I take the pancake from the metal prongs and mumble with a mouthful of food, “I’m sorry.”
“No harm done. Eat.” He forks off more syrupy pancake and brings it to my lips. The food tastes almost as good as him.
I shuffle to the edge of the table and wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to fit snuggly at the apex of my thighs. “I just missed having you close.” My lips find their way to his and he allows me a peck in between feeding me.
“One more bite, then Daddy needs his breakfast.” He smiles with a sinister grin on his devilishly chiselled face.
I chew the last bite, studying his onyx eyes, dark with desire. His fingers tease at the waistband of my shorts and I lift my bottom to allow him to slip them off. He unbuttons my night shirt, exposing my breasts. With ravenous eyes, he dives down, covering my nipple, circling the stiffened nub with his tongue.
My hips rock, rubbing myself against the denim of his jeans, desperate for any friction. “Kane. Fuck me. I need you, please.”
“Don’t worry, Vi. I know what you need and I’m gonna take care of you.” His searing mouth moves lower, sucking my flesh as if he can draw blood as he makes his way over my pillowy stomach.
I gasp as his hot breath hits my sensitive spot. “Wait.”
Black eyes flash to mine. He hovers, waiting for consent.
“Do you want syrup on your breakfast?” I lift the bottle, open my legs wider and spread my folds as I squeeze the sticky sugar all over my pussy. The coolness of the thick gloop sets me alight, pulse quickening as tingles race to my centre.
Kane stares at my sweet sex, eyes wide, jaw lax like a kestrel hovering over its next meal. The sauce glides down my slit, gathering at my entrance. In one swoop, he dives in for the kill. His tongue lapping up the sweetness between my folds and piercing my walls. Gripping my thighs with his rough hands, he holds me in place while he eats me out.
Unable to squirm as he devours me, I cry out instead. My body jerks with each stab of his tongue. His teeth scrape along my clit with perfect pressure. Fingers dig into my full behind, bringing me closer to the edge. Groans vibrate through my core, making my toes curl.
I hold his hair in my fist, and he groans again. With another vibration and strum of his tongue, I shake uncontrollably. My body thrums with elation as an electrical surge pulses through me.
Kane doesn’t stop feeding, but I can’t take any more. “Kane.” I can’t get more words out. My legs vibrate around his head, my toes gripping the edge of the table. I can’t lift my body as I lie limp against the oak.
“Kane,” my voice trembles, but he doesn’t stop. His licks continue their assault on my sensitive spot, each one more vigorous than the last. Each one more dominant, taking what’s his as though it’s his last meal before judgement day. Another groan vibrates through my body, causing another wave of ecstasy to crash through my soul.
“Kane. I’m too sensitive.” Nerves fire off randomly, twitching and jerking my limbs.
He lifts to look into my eyes, his mouth covered in my sex along with the sweet scent of syrup. “I’m not done yet.” His sticky lips press against mine and his tongue swirls around my mouth, giving me a taste of myself coated in sugar.
With hooded eyes, he makes his way south again, to my pulsing sex. Biting down on my folds, he eats me again. The buckle on his belt clinks and my walls clench, knowing he’s about to fuck me like he did last night.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Please Kane, I want you inside me.”
He coaxes a finger inside, then another. I lift on my elbows, watching him stroke his length and finger my aching pussy. My eyes fix on the way his biceps bulge as he fists his cock, his eyes focus on his fingers slipping in and out of me.
“You want more, Vi?”
I nod, unable to speak.
He adds another finger. “Three.” His thumb applies the right amount of pressure against my clit. “Four.” Another finger stretches me to the hilt as he crooks them against my g-spot. “I can’t get enough of watching you come.”
His fingers summon another orgasm from me, wringing out every last nerve, making me dizzy. “You’re squirting for me, Vi.” Tears pool in the corner of my eyes as warmth floods my centre. “Baby girl, it’s fucking beautiful to watch you come all over my hand.
He climbs on the table, hovering above me with his dick in his palm. “Now it’s my turn.”
My eyes grow wide and I lean up on my elbows to watch as he strokes his erection over my squidgy stomach. I glance between him and his dick, then ropes of cum spurt over my skin, coating me in his arousal and marking me as his.
He grunts as he fists his dick again, forcing every last drop onto my belly. “Does that look like remorse to you?”
“No.” I swirl my finger in the warm spill and lick it off my pad. “It doesn’t taste of remorse, either. It tastes like satisfaction.”
He grips my shirt at the collar and pulls me to him, branding me with a blistering kiss. “Go take a shower. We’ll have to get you on the shot or something before the week is out.”
