#something hot

As he slept so peacefully on his back, completely unaware that a dangerous storm was brewing just a little to his right, I scanned his glorious features for about the hundredth time. In the low light coming from my lamp, I beheld those immaculately groomed curls cascading softly over his eyes, those perfectly full lips that I swore I could taste, flawless skin that enveloped a jawline sharp enough to kill; just his entire beautiful ass face. Ugh! This man was so bomb. I had half a mind to call and thank his momma.

My lidded eyes trailed down to his pretty neck. It was so pretty. I wanted to lick it, but I behaved and kept my tongue to myself. My hand, however, found its way between my legs for the third time since my slumber had ended. I promise it felt like my nether had its own separate heartbeat this morning. And, no matter how many times I gave it to myself, it just would not quit. It was painfully obvious that I wasn't capable of supplying what I so desperately needed right now. But I decided to go at it again anyway. I had no choice.

I fondled myself under those covers, squeezing my clit and taking my fingers as deep as I could get them. My other hand roamed my breasts, digging into their softness and rolling my firm nipples. The fight to keep quiet wasn't as difficult as it had been before, because I was chasing something I clearly couldn't catch. Not on my own anyway. I wished these were my man’s hands instead of my own. Or other parts of him. Oh, how much more fulfilling it would all be…

Fuck, I needed him!

“Mikey,” I whispered, slowly rotating my hips, trusting that it would make the situation a more pleasurable one. But my once plentiful well was sadly running dry. I was about to be rubbing my skin off in a second. “…Mikey, baby, wake up. Please.”

He actually stirred and my hands went still. Excited, I quickly lifted my head, almost breaking my neck to get a peek of him. But all he did was groan and turn his face away from me before going off to sleep again. And his eyes never even made an appearance. I released a very frustrated sigh and threw my head back into my pillow. I was officially at my wit’s end and, though I hated to do it, I was gonna have to be selfish. At this point, waking his ass up was my only option.

So I crept my hand over to his lap where I was greeted by a very nice hump. He didn't react so I proceeded to give it a few light caresses. I bit my lip, turning myself on as I traced the imprint of that monster with my fingertips. It didn't take long for the moisture to replenish itself, and a not-so -quiet moan filled my throat. I grabbed a hold of my dick, despising how far away from me it was. In the midst of a sinfully delicious flashback, I felt his hips jerk a bit and loosened my grip.

I slowly slid my palm up from the base, waiting for a response, and he started to laugh. I did the same and he looked to the ceiling, revealing his gorgeous smile. “…You feel something over here that belongs to you?”

“Mmmm.” The richness of his heavy, raspy morning voice rattled my pussy. “I do, actually… you should give it to me.” I lifted myself to my side to move closer. I was carefully guiding my fingers underneath his waistband when I felt him take hold of my wrist. I'd frowned before I knew it.

“What time is it?” he yawned from behind his free hand, glancing over in my direction.

I turned to my phone on the nightstand and tapped the screen. “6:09.”

“Aah. I can’t, babe.”

I frowned even harder as he began to stretch all of his lovely five feet and nine inches out across our sheets. “Why not?”

“I told you I had to go in today,” he lazily recalled, finally giving my his entire face.

“I know. How early, though?”

“Now.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.” He sighed while rubbing his hand over his eyes. “My alarm is about to go off in exactly one minute.”

“Are you serious?” I cursed myself out in my head for not waking him sooner. “I’ve been up for a whole hour. I should've just jumped you when I had the chance. My considerate ass.”

He chuckled. “You should've.” Just as he spoke, his alarm started to ring and he went to silence it. “I would've got you right real quick.”

“Baaabe,” I whined miserably, pouting, my head resting in my propped up hand. I was so pissed at myself and he wasn't making it any better. Why did he have to be all responsible and shit? Nobody's first alarm was their only alarm. “I just need five minutes.”

“If I could, trust, I would be fucking you by now."

I grabbed my stomach, leaning into the warmth that had flashed through the bottom. "Ooh."

A laugh buzzed in his throat after a failed attempt to contain it. "We have investor meetings today, mama, I'm sorry. Gotta make sure everything's still running smoothly. Also considering a couple new investments. So, you want dick or you want me to go get us some money?” He turned to me and I reluctantly shrugged my shoulder, a look of indecision growing in my expression. “…You actually gotta think about it?” He was too tickled. I dropped my face down, giggling into my pillow. Shit, we already had some money.

“Okaaay, babe,” I half laughed, half pouted, throwing my hand up and letting it fall back onto the bed in defeat. I had been bested. “Go, before I become irrational.”

“Before you become?”

“You heard me, sir.”

He chuckled and pulled the covers from his body, sitting up onto the edge of the bed. “I got you when I get home.” He leaned over, elbows planted at his knees, and reached up to give his head a rub. His incredibly defined back was flexed so nicely. For as long as I'd known him, he'd maintained a pretty thin frame. But, since the wedding, much to my delight, he had been getting so thick. And now he was unintentionally giving me a full view of all the shit I couldn't have. Massive hands that often folded me like flip phones in '03, toned arms and broad shoulders that lifted my two twenty-five like a feather every time, powerful thighs that had pounded my pussy to smithereens on countless joyous occasions. He was so fucking strong. And extremely fucking yummy. “We may even have a reason to celebrate.”

“Hmm?” I cooed, bringing my entranced gaze up from his boxer briefs to his face as I came out of my head.

He placed a hand down on the bed and turned to look at me. “You didn't hear a word I said, did you?”

“I’m sorry.” I fell over laughing. I hadn't even realized he’d been talking. "I'm sorry, oh my god." 

“You no good when you backed up.”

“And whose fault is that? Anyway, what did you say?”

“I said I got you when I get back home, fast ass.”

I laughed so goofily he had to join me. “Shut up.” 

“And that we might have a reason to celebrate by then,” he continued. “Turn your pussy off for a second.”

I cackled. “Michael. Don't piss me off.”

He was cracking up, clapping his hands and everything. Just full of glee. He thought he was so funny. I rolled my eyes in total disagreement.

He stood and I turned over to my stomach, kicking my feet up and cradling my face in my hands. “Let me come in the shower with you.” I had to try one more time, because I’d never been a quitter.

“If you come with me, I might as well just stay in here.”

“Ok!” I perked up instantly, scooting toward him with a quickness. 

“Lex, no,” he laughed, putting his hand out to stop me. “You know what I meant.” 

“You really about to make me wait for you all day. I think you're overestimating my strength.”

“I don't think so. I believe in you.”

I smacked my lips, frowning at his badly timed sarcasm. “Well, take your funky ass on then.”

He laughed as he started toward the bathroom. He had a mean ass walk, too. The way his shoulders rode the beat of his hips, the slight twist in that slutty waist, ugh! God! And, to make matters worse, I knew he walked like that because it was heavy, heavy.

“Could you make me some breakfast, though?”

My eyes widened. “Oh?” I was sitting up to return to my side of the bed when the audacity entered my ears. “So, I can’t get broke off right quick, but I can cook for you. You're getting cereal.”

“Don’t do me like that.”

“...What do you want?” I mumbled through clenched teeth, cutting my eyes at him, all while struggling to keep my smile at bay.

“Something hot,” he stressed, with a laugh, filling the bathroom doorway. “But just something I can eat in the car. Whatever you feel like putting together real quick, it doesn't matter.”

I had been nodding the entire time he explained… just to remain unswayed. “Cereal.”

He hollered and I broke immediately, laughing right along with him. Especially once he went high pitched. “What am I gonna do with you?” he exclaimed, disappearing through the door. We both knew I was a handful. Maybe a little more.

I followed after him, only motivated by the need to carry out my morning routine. I had also left my camisole and panties on the floor before I'd walked in, but that was neither here nor there. I heard him in the linen closet as I prepared to brush my teeth. When he shut the door, I spread my feet apart, went up on the tips of my toes, and bent all the way over the sink, ensuring that he could see me open wide while I practiced good dental hygiene. Quite certain I had his attention, I even did a little sway for his viewing pleasure.

I was almost done when I caught the reflection of him standing on the wall behind me. Just like I knew he would be. He was shaking his head, but one half of his mouth had curved into an amused grin. Naturally, I grinned back, aware that I was very close to getting my way.

I giggled victoriously as I rinsed my toothbrush under the warm current, placing it back into its holder after. I leaned over to rinse my mouth next, and when I reached up to turn the water off, I felt his hands collide with my thighs. Before I could react, he had split me with his tongue. I gasped, genuinely surprised. I knew it was coming, but damn, I thought I would at least make it back to the bed.

I bit my lip as his tongue went crazy, popping against my clit. I tried to hold onto the marble, but my wet fingers couldn't grip. He put one of his hands onto my lower back and pushed it closer to the counter. On my way down, he turned his head and slipped the tip of his tongue into me as he sucked on my lips, making out with my pussy. I moaned softly, going up onto my toes and employing my arch to give him all the space he needed to show out. He slid his hand from my back and used his thumb to make slow, hard circles against my asshole. “Mmmmm.” I carefully pushed my hips back into his face, wanting him deeper. His grip on me tightened and he groaned, giving me just what I'd asked for. I stretched my arm out over the sink and put my face down beside it, smacking my hand into the sink. “Ooooh, shit.” I held my head up a little, so glad that I couldn't see myself clearly in the mirror. I probably looked a fool with my mouth hanging open, one eye closed and the other trying to get a peek of my brain. “Aaaah.” I bounced my ass on his lips, feeling so damn good. “Eat this fucking pussy,” I growled, giving him his due props. He jerked his head side to side, slurping me up in response. I squealed.

He stood and yanked me up before spinning me around to him. I let out a stunned gasp, but neither of us spoke; nothing needed to be said. And, just as quickly as he'd yanked me, he grabbed me and sat me up on the sink. I heard so much of my stuff fall over, but I promise I didn't give a fuck. I just leaned back and spread my legs for him, keeping my eyes on his. I was glaring him down, silently pleading for him to tear me apart. Being his amazingly receptive self, he gripped both of my thighs and got me where he needed me, going straight for the prize. He sucked my clit into his mouth and pressed it between his lips as he slowly pulled away. He did it once more and held it there, flicking his tongue right on the tip. I hissed into the air, taking my hands up to my titties, squeezing them in pure pleasure. Still staring into my eyes, he flattened his tongue out over my pussy, licking back up to my clit. Then he latched onto it, sucking hard enough to cave his jaw. “Oh my god.” I guided one of my hands down to the top of his head, rubbing his short curls. Suddenly, my palm began to yoyo without my effort. My eyes widened as I went ahead and released all control. I sang wildly, shoving my hips toward his face.

He got his hand underneath mine and started to roll my nipple between his thumb and index. I was determined to maintain our eye contact, but my head went falling into the mirror with every moan. I lifted my hand away from his and slid it down to my lower stomach, clawing into it. “Mikeyyyyyy,” I whined breathlessly, stretching my neck as far back as it could go. My eyes were already twirling around like marbles and he had the nerve to moan on my pussy, sending vibrations all the way to my feet. “Fuuuuck.” I gripped his head, driving my heel into his back. He left my nipple and spread me open with his fingers, using his bottom jaw to repeatedly push his tongue over my clit. Sounds of my wetness and my hurried pants were bouncing off the walls. He started to suck it again and I dug my nails deeper into my stomach. I cried out when he served me with the longest sip, then he pulled away and spit on it. I gasped, holding my head up as he rubbed his long, thick fingers through his mess. He reached the opening and I watched him slide them both in, to the base. My body melted into the marble as he began to pulse them inside me. In and out. And he knew exactly where to put them. He took his face down again and his lips disappeared, too. “Ooooh, baby, just like that.” My toes curled so hard it hurt. He was sucking and licking, moaning and flicking. Getting me the fuck right, just as he had said. Shit like this was why I stayed all over his ass, clinging like a cheap suit. This. This right here!

The pace of my breathing reached a new level of urgency as I felt something catastrophic building between my thighs. His fingers started to hit me much quicker, because he had always been evil. I bit into my bottom lip, but it was no use. My mouth flew open as I screamed from the depths. I got so hot. Sweat had begun to collect on all of my skin. My left leg started to tremble. “Oh, fuuuuuck! Yes!” I moved my hand from the top of his head to the back, smashing my pussy into his face. I flung the other from my stomach to grip the edge of the sink. The tingling that had originated in my feet ran up my inner thighs and that was it for me. I dropped onto the mirror, arching the shit out of my back before busting the most supreme nut right in his face. I shook so hard he had to grab me to keep me from falling to the floor. I whimpered loudly in his embrace, trying to catch my breath as my walls continued to quake. He abandoned his squat and brought his fingers up to my mouth. Without a second thought, I wrapped my tongue every which way around them, staring right at him.

My body was slouched against the mirror, thoroughly satiated. As expected, my head had also begun to level out some. It was almost like that nut had been blocking my cognizance. He was right; I really was no good whenever I was backed up. I wasn't necessarily ready to tap just yet, but after that amazing release, a new wave of understanding had washed over me. He could go to work now. Although, that voracious look he donned as his teeth bore into his bottom lip, was unwaning. The good wife in me wanted to remind him that he had important meetings, but the big ol’ freak was definitely ready to take whatever he had for me.

I slurped on his thick fingers one last time as he took them away, succumbing to the dark side. He’d always made being bad so damn easy. He grabbed my shoulder, grinning devilishly while he helped me out of my slump. He was surely in a zone I wouldn't be able to simply pull him out of. I guess I hadn't screamed enough for him yet or something. Once he’d secured his arm about my waist, he snatched me up from the sink. I threw my legs and arms around him just as he was turning to leave the bathroom. While he walked, he laid wet, greedy kisses on my neck and collarbone. “Good ass pussy,” he grumbled intensely, nipping at my earlobe. This was why he’d avoided starting with me this morning. Because he knew once he got a taste, responsible Michael would be outta there.

I let out a low whine, nudging my face toward his, lazily pressing my lips against his cheek. I needed those kisses on my lips. Like a gentleman, he very graciously obliged and brought them right over to me. I planted my fingertips on his sodden jaw, moaning into him as our mouths did a chaotic, yet coordinated, dance. I was fully enthralled when, without even a hint of a warning, I crashed onto the bed. I couldn't bridle the startled shriek that came as a result, but I didn't let it stop me in the least. I promptly spread my thighs, expecting him to land between them, but he ended up beside me on his back instead. I swung my leg over him with a quickness, ready, also not quite sure what my next move should be on such borrowed time. I knew what I wanted to do, though, so I slid to the dick, leaving a trail of sweetness down his stomach. I had almost struck gold when he caught my ass in his hands, bringing me to a full stop.

“What?”

“Sit miss pretty on my face.”

A smile appeared on my lips as I did what I was told and crawled up to the best seat in the house. We lined ourselves up and I rested my palms behind me on his chest as he got back to work. I moved my hips sensually, purring down at him. He always made it a point to watch me whenever we fucked and I really loved that shit. Something about his eyes being on me while I enjoyed him just did it for me. He knew it, too. I felt him guide his tongue inside as he shifted his grasp around to my thighs. “Ooooh.” My head fell back and, instinctively, I sped my hips as he started to roll against my walls in slippery waves. “Mmmmm, fuck.” Aiming to receive the highest amount of pleasure currently available to me, I bumped my clit into his nose with every lunge. Hopefully he could breathe, but that was his problem. He seemed fine, though; hands exploring my thighs, stroking them as I huffed beautifully to the ceiling. I came up and started to rub them with him, pacing myself. I was crazily overstimulated, still buzzing from our first round. I was already beginning to shake. “Stttttttt, aah!” I took one hand down to his forehead, gliding my fingers over his hair as his eyes followed my every motion. It was close to driving me far beyond the edge. It always did.

He slipped his tongue out and began to flick it as I carried on running my pussy up and down his mouth, nose and chin. After coming up slowly from my thigh, he caressed my breast tenderly. Howbeit, he chose a more violent approach down below; licking my clit one second and clinging onto it the next. “Shit, Mikey.” I flung my head and my bonnet fell behind me onto his legs. I didn't miss a beat, singing my heart out while my little smushed ‘fro and I absolutely drenched his face. Close to quaking, I leaned forward and dropped my hand from his head, bringing the other up to his on my chest and weaving our fingers. “Drown, nigga,” I squeezed from my tired lungs, trying to talk my shit, but my voice sounded way too silly. Following my failed efforts, he smacked my ass so hard. The sting combined with the reverb sent me into overdrive. I started to grind into him with everything I had left. “Oh, fuck! Yes, baby!” I needed him to be reminded of me all day, so I was sure to spread my sugar all over that handsome face. He held his tongue firm, flicking in the opposite direction of my flow. “Don't stop!” I reached up from the bed and gripped his head so viciously that his curls were tangled in my fist. I was fucking his hair up, but, again, his problem. At the moment, I couldn't be bothered with such trivialities. For the second time, only minutes apart, this man had my soul about to erupt from my pussy. I slammed my hand back down onto the bed, clutching the blanket as I hit some of the highest notes of the morning. My toes crooked into the sheets and I stretched my neck toward the ceiling, rolling my spine like I didn’t need it anymore. “Fuuuuuuck!” Nut number two. Just as delectable as number one, but in only half the time. “Shit!” My hips bucked above his face like I was shorting out. I was a fucking mess. In an attempt to pull it together, I bit into my lips, breathing deeply and moaning endlessly as he licked up my spill and spoiled me with soft kisses.

Thinking we were entering the wind down, I went to sit up and free him of my weight. Especially since he had somewhere to be. But, before I could go too far, he wrapped his strong ass arms around my waist, pinning me to his face. My eyes popped open and instantly rolled back as he parted me and locked onto my already sensitive clit, burdening it further with the roughness of his tongue. I lost it. I wanted to speak, but my voice was overtaken by uncontrollable wailing. My hips then left my charge, going insane, jerking toward his greedy mouth. “Miiiiiike!” I returned my clutches to the sheets in front of me, digging my nails into my own hands as he sucked on my clit with a vengeance. The most conflicting feeling of panicked euphoria hit me. Like stop, but also don’t. Not even a minute later, my thighs began to shudder madly against his face. It hadn't taken him long at all to get the result I’m sure he was looking to achieve. I screamed his name. Satisfied, he decided to give me a little slack and the force of my release helped me get away from him.

My body jolted violently as I fell to his side. I immediately covered my pussy as my quivering hips insisted on rocking into the air. Without an ounce of hesitation, he was right behind me, pulling my legs apart like it was nothing and placing himself between them. I didn't even try to conceal my scowl. He had me fucked up. “Take your ass to woooork.” He laughed and ignored the shit out of me, holding me in place with a heavy arm across my stomach while he lowered his right hand to bully mine away and harass my clit with his thumb. My jaw plummeted. Was he serious? “Babe!” I cried out in amazement, and that was the last audible language my pitiful brain was able to produce.

I quickly grabbed his wrist as he shook it recklessly between my thighs. Which was a total waste of time, because my so-called solution had zero effect on him. I whimpered helplessly, realizing and accepting that he literally had me trapped. And he had the nerve to be staring down at me with the most collected expression while I was undoubtedly there losing my mind. I for sure would've slapped him if I had control of any part of myself. Because I damn sure didn't. Each shallow breath, in and out, was accentuated by an explosive sound as my body convulsed wildly underneath him. It felt like blue flames were ripping through my entire existence. I squeezed my eyes shut, my actions very desperately begging him to stop where my words couldn’t. I even tried to use the bed as leverage to push against his solid strength, but I was just fooling myself. My head thrashed about, sending my deafening screams to every corner of the room. None of it had been enough to coax him. I guess this was his way of making me regret coming after him this morning. I’d be lying if I said it wasn't working just as intended.

An intense grumble billowed from my chest, as I was convinced that my pussy could supply all the electricity for a small town right now. Lustful moans had turned guttural, filtered through teeth clenched like vice-grips. My hands—as useless as they were—flailed frantically, flying from the sheets, to his body, my body, and back again. Needing to get away, I managed to hoist myself up onto my elbows and willed my hands to the bed, gripping the covers and trying to pull myself free. I learned right away that it wouldn't be enough, so I moved one to his arm, pushing as hard as I could, plunging my nails into his skin. He did not budge.

“Where you going? This what you wanted, mama, don’t run.” At the sound of his snarky ass commentary I whined loudly, woeful and defeated, forcing the top of my head into the sheets. Not only was my body betraying me, but I couldn't verbalize anything to defend myself either. All I could do was lay there, wordlessly pleading for mercy that he clearly didn't possess. “Cum for Daddy one more time.” I tried to look at him, but my eyes spun completely white, filling with tears. My clit was on fire. And now he was adding his steamy demands; with that luscious ass voice, flowing through my ears like warm honey. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. And, bitch, it was working. I clamped my legs around him so tight, but it didn't give me a single flake of relief. His fingers were still very much spinning records on my pounding clit. Deep, throaty breaths were all I could conjure as my chest rose and fell in a hurry, somehow still not supplying my lungs with sufficient oxygen. Then something real potent knocked the little bit of wind up out of me. My whole fucking body started to tremble. “Do it, baby. I know you can. This right here is light work.” Mouth widely agape, my next breath became lodged in my airways as the climax from hell swelled in the pit of my stomach. My back began to arch insanely, gradually lifting me until no part of it was touching the bed. “Oooowee, there you gooo.” The way I gripped those poor sheets, I knew they had to be torn. This was the one right here! I squeezed my eyes shut and roared into the air as I came harder than I had since we’d started. “Goddamn!” I collapsed back to the bed, shrieking for my life. Thank goodness, he finally stopped as I lay sprawled out, shaking, dying. I looked up at him, my eyes half-closed, tears running erratically over my face, barely breathing, letting out the most broken screams and groans; and this man had the nerve to smile at me like the villain he was. “That’s my girl.” He lifted the culprit from the shadows and glanced at his thumb before raking it over his tongue. “Mmmm.” Then he casually tucked his lip under his teeth before swatting my pussy with the backside of his fingers. I whimpered as my body flinched from the impact. “Fucking brat,” he whispered, coming down to kiss my sweat laden forehead. I lifted my face to catch his delicious bottom lip and he latched onto my top. I let go and extended my tongue, pressing it against his and making wet circles before I sucked it into my mouth. Feeling it, I led my hand to the nape of his neck, deepening our connection as we engaged in the sloppiest kiss. Undeniably one of my favorite kinds. My hips were still squirming beneath him and this interaction wasn't helping the situation at all. I pulled away to get some air. This was about to turn into something else real quick.

“…You are so fucking disrespectful,” I breathed into his ear, finally regaining the ability to make use of my words.

His light chuckle bounced right against my ear. Then he kissed it sweetly. “You love it.” He wasn't wrong. The amount of effort was just unexpected.

He moved down beside me and I reached for him as soon as I could, using my arm and a leg to anchor myself to his body. I closed my eyes, knowing he had to go soon, but I needed a few minutes to compose myself. I think he understood, because he actually held onto me until I was there. Time wasn't on his side, but I guess he had to make sure I was good first. My sweetheart. I was really appreciative, because, after all that, I certainly deserved to be held.

I brought my face from his neck and upon seeing him through clear eyes, I couldn't help my smile. He was just so… everything. He returned the gesture and I ran the tip of my tongue right over his lips, hooking the top one before retreating. The look on his face was hilarious. It was the most dry disbelief I believe I’d ever seen. I had always been a hard learner. That’s why I stayed getting into trouble. Too bad for him, trouble was my favorite.

“I know your dick hard.”

He stared back for a second and we fell out laughing.

“You ain't shit.” He and I both knew that if he didn't get up and walk away from me right now, he wouldn't be going anywhere today. His gaze shifted toward my mouth and I closed my eyes, anticipating his touch. As he gently parted my lips, I reached for his jaw, giving it light, loving strokes. He finished with a soft peck and lingered there, breathing quietly onto my face. It was killing him. When he pulled away he didn't have words, just adoring stares that never left me. I smiled, still caressing his face. He was leaning in to kiss me again when his phone rang. A scowl and exaggerated groan were his response as he jumped up and jogged toward the sound. “Fuck.” I assumed it to be one of his business partners calling. “Hello… Ok, what time does he need to reschedule for?… He’s there now?” He took the phone from his ear to check the time and sighed. “Ok. Tell him half an hour earlier is the best we can do at this short notice… Ok, good. You may have to start without me, though. I’m running late… I know, man. I’m coming.”

I put my hand over my mouth, laughing to myself after seeing the look of mild disdain he’d given me. Wasn’t my fault he lacked self-control. Hell, I had only requested a quick little five minutes.

“Look what you did.”

I laughed harder as he rushed back to the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and figured I’d already been punished enough for today. So I decided to wash up and go down to the kitchen to make him that breakfast. I tied on my apron and put some thick cut bacon into the air fryer first since it would take the longest. I mixed a couple of eggs with a little salt and pepper and sat them to the side. Once the bacon was almost done, I put an open croissant on the rack above it to toast, and went back to scramble the eggs. I left them to stay warm and emptied the oven, getting the glistening strips onto some paper towels. I quickly sliced a perfectly ripe avocado and spread roasted red pepper aioli on the bottom half of the buttery croissant, layering the eggs on after. Next, I topped that with a piece of smoked gouda, a few leaves of baby spinach, avocado, and finally the bacon. I was sure to pile it high since it was all he would be having, and I double wrapped it in parchment and foil so that it wouldn't lose too much heat. He’d obviously earned a hot and filling meal. Last, I made him a cup of the ridiculously strong coffee he loved so much; no sugar, no cream. I rejoined him upstairs just as he was stepping out of the closet, fully dressed in a shirt and tie, slim fit dress pants, and Ferragamo loafers; all black. And he was pulling on his black overcoat. The one that went down to his knees. Whew!

“Damn.” I belly flopped my naked self onto the bed, eyes glued to him. “Your breakfast is on the table by the door. Wit’ yo’ fine ass.” I scoped him from head to toe, biting my lip, being a deliberate pervert. “Mm mm mm.”

He dropped his head with a light chuckle and glanced up, flashing me those perfect pearly whites. I melted. “Thank you, baby.”

“Boy, you better stop, ” I warned, turning away and smiling sheepishly.

“You the one. You know you don’ fucked up, right?” he said firmly, strolling toward me. "Got me late for work."

Somehow, I was no longer an adult. “I didn’t even do nothin’.” I spoke in a cute, low tone, smiling up at his lofty frame as he came to stand directly in front of me.

“Mhm. You wanna play coy now.” He came down to my face and kissed me so delicately, grasping my chin and lightly tugging on my bottom lip as it ended. I felt that shit in my knees. Then he reached back and gave my ass a very healthy smack. The duality. “Mmmm.”

I grinned up at him. “Have a good day, babe. I love you.”

“I love you.” He grabbed his bag from the chair and started for the door. “Check your phone. I put a little something in your account.”

I swiped it from the nightstand and went into my banking app. The first transaction in my personal checking was a deposit transfer from MJJ for five thousand. “Ooooh.” I smiled, biting my lip, instantly turned on. This wasn't out of the ordinary, but I was always so grateful. “Thank you, Big Papa.”

"You're very welcome, love."

“This pussy tasted gourmet, huh?”

“Every time.”

I laughed aloud, watching him seemingly glide across the carpet. His devastating smoothness, that unrelenting sexiness, truly transcended words.

“Go out and enjoy yourself. But, um,” he came to a stop in the doorway and turned to me, dragging his finger across his bottom lip, “I’ll be back around six, six-thirty. You should probably get some rest, too.”