“I could eat.”
She stands from her chair. “I can make you something for—”
I take hold of her wrist and guide her to stand between my legs. “I’m not hungry for food,” I state matter-of-factly, the corner of my mouth curving with a roguish grin.
Robyn rolls her eyes, raising her eyebrow down at me as I slide my hands up the smooth skin on either side of her thighs. “Didn’t you have enough of me last night?” she teases as I raise the hem of her T-shirt up and kiss her stomach.
“Me? Get enough of you?” I look up at her through hooded eyes. “Never.” Gripping her hips I help her into a seated position on the table in front of me. “Now, if you don’t mind” —I drag my boxer shorts from her lower half and toss them beside me— “I need to eat my breakfast.”
She bursts out laughing, her entire body shaking, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. “You’re such an odd old man, you know that?”
“Wasn’t old when I had you screaming my name while I fucked that tight little asshole of yours last night.” I chuckle playfully, gently pushing her back towards the table. Her bright copper hair is splayed out like a crown of fire as I remove my boxers from her body. I lift her right leg and place it over my right shoulder, using my free hand to spread her other leg wide. Her breathing is already hitched, waiting for me to devour her.
I lean forward and press my nose against her wet slit and breathe her in as I skim my nose up the length of her pussy. Robyn smells like honey and lemon—that overly sweet shower gel she’s been using since she got here.
I flick my tongue against the piercing she has just above her clitoral hood, and she bucks, pushing her chest to the ceiling. “Stay for the weekend,” I murmur against her pussy, not diving in just yet but teasing her into agreeing.
“The snow… is melting…” One of her hands threads through my thick hair, clasping it tight.
She’s trying to pull me closer to her and all I can do is smile between her legs. “Then leave on Monday.” I blow on her clit, and she releases the most delicate moan. “When it’s safer.”
“Do we really have to talk about—oh!” She barely finishes her sentence, moaning and curving her back the second I swipe my tongue between her lower lips. “Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”
“Okay, what, little bird?” I press further.
“I’ll… I’ll… oh,fuuuck.”
Robyn’s body reacts to me in ways I’ve never seen from any other woman I’ve been with, and fuck me if it isn’t a glorious sight to behold. She’s even using the heel of her foot that’s resting on my shoulder to pull me closer. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.” I tease her more, licking the outside of her lips, sliding a thumb over her clit with a feather’s amount of pressure.
“Please, Jack,” she begs me.
“Please what, baby.”
There’s that word again.
“Y-you win, I’ll… s-stay. Please, just… eat my pussy.” Her fingers tighten further in my hair and although the sharp sting has me briefly gritting my teeth, I love the feel of it.
“I love winning.”
As those words sail from my throat, I bury my face between her legs, opening my mouth as wide as it will go and devouring her pussy like it’s the last time I’ll ever be able to taste her.
Because come Monday it will be, you idiot.
I snake both hands forward, moving them underneath the top she’s wearing and find her nipples, pinching them at the same time and listening to the bliss-filled yelp she releases. My hands roam the entirety of her skin and back down towards the underside of her thighs where I push her knees back to her chest, opening up both holes for me.
“Hold them there,” I order, and she wraps both hands behind the backs of her knees. “So submissive.”
Still sat in the chair I move closer, gripping each of her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, flattening my tongue to run from her ass crack all the way up her slit, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves. I suck it between my lips and flit the tip of my tongue back and forth against it.
“Yes, just like that, Jack… keep going.” Her husky, yet breathless tone only makes me want to keep going. It’s only been a few minutes and she’s already a mess.
I release her clit and slide back down to her back hole, swirling, licking, and flicking my tongue over it, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever I can. After a few more seconds I begin tongue-fucking her ass relentlessly and Robyn’s frantic cries of enjoyment are something to store in my memories for when she’s gone, because fuck does she sound incredible.
“Fuck my ass again… please, Jack,” she begs so loud that if we had neighbours I’d have to gag her.
I pull my tongue from her hole and she proceeds to keep her legs spread for me, so I spit as much saliva as I can onto her pink hole and stand up, watching it glide onto the dark wood of the dining room table. Removing my dick from inside my grey sweats, I reach forward, and she opens other mouth without me having to ask. I force three fingers down the back of her throat until she’s coughing, gagging, and retching all over them.
Thick strings of saliva coat my fingers as I pull them free, and coat my cock with it, slicking it up so I can slide into her nice and easy. I press the tip of my cock against her asshole and very slowly edge into her. The head pushing past her ring with little to no resistance at all, so I keep going.
