“It’s for whatever you want—” I stop abruptly because I get a flash of Aliko’s whipped cream covered dick in my head.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Just thought of something.” I grin.
“Care to share?”
“Not right now. Eat.”
He watches me for a long moment before digging into his food. Just as I knew he would, he douses his eggs in ketchup. He doesn’t leave a crumb on his plate.
“Sit,” he says when I move to stand. “I will clean this up.”
I hold my hands up in resignation and watch as he rinses everything and puts it into the dishwasher. When he grabs the condiments to put away, I say, “Leave the whipped cream.”
His brow furrows but he does as I say. When he’s finished, I grab the can and tell him to follow me.
I gesture to the couch and have him sit. His dick is soft, still long and thick, resting against his leg. It twitches under my gaze, and even more so when I kneel on the floor in front of him.
“What are you doing?” he asks curiously.
“Just finishing my breakfast,” I say innocently as I shake the can and pop the cap off.
Aliko’s brows raise as he watches me carefully. I aim the tip at his cock and press down. He flinches when the whipped cream lands on his skin but says nothing else. I put only a small amount before leaning in to lick it off. His dick hardens instantly, a low groan leaving his mouth.
“Is this why you bought that?” he asks.
“Not initially. I got the idea during breakfast.”
He smirks, grabbing his cock with his human arm and holding it out for me.
“More,” he demands.
I put a healthy amount on the tip, then open my mouth wide and take it all, sucking on the head.
He moans again, a rush of air leaving him.
“Give me that,” he says, and I give him the can.
Aliko puts more on the tip, before adding small dots up his stomach and chest. I lick them all off, one by one. He puts some on his tongue, staring me in the eyes. I lean in and kiss him. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. He pulls me onto his lap, thrusting into my crease and we both groan.
“You need to take these clothes off,” he warns, tugging at them.
My shirt goes first because I have to stand to take off my pants. The can of whipped cream is discarded on the couch beside him, and I crawl back over him so we can finish what we started.
Aliko wastes no time slipping two fingers inside me, working them in and out to stretch me as he kisses along my jaw and neck.
“Aliko,” I whine.
He kisses the center of my chest, then flicks the ring in my nipple. “Yes, baby?”
Fuck.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
“I need you inside me,” I breathe out. “Please.”
“So eager.” He kisses my chest again, then back up to my jaw. “You want my cock inside you?”
