Page 34 of Embers in the Outfield

“You did all that while I slept in? You could have at least woken me up before the shower. I wouldn’t have minded joining you,” I say as I find the plates and grab a few utensils.

“No thanks. I’ve seen you after Ashton has woken you up. You’re a bit crabby.” She gives me an eye roll, and I can’t help but take in how beautiful she is, even with the ridiculous contraption on her head.

I decide to ignore the “crabby” comment. “You get up early every day?” I mean, it’s not that late right now, so she must have been up before the sun.

“I usually sleep like shit. Last night, I didn’t sleep poorly, aside from going to bed late due to the endless orgasms, but my body is now used to the early rising schedule. No matter what time I go to bed, it’s like my body is on autopilot.” She’s talking as she’s dividing the eggs on the plate, along with some toast that’s seen better days.

Without commenting on the state of the toast, which looks more burnt than not, I take a seat at her kitchen island.

“Why don’t you sleep well?” I ask as I take a big forkful of eggs and shove them in my mouth. The moment I do, I want to gag. I honestly cannot swallow because this is not edible.

“Not good?” She makes a face, almost like she’s not surprised.

“No, it’s good if I were going for something as salty as the Atlantic. How much salt did you put in there?” I spit the food out and swallow a huge gulp of water.

“Sorry.” She winces and then starts laughing. “You sure you don’t want me to make the brownies for you? They’d be so shitty,they might excuse you from making them for a while.” She beams, even after I just insulted her cooking.

I stand up and pull her into my arms. “You might be onto something, Skipper.”

I grab behind her thighs and hoist her up, her legs locking behind me. I carry her to the couch and make sure the meal I just tried to consume isn’t on either of our minds anymore.

The moment I lay her down on the couch, I open her robe to find she has nothing on underneath. I move toward the weird curler on her head and pull the scrunchies out, slowly pulling the entire thing free. The moment her hair fans out on the cushions, I take in the sight of her.

“You are mesmerizing. Every inch of you, Kennedy. You’re flawless.” My words make her blush, and I push my shorts, along with my boxers, off, and my erection springs free.

Kennedy takes me in with her gaze, licking her lips, then grabbing hold of her bottom lip with her teeth.

“If you keep doing that, I’d guess you want me to fuck your mouth.” I give myself a few strokes, trying to tame the wild thoughts going through my head.

Without another thought, Kennedy is jumping off the couch and kneeling in front of me. She looks at my cock, then brings those beautiful green-gold eyes up to look right at me.

“Your wish is my command,” she says, a devilish smile taking over her face.

I watch her in utter disbelief as she licks her lips again and then, in one single movement, takes my dick all the way into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. The moment I feel the warmth of her mouth consume me, I can’t help the moan I let out. My head falls back. “Fuck, that’s perfection.”

She begins to slowly bob her head, my cock moving in and out of her mouth, her slow strokes driving me crazy. Somethingcomes over me, and I start to take charge, even though she’s the one holding all the control.

I grab her hair and pull it back into a ponytail, looking down and continue watching her suck me off. “That’s it, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

My words spur her on, and she begins to move quicker. Then, I see her hand disappear between her thighs.

“Don’t you dare come yet, Skipper. That’s my job.” She doesn’t protest, but her groan vibrates along my shaft.

I grip her hair a little firmer and begin moving my hips, watching the tears come down her face and the drool drip out of the corners of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Kennedy. I’m going to come. Fuck, that’s right. You better move, or I’m coming down your throat.” She grips my ass tighter, holding her mouth where it is, letting me thrust into her mouth while I seek my release. Soon, I’m coming down her throat, and I watch as she swallows everything I give her.

My hips slow, and she pulls her mouth off me, licking every last drop that she sees. Fuck, that was hot.

My vision starts to return, and I look down, seeing the flushed skin across her chest.

“How wet are you for me?” I need to see her, all of her.

She sits back up on the couch, opening her legs so I can see her glistening sex.

“Where’s your vibrator?” I ask, needing to have a little more fun.

She seems stunned for a second, then proceeds to tell me it’s in her bedside table.

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