Page 47 of Mommy

Fuck. Me.

Dragging my eyes away from Ivory’s lips, I force myself to focus on anything but her eating.

You need to eat.

Just cut your food.

Put it on the fork.

And eat.

The fork stays frozen in the air mid way to my mouth because my gaze went back to Ivory and I saw her throat work with a swallow.

Oh, well… What’s one meal? It’s not like I will waste away if I miss dinner once.

Mind made up, I set my cutlery aside, allowing myself to really watch Ivory.

Of course now that I’m no longer preoccupied with trying to eat myself, she immediately notices my attention and stops eating too.

“Are you not hungry?” she asks through a mouth full of food.

“Oh, believe me I’m hungry.”

The hint of darkness in my voice is enough to let a blush creep into Ivory’s features. A pale pink hue that spreads over her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

“You finish first, though.”

I’m not even joking.

Ivory is too thin. It doesn’t make her unattractive, but it’s definitely unhealthy. And I don’t want that, not for her and not for myself. So even if my dick is ready to get put to use, I don’t want her to skip a meal. Especially not one that I know meets all her macros.

Leaning back in my chair, I watch her eat another fork full of food, blue eyes pinned to me. Her lips pull back a little, and I can see her teeth glimpse through for a second before her mouth closes around the fork again.

The muscles in her cheeks work as she chews, and then swallows.

What I wouldn’t give to feed her something else.

Mind wandering, my gaze drops to her torso that completely disappears in the width of my shirt. I can still make out her nipples through the thin fabric though.

Ivory lets out a sigh, dropping her fork into the food still on her plate.

Dragging my gaze back up to her face, I chuckle when I see her frown.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I can’t focus on eating dinner with you staring at me like that.” Ivory explains.

“Like what?”

“Like—” she blushes again, and finishes her sentence in a low whisper. “Like you want to eat me.”

I have no idea why she said that last part like it’s a secret. I am very much aware of what I want, and I’m definitely not above letting everyone else know.

“And what if I want to eat you?”

The mere thought of her spread out for me is enough to get me light headed.

“What if I want to eat you too?”