A distant sigh releases from me as I reach for him but come up short. “You can’t just do that and leave me here, unsatisfied.”
“I can do whatever I want when you question my loyalty to you.”
“I wasn’t questioning it, just, you know . . . confirming.”
“Ah, is that so?” He lifts a brow in my direction.
“Yeah, so no need to get your nuts all in a jam.”
“So eloquent.” He turns off the stove just as the toast pops in the toaster. He butters the bread and fills our plates before taking them to the table, where he sets them right next to each other.
I hop off the counter and fill a mug with coffee for myself, adding my milk and sugar, and then grab his mug as well.
When he sees me approach, he says, “I could’ve gotten that.”
“I know, but I could too. You don’t have to do everything.”
He tips my chin up with his index finger. “But I want to do everything.” He lightly brushes his lips against mine and then pulls away, only to sit in a chair at the table. I go to pull out my chair when he says, “What are you doing?”
“Sitting down,” I answer.
“Lilly, your seat is right here.” He pats his lap.
“Please, you expect me to sit on your lap during breakfast?”
“I don’t expect it, Lilly. I require it.” He tugs on my hand and forces me onto his lap. His arm loops around my waist, holding me in place.
“I thought you were only the king in the bedroom?” I say with a smile.
“I am, but you’ll respect my rules and requests outside of the bedroom as well, which reminds me . . .” He slips his hand past the waistband of my pants and cups my ass. “Mmm, good girl. No underwear.”
“Don’t need underwear at breakfast,” I say.
But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares at his plate, unmoving.
Confused, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
When he looks up at me, the devil plays in his eyes. “I can’t decide if I want eggs for breakfast or your cunt.”
My mouth goes dry and I try to remain calm as I say, “Maybe both?”
“Great idea. The moment I finish these eggs, your pussy is mine.” He then picks up his fork, stabs one whole egg, and places it in his mouth, leaving only one left on the plate.
Oh God.
To say Keller likes to perform oral is an understatement.
The man lives for it.
After scarfing down his second egg, he pushed our plates away, laid me across the table, and pulled down my pants. He then lapped at my clit for about a minute before I was screaming out his name.
From there, I sat back down on his lap, his very hard lap, and I finished my breakfast while he slid his hands under my shirt and played with my nipples. By the time I finished, I was so turned on that I begged him to finish me off, which he did by pushing me back on the table again and making me get off on his tongue. Again.
While I lay spent on the table, he cleaned up, the whole time his cock straining in his sweatpants. When he was finished, he scooped me up and took me up the stairs to the bathroom, where he set me in the shower and took my shirt off.
He joined me, his erection pressing against my back while he wet us with the showerhead, my back to his front. His hands caressed every inch of my body, playing mainly with my breasts, and then between my legs, which he told me to spread for him. And that’s when he put the showerhead on the pulse setting and pressed it against my clit. As my orgasm ripped through me, he held me up at the waist.
When we got dressed, he slipped me into one of his T-shirts and that was it, nothing else, claiming he wanted access to me whenever he desired. And while I sat on his bed, watching him dry off, his cock so impossibly hard I couldn’t understand how he could move around, he did nothing to ease his discomfort. He simply slipped on a pair of shorts, and that was it.
When I reached for his erection, he told me I was not to touch him.
I argued with him, telling him I wanted to make him come, which only spurred him on to pick me up, pin me against the wall, and finger me until I was on edge. He tossed me to the bed, spread my legs once more, and made me come on his tongue.
Now that I was utterly spent and unable to walk, he scooped me up, brought me back down to the living room and sat me on the couch to show me his woodworking skills, but I couldn’t pay attention, not with his erection in full frame. Wanting to entice him, I sat back on the couch and spread my legs.
I thought that would do the job, but it didn’t, not until I brought my hand between my legs and started pleasuring myself. That’s what made him snap. Across from me, he pulled his cock out and stroked himself, his eyes on my hand the entire time. I slid my finger along my clit, really drawing out the sensation of my piercing, and within minutes, Keller was groaning and falling back on the couch as he came all over his stomach.