"I bet those dumb bitches from the pharmacy will have something to say about it," she grumbles bitterly.
"And if they do, you'll publicly shame them again," I say, kissing her forehead. "It'll be so much fun."
She looks up at me with an evil grin, and I can almost see the vindictive wheels turning in her brain.
My beautiful, fiery, sometimes scary, girl.
"You lay here a little while longer," I say, pulling the covers back. "I'll go make us breakfast."
"No breakfast," she demands, throwing the duvet back over my legs. "Stay."
"Don't you want to eat before Little One gets up?" I ask pragmatically. "The last thing we need is two hangry girls at the same time."
"There's something else I want more," she says in a mischievous tone. "Something that will put me in a much better mood than breakfast will."
"Oh, yeah?" I chuckle, sucking in a breath as her fingers trail down my torso, stopping at the waistband of my boxers and tantalizingly toying with the elastic.
"Mhmm," she hums, sliding her hand beneath the fabric and wrapping her soft fingers against my already stiffening cock. "Much,muchbetter."
"Who am I to stop you?" I say with a shaky breath as she begins to fist my shaft in a painstakingly slow rhythm. She kisses me deeply before moving her attention to my neck, dragging her teeth lightly against my skin in a way that sends shivers down my entire body.
"Jesus," I mutter as she continues a pathway of intermittent bites and kisses across my shoulders, my chest, and down my abs until she's slid down the length of the bed and settled on her stomach between my thighs. "This really is a good fucking morning."
"Better that breakfast?" she asks sweetly before flattening her tongue against the underside of my cock, licking base to tip before taking me into her perfect mouth.
"So much better," I groan, gathering her hair in my fist to keep it out of her face as she bobs up and down, taking me as deep as she can then hollowing her cheeks out on the way up before flicking her tongue across the tip. "Oh my God, you're going to get me there so quick, pretty girl."
"Maybe I should slow down then," she muses, looking up at me with a smirk.
"Goddamn," I exhale. "You look so fucking sexy looking up at me like that."
"Yeah?" she purrs before taking me back in her mouth.
"Yes," I moan as I hit the back of her throat and feel her gag around me. "Sexiest thing I've ever seen. Now be a good girl for me and show me how hard you can make me come."
"Yes, sir," she says, her words alone enough to make me twitch. She gets to work sucking my cock like it's her only mission in life, my breathing growing ragged when I watch one of her hands gripping me while the other slides between her own legs.
"That's it," I murmur encouragingly. "You're doing so well, make yourself feel good. Are you going to let me come in that pretty mouth of yours, baby?"
She nods vigorously, increasing her pace and letting out a moan around my dick that pulls me right to the edge.
"Fuck, Abby," I gasp. "Do that again. Don't stop."
She moans again, the hand between her legs moving faster and faster as she winds me up to the point of snapping. When I see her slide a finger inside her pussy and feel the sensation of her whimper, I explode.
"Oh my God," I say with a guttural groan. "Good girl. Swallow that cum, make sure you get every last drop."
She doesn't stop until I've given her everything, practically begging for mercy.
"Get up here right now," I growl, hooking my hands under her arms and pulling her up to me in one swift movement. "Show me."
She opens her mouth obediently, sticking her tongue out so I can inspect for any traces of my orgasm.
"Such a good girl for me," I hum. "Now I want you to ride my face, pretty girl, can you do that for me?"
Without a word she rises to her knees, swinging one leg over me until she's straddling my face.
"Don't hover," I say sharply. "Grab hold of the headboard and sit all the way down. I want you writhing against me until you're screaming my name."
