Page 22 of Just Forever

“Morning,” he says once he’s done ogling. He holds up the coffees. “Breakfast in bed?”

I throw the covers to the side. “Get naked and get in.”

I bet there are people who wouldn’t take it literally, but Lake quickly peels off every last stitch of clothing and climbs into the bed next to me. He plunks the box of donuts between the us and hands me my coffee.

“I figured since the season hasn’t technically started yet you won’t get all bent out of shape about sugar for breakfast.”

“We’ll do a few extra miles for our evening jog.”

He swiftly pulls the box away from me. “I’m sorry, what?”

“To balance it out.” I try to grab a donut. Lake moves the box farther out of my reach.

“Why are you trying to preemptively ruin my sugar high?” he asks.

“Your suffering brings me a lot of joy, I guess?”

I glance at the donuts. He keeps holding the box out of my reach.

“Adjust the attitude, or I’ll eat them all myself.”

I quirk my brow at him, and he holds my gaze with a smug expression. Until I take his soft cock in my hand.

Lake sucks in a loud breath. His dick starts to harden immediately against my palm. I give an experimental tug and watch as his hips punch up.

“How about now?” I ask.

He pointedly takes a donut from the box, brings it to his lips, and takes a big bite.

“Delicious,” he mutters, mouth full.

I rub the spot just below the tip of his dick with the pad of my thumb and watch as his breathing picks up.

He takes another bite and sends me a thoughtful look.

“I suppose I could give you a taste.” His voice sounds slightly breathier than usual.

“It would be the kind of nice thing a husband would do,” I agree.

He puts the box down on the nightstand, leans back, takes the half-finished donut, and slowly moves it over his cock so it leaves behind a sweep of sticky strawberry glaze. His eyes burn with lust as he watches me. I keep my eyes locked with his while I lower my head and lick over his length, gathering up the sugary taste.

Lake’s hand shakes a bit as he repeats the move with the donut. Again, I take a taste. The guttural groan he lets out goes straight to my own cock. My breath is trapped in my chest, and my body is tight as I watch him.

This is the kind of thing he does to me. He incites a driving need for more. It’s never been like this with anybody else.

There’s glaze on Lake’s fingertips now, and he smears it over my bottom lip. I gather it up before I lick over his dick again. He holds the donut out, and I take a bite. Lick his cock, get another bite. It’s a dirty version of breakfast, and I’m salivating for everything on display.

Lake’s thigh muscles strain when I swallow him down between bites, and the fingers that feed me shake. We run out of donuts, and Lake’s hand slides into my hair, sticky fingers gripping the strands tighter and tighter the deeper I take him.

“Christ, you’re an overachiever,” Lake groans when the head hits the back of my throat, and I force myself to swallow.

It’s not so much about being an overachiever, it’s more that when I take him deep like this, Lake starts to let out low moans that drive me insane.

He throws his leg over my shoulder, heel planted somewhere between my shoulder blades. I start to suck him, fast and sloppy. I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers, and he spreads his legs. I let go of his cock for a second and spit on my fingers before I find his hole. The next time I suck him into my mouth, I push my index finger inside him.

Lake moans even louder and pushes his hips up, forcing his dick so deep into my mouth that I gag.

Saliva makes Lake’s cock even slicker, and his moans louder, so I do it again.

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