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Making my way to the kitchen, I open a pouch of the fish-smelling, tuna-flavored cat food and split it between the two bowls. The cats wind around my legs, their fur soft against me as they purr and prowl, waiting for me to step back so they can dive into what they find delicious.
Moving to the bathroom, I empty their litter boxes first before beginning my routine. I brush my teeth and rinse with my mouthwash. The tingling on my tongue and all the thoughts of pussy have me in need. I can spare twenty minutes to wake Lorraine up properly, I think with a sly smile as I make my way back into the bedroom.
Before me lies an angel. Her blond hair is spread out over the black of my sheets. Her face is soft and features delicate as she continues the steady rise and fall of her chest. Climbing in beside her, I slide back the sheet. She stirs yet doesn’t wake. I part her legs, and she whimpers.
“Sleep,” she whines as I let my hot breath hit her inner thighs.
Naturally, her legs fall open, and I slide her panties over and blow on her lips. The curls of her pubes move, and I see the glistening on her lips. I swipe my tongue between them, parting her. Up and down, I lick and lap her up before I put my nose under her hood, making circles as I thrust my tongue in and out, curling it at her clit with a flick.
I gaze up to see her wide eyes looking down at me as she props herself up on her elbows. Using my bottom teeth, I graze the sensitive skin under her pussy. I suck her clit, and her legs instantly wrap around my head, holding me in place as I devour her through her orgasm. She throws her head back in ecstasy as her stomach trembles in bliss.
I lick her through the aftershocks and give one last minty blow against her sensitive mound. Then I pull away and stand.
“What a way to wake up,” she whispers.
I laugh. “It’s better than Folgers in your cup.”
I don’t say another word. I leave her to her post-orgasmic moments while I head to the bathroom to finish preparing for my day.
I’m not in there long before she comes in behind me.
“Um,” she starts shyly.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. Then, as I turn to move to the shower, she grabs my arm.
“What about you?” she asks, pointing to the tent in my boxers.
“We don’t have enough time for me to do all the things I want to do with you before we both have to be at work.”
“But, you um . . . you gave me—”
“I wanted pussy for breakfast.” Her eyes grow wide at my bluntness. “I wanted your pussy for breakfast. I had it. Now tonight, you can have cock for dessert. Baby, I gotta get ready for work, and if you stand here much longer, looking as fucking delicious as you do, neither of us are going to make it in today.”
“Oh,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
“Yeah, you get me that worked up. You do that, Lorraine, not anyone or anything else. You have that power over me. Now let me take a shower before I take you in the shower, and like I said, if I let myself get started, neither of us are going to make it to work on time or at all.”
She smiles almost proudly before she rolls up on her toes and places her lips against mine. “That was definitely the best way to wake up.”
“It started my morning off right,” I say with a wink before stepping out of my boxers and into the shower, blasting it on cold.
Once I have my cobra under control and my body and hair washed, I step out. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I move to the bedroom where she is waiting to take her own shower. Instantly, my cock starts to harden, and I try to think of my grandmother to keep my erection down.
I dress for the day and give a quick knock on the bathroom door when I hear the shower turn off.
“I’m off to work, Lo. See you tonight after the gym, baby.”
“Okay,” she says with hesitation in her voice.
“You need me to stay till you’re ready?” I ask, thinking about her fears of the world. When her answer isn’t immediate, I go over all the security in the place. “I’ll set the alarm. I’ll have the doorman on the lookout for you. If you aren’t comfortable with that, I can wait.” Thinking, I realize the one thing I forgot to show her. I’m a hands-on man who is used to fighting, but I also keep a weapon in my home. “There is a handgun in the nightstand,” I inform her. “It’s loaded. Just flip off the safety, and it’s ready to go, baby.”
