Page 45 of Falling for Lucifer
She couldn’t help but giggle again. He always pulled the schoolgirl act out of her. “Baby, come on. I made you breakfast. We have to eat fast before you know who wakes up.”
This time, both of his eyes opened, and he peered up at her before pulling her head down and kissing her like he wanted. When he pulled away, he smoothed her hair back and said, “First of all, we can eat while Etta’s awake. Don’t play her like she isn’t an angel.”
Ellodie playfully sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. Etta was his baby, and she could do absolutely no wrong. It was one of the main things she loved about Lucifer. He loved her daughter just as much as she did.
“Second?”
“Second, there’s something else I would rather eat while baby girl is sleeping,” Lucifer said, and then he flipped them over so he hovered over Ellodie.
She grinned up at him. Her juices flowed from that simple gesture as she fought to remain cool. Something about him undid her in the best ways.
“What’s that, baby?” she asked innocently.
He chuckled before dipping down and kissing her neck. “Take your clothes off,” he uttered. Something about his tone let her know that this was going to be quick. Need hung in the air between them as she undressed. She watched him pull his boxers down, and her pussy ached for his touch.
“Lu . . .” The word came out in an airy whisper as he dipped his head and sucked on her neck. Her back arched off the mattress as she clung to him.
It didn’t take long for him to fill her, and when he did, she gasped. Her nails raked down his back as he slowly worked into her.
“You so wet, baby. I did all that?” He looked down at her in wonder.
All Ellodie could do was nod. She matched his thrusts and did her best to wrap her short legs around his torso. The desire to have him as deep as possible overtook her. She knew he could tell because his strokes became shallow and deep as she rocked into him.
“Daddy . . .”
“I know, baby. I know. You ‘bout to cum on this dick. It’s okay, baby. You have my permission. Wet me up.” His words . . . his deep voice. It completely undid her. Her body shook as the orgasm tore through her. Lucifer did his job and kept his pace perfectly until her body calmed down. When it did, he pulled out of her and turned her around. “I need you to keep this fat ass arched, baby. Can you do that?”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he slipped into her from behind. Her back straightened some, and he smacked her ass.
“Shit.” She moaned.
“What I say? Keep it arched. Just like that. Good girl.” His strokes were long and deep. Ellodie’s hand found her clit, and she did her best to balance her perfect arch while playing with her sweet spot. Their moans became a symphony, and she knew if they got any louder, Etta would wake up and interrupt their moment. It didn’t matter though. She could hear Lucifer’s breaths becoming shallow. “You always had this good pussy, Ello? Huh? Shit so fuckin’ good. I’m ‘bout to nut, baby. Where you want it?”
“Cum inside your pussy, daddy.” She smirked. She knew as soon as the words left her mouth that he would do just as she said, and he did.
“Fuck.” He grunted one last time, and she felt his warm seed seep into her.
That was her cue to collapse. Suddenly, she felt like she could go back to sleep. While she lay there in a dick-coma, she vaguely felt Lucifer get off the bed. A minute later, a warm rag touched the back of her thigh, and her eyes popped open. She groaned and rolled over so she could look at him. He took his time cleaning her off before he discarded the towel and glanced at the food still sitting on the end of the bed. She lifted her head slightly and looked at it too.
“Can’t believe we didn’t knock it to the floor,” she said.
He shook his head. “You know I don’t play about my food. I was mindful of it while I was working that pussy over.”
She giggled and flopped back down. “Whatever. Etta’s good?”
“Yeah,” he said as he moved the food closer to them. “She’s knocked out. She must have had that good milk this morning.”
“And did.”
“What brought this on?” he asked, and she could tell his mouth was full of something.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw him digging into one of the plates. She smiled. “I thought my baby could use a good breakfast after the night we had.”
He stopped chewing and swallowed his food before leaning over and giving her a syrupy kiss. When he pulled away, his tone was serious. “You doing okay? I know that was a lot. I apologize for not sticking around last night.”
She shook her head. “I knew you needed a minute. Don’t apologize for that. I’m fine. I just want to make sure we’re okay.”
“Why wouldn’t we be, baby?” he asked before stuffing some eggs into his mouth.
