“Guess you better give them all the details,” I said, smiling against her neck.
“We should probably go to work.”
“We could stay here,” I offered. “I own the company. I don’t need to be there right at eight.”
“I need to eat breakfast, shower, dress.” She looked up at the ceiling. I turned her to face me.
“Was it not everything you wanted?” I asked, searching her eyes. What if I had hurt her? I would never forgive myself.
She smiled and kissed me softly, her tits pressing against my chest. I deepened the kiss and was satisfied when she moaned against my mouth.
“There you are,” I murmured.
“Sorry. I think maybe I have a sex hangover.”
“You know what the best cure is?”
“Pancakes?”
“More sex. But I can make you pancakes after,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs. She was still wet and hot. I wanted to bury my cock in her pussy. “Or are you all spent from last night?” I said.
She moved against me as I stroked her pussy, teasing her clit. “I have a lot of orgasms in the bank,” she slurred.
“So you’re going to let me fuck you.”
“Only if you make me pancakes.”
“You can have pancakes,” I said, “but first I want your biscuits.” I pressed kisses along the curves of her tits to her hips and down to her pussy. She moaned, gripping my head as I teased her with my tongue, making her more wet and aching than my fingers had. When she was begging and pleading for my cock, I pushed back up, teasing her pussy with my dick while she dug her nails into my arms.
“You’re a tease,” she gasped.
I laughed and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand, put it on, then stroked her pussy with my cock.
“Fuck me!”
“And to think just last night, you were the blushing virgin,” I said. She nipped my chin. I pushed her back onto the bed and thrust into her, filling her tight pussy with my cock.
“You can go harder this time.”
“Already making demands,” I purred, but I obliged.
I grabbed her hips and tilted her ass up toward me, then I thrust into her tight pussy, fucking her into the bed. She moaned. Her tits bounced, and I took one into my mouth, rolling her nipple as I fucked her. Her pussy tightened around me, and I increased my rhythm, making sure to hit her clit with my cock. I could tell she was close from the way her moans became throatier. I kissed her, tangling our tongues together, as she shuddered around me, her orgasm sending me over the edge.
“Maybe I’ll start getting up earlier if all my mornings start off like this,” she said with a grin as she pressed kisses to my mouth and jaw.
“Let me make you breakfast.”
“I, um—I shouldn’t stay,” she said, easing away from me. “Seriously. We can’t both show up to work at the same time.”
* * *
We didn’t showup at the same time, but I wished we hadn’t shown up at all. I could not concentrate. Sadie came in twenty-seven minutes after I did. I knew because I was watching the clock. When I saw her, I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her until she screamed.
Parker:I could have made you breakfast.
Sadie:You gave me a very filling one!
Parker:We could schedule a long lunch today or an out-of-the-office meeting.
