I took that to mean I was doing okay and boosted my confidence. Suddenly, the comforter no longer covered me, and when I peeked up at Graham with my mouth full of his dick, he groaned.
My mouth was slippery with saliva and precum, sliding up and down the top half of his dick with ease, and my hand did the same on the bottom half.
“Suck that shit, baby. Just like that.”
Both of his hands were now on my head, his fingers massaging my scalp as he controlled my pace. Sucking dick was like riding a bike. No matter how much time had passed, you never forgot how to do it.
“Argh!” he groaned. “I’m fucking cummin’!”
I tried to keep sucking, but I no longer had control over the situation. He held my head and fucked my face until he exploded in my mouth. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted my head and collapsed. I returned to my spot next to him with tears falling from my eyes and remnants of semen on my tongue.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Shit. Good fucking morning to you.”
A few seconds later, his ass was fast asleep.I guess I did a good job,I thought. I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I dressed in some workout clothes and took Que for a long walk. When I returned, I was starving. Graham was still asleep, so I decided to make breakfast. I finished cooking about an hour later, just as my overnight guest entered the kitchen.
“You’re finally awake.”
I stood in front of the stove, and he approached me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“Aye, you got nobody to blame but yourself. What time is it?”
“Almost ten. You hungry?”
“Starving. What’d you make?”
“Bacon, cheesy eggs, pancakes from scratch, and I used the shrimp I had left from yesterday to make shrimp and grits.”
“Damn. I’ve been asleep long enough for you to cook all that?”
“It’s been a few hours. Sit down, and I’ll make your plate. You want everything?”
“Hell yeah.”
A few minutes later, we were enjoying our food with a glass of orange juice.
“I wanted to make mimosas, but I didn’t have any champagne.”
“This is perfect. Everything tastes good as hell.”
We ate in silence for a minute, but I had a burning question.
“So, did we have sex last night?”
He chuckled with his mouth full and didn’t respond right away.
“I’m low-key offended.”
“Offended? Why?”
“Because when we have sex, you won’t wake up wondering if we did. You’ll be walking funny for days following penetration from this dick.”
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes but knew he was speaking the truth.
“Whatever. I didn’t think we did, but I wanted to be sure.”
“Like I said, there would be no question.”
