His eyes looked from mine, then to the counter.
“I was, but I also couldn’t get the taste of your pussy out of my mind. What’s for breakfast?”
He stepped away from me and walked to the counter. I stood behind him staring a hole in his back because I was speechless. Major didn’t care what came out of his mouth, even when it sounded crazy. His bluntness was a turn-on to me.
“Um, I was thinking pancakes and bacon or sausage. I’m not in the mood for eggs, but I can make you some if you want some. If you want something completely different, I can make that too.” I wasn’t sure why I let him get me all frazzled. He was just so nonchalant, then asked about breakfast like it was nothing.
“Let’s make the pancakes and bacon together.”
“Oh, okay.”
I made the pancake batter as Major made the bacon.
“Here, let me help you mix the batter.” Major came behind me and put his hand over mine. His dick pressed into my back. It was semi-hard, and it felt big. I could imagine how it would feel fully hard.
“It’s all in the wrist action.” Major whispered in my ear as our hands moved in sync to mix the batter.
I knew how to make pancakes. Very well at that, so I wasn’t sure why I let Major think I needed the help. I wasn’t going to complain, though, because the moment felt intimate.
“You ever put blueberries or chocolate chips in your pancakes?”
It was hard to focus on his question as his dick pushed into me.
“I’ve used chocolate chips. I should have gotten some from the pantry.” My voice came out breathier than I intended.
“You should have.” He picked up the bowl and poured it into the pan on the stove.
He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the side of my neck.
“I like them browner around the edges,” he said, then kissed my neck again. I watched the pan to make sure it wasn’t time to flip the pancakes. I felt Major move, and suddenly, my pajama shorts moved too.
My legs were pushed apart, then Major’s tongue was on my pussy.
“Don’t let my pancakes burn, Tumy,” he mumbled against my pussy, then lifted one of my legs.
He couldn’t have expected me to worry about cooking anything while he licked and sucked up my juices. He threw me off again.
“I thought we were cooking together?” I managed to ask between moaning.
“We are. You watch the food, and I eat this pussy. Now pay attention and let me finish.” Both of his hands were on my hips. He pulled me closer to make my bottom half arch more as he devoured me.
I gripped the counter with one hand while I managed to flip the pancakes over.
“Fuck this.” Major stood up, turned the stove off, then picked me up. “I was trying to hold out, but I can’t any longer. Your smell and taste are driving me fucking crazy, and I need to feel that shit on my dick.”
He carried me to the bedroom. The door was already open, so he closed it and dropped me onto the bed. My bottoms were already off and sitting on the kitchen floor.
I watched Major as he took off his shirt and shorts. He had a tattoo on one of his biceps, and the other arm had multiple tats. His two silver chains rested against his chest.
He licked his lips and pulled his hair behind his head. He climbed onto the bed and got in between my legs.
I felt his dick at my opening, but instead of entering me, he leaned down and kissed me deeply. His tongue felt like it would go down my throat, and I moaned. One of his hands traced my body. His fingers dipped and traced every crevice or stretch mark.
“Cute ass.” Major smiled, then dropped his head to my titty. He suckled on my nipple like it was his first drop of liquid in forever.
My phone rang on the table next to the bed, but I ignored it. Whoever it was, they would have to call back later. It wasn’t anyone important because it was the regular ringtone.
Major kissed me again at the same time he slid into me.
