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She giggles, removes two bottles of water, and kicks the fridge closed.
“You’ve never had monkey bread? It’s kinda like meatloaf, just with monkey meat.”
I can’t believe she said that with a straight face. She removes a covered plate from the oven and places it on the counter.
“That smart mouth of yours is going to get you a spanking one day.”
“Spanking? You wish, biker boy.”
I make my way over to her as she removes two dessert plates from the cabinet. She looks so…domestic. I can imagine coming home to her making dinner…in sexy lingerie. Nowthatwould be a sight to come home to every day.
“You’ll learn pretty quickly that I always get what I want, baby doll.”
She pulls off a piece of this “monkey bread” and offers it to me. It smells good, like cinnamon and sugar.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Says the girl who was just on her knees.”
“Open.”
I take a bite and stop mid-chew as it hits my tongue. It’s like a fucking orgasm in my mouth.
“Fuck. You made this?”
“Mm hmm.”
“It’s amazing!”
“I know, right? It’s all sticky, gooey deliciousness.”
“I can think of something else that’s sticky, gooey, and delicious.”
“What?”
I lick my lips and slide my gaze down her body. She visibly shivers. Fuck, I love what I can do to her, even with just a look.
“Pussy.”
She scoffs in disgust and turns away, cutting slices of the bread.
“Have several seats. Please.” She says, trying to put me in my place.
“You’ll be the only one sitting...on my face.”
Her fingers begin to tremble and she’s trying hard not to look affected.
“Jesus, Gage.”
“Now, obviously not all pussy tastes good, but I bet yours does.”
The knife falls from her fingers. I turn her around and lift her onto the counter. Her breathing gets erratic, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each breath. This is what gets me every fucking time. Before I even touch her, I can see the effect I have on her, how much she wants me. I step between her legs and grab her hips.
“It’s been a while since I ate pussy, but yours is definitely on the menu.”
“Please…stop.”
She can’t even look me in the eyes; instead, her gaze is fixed on my chest. I lean forward and whisper in her ear.
