This was my rebirth.
Born in blood, bred for revenge, my life had but one purpose.
Someday I would find The Ivory…
And I would kill him.
Then…
“Mmm… no,” I whine, raspy and petulant. Frowning, I roll over, stuffing my face into the pillow. “Not yet…”
The deep, sexy rumbles and rustling of cozy blankets are being drowned out by that insufferable beeping.Annoying as shit.
A heavy arm around my waist pulls me closer. I want nothing more than to stay like this, because I can feel a distinct rock-hard object jamming into my ass, and it has me thrumming below the waist.
That goddamn beeping, though…
“Kemper,” I growl. He hums, clearly half-conscious, kissing my shoulder. It feelsawesome, but now Sobaka is barking at the alarm, and it’s way too early for all this noise. “Shut it off.”
Kemper sighs, brushing his lips over my ear. “Yes, sir Luscious.” He’s moving in slow motion as he shifts away to turn the damn thing off. “Sobaka,” he snaps. “Give it a rest. You’re bothering other Daddy.” Nestling up behind me once more, he resumes his kissing and rubbing his morning wood on me. “He woke up grumpy.”
A tired chuckle puffs from my lips, my frustration easing now that the stupid alarm is no longer screaming at me. “Sorry…”
“Perfectly alright, sexy ass,” he croons, and I laugh some more. “I know how to handle you when you’re like this.”
Grinning sleepily, I arch my back to grind my butt on his deliciouslylargecock.
“You mean by handling this…?” I take his hand in mine, bringing it around to my front so he can feel that I’m now equally hard.
His chest vibrates into my back. Tired or not, I’m squirming.
Kellan Kemper has the uncanny ability to get me all the way up, no matter what.
“Or wrapping my lips around it,” he rumbles, amusement audible in his deep brogue, extra gravelly and erotic first thing in the morning.God, I love it. It fills my dick almost as much as the way he’s massaging it right now. “A blowjob does wonders for grouchiness.”
“True.” I bite my lip. “All Oscar The Grouch needed was for Grover to get on his knees in that trashcan and throat some puppet dick.” Kemper snorts on the nape of my neck. “Oscar The Chill As Fuck in ten minutes.”
“That’s disturbing, Luscious,” he teases. “He lives in garbage.”
“I didn’t say it would taste good.” I shrug.
“Jesus…” He grunts and mimics a gag.
I chuckle, rolling onto my back to gaze up at him, blinking at his beautiful face, and the way he’s glowing down at me, brighter than the rays of sunshine streaming in through our partially drawn curtains.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he hums, brushing messy strands of pink hair from my forehead.
“It is now.” My fingers treasure the curves of muscle in his chest, grazing up his neck and jaw. I touch his lips and bites my fingertip playfully.
“Why’d you schedule the meeting so early when you know you prefer sleeping in?” He cocks a sternI know you better than you know yourselfbrow at me, and I huff.
“I figured it’d be fine.” I rub my eyes. “But I barely got an hour last night. By the time I finally fell asleep, the alarm was going off.”
A frown tugs his lips into this Kemper-pout that warms my chest with how adorable it is, and how unbearably sweet it is that he truly hates when I’m even the slightest bit unhappy or stressed. If Kemper had his way, I’d be living in Utopia, orgasming and eating ice cream twenty-four hours a day.
Unrealistic, yes, but he pampers me enough to get pretty dang close.
“That’s upsetting,” he grumbles. “I could’ve sworn I fucked you into at least a few solid hours of sated slumber.”
