escapes as he slides out, my body left throbbing, desperate for him. Hovering over me, he adjusts the pillow flat beneath my head, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
He spreads my legs with his knees and pushes in, the lingering soreness turning the pleasure brutal and overwhelming. He watches my eyes as they roll back, a shaky breath escaping my lips. Morning sex is always great. Even when you don’t think you want it—your body always says otherwise.
His massive arms reach over my head, grabbing my headboard as he pounds into me with full force. My fingers grip his waist to keep from sliding. I don’t realize how hard I’m clawing at him until he catches my wrist, pulling my fingers into his mouth sucking them slowly. When he lets go, the red marks I notice left behind make something dark coil in my stomach.
But he doesn’t seem to mind—if anything, the way he pulls me closer says the opposite. He’s already deep, but he wants to go deeper—hell,Iwant him deeper.
His hands grip my waist on both sides while I play with my clit, needing to cum. He hits my spot so hard I can’t hold back anymore. My back arches as my orgasm rips through me, squirting all over his chest, a little landing on his freshly shaved chin.
He looks down at my pussy and smiles, licking my juices from his chin with his impressive tongue. “Coming on my face two days in a row, now youcan’tdeny how special I am.” With the final thrusts, he pushes into me so deepeverything else fades away. “Fuck.” He growls filling me with his thick release.
He pulls out with a grin, his curls just as wild as mine. He brushes a soft kiss against the tip of my nose. “Alright, alright… now we can have breakfast.”
“Thank God,” I sigh dramatically, earning a laugh from him.
He grabs his phone from the nightstand, scrolling while I curl closer against his chest, tracing the veins popping from his hard dick. I’m truly amazed how something this size fits inside me. Arina was right—definitely sprung.
“What are you in the mood for? Pancakes, waffles, eggs… or you want some more of me?”
“Surprise me,” I mumble, still pressed against him. “As long as it’s not dick. I think my girl needs to rest for a minute.”
He smirks. “Rest? Now you know you she won’t be getting much of that as long as you’re with us—so you might as well get used to that to baby girl. How about pancakes?”
I guess I’m adjusting to more than I planned. From settling for mediocre dick to getting wrecked by two massive ones daily. At this rate, my pussy and my mental might be equally fucked.
A few taps later, he sets his phone back down. “Twenty minutes. Then you can thank me for feeding you.”
I tilt my head up at him, lips curving. “I’ll thank the delivery guy.”
“See, that’s what I mean,” he teases, tightening his arm around me. “Always down playing me.”
“Me? Never,” I shoot back with a grin, resting my chin against his chest.
His expression softens as he looks down at me, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “I could get used to this though—seriously. Just lying here with you, not having to move, not having to go anywhere.”
“Lazy looks good on you,” I whisper.
He chuckles, pulling the blanket over us, both of us still naked. “Lazyfeelsgood when it’s with you.”
The knock at the door finally comes, and Cairo slips out of bed just long enough to grab the bags. Then we’re back under the covers, trays balanced on our laps, stealing bites from each other’s plates like it’s second nature. Syrup sticks to my fingertips, and Cairo licks it off with a grin that makes my stomach flip harder than the food ever could.
Between mouthfuls of pancakes, I glance at him. “So… what do we have planned for today?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before answering. “Saint’s gonna swing by in about an hour to pick me up. We got some stuff to handle.”
My fork pauses halfway to my mouth. Just hearing Saint’s name sends a ripple through my chest. I haven’t seen him since the party last night, and with the way things ended between us, I can’t help wonder how he’ll react when he sees me. The thought settles heavy in my stomach, uneasy and unwelcome.
I force a smile, careful to keep my tone even. “That’s good. I, uh… I’ve got an interview later.”
