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Declan
The house is still blissfully quiet when the light starts to filter in through Belle’s sheer white curtains. I’ve been awake and holding this beautiful woman in my arms for an hour already, not wanting to wake her early on her day off. I told myself I’d give her until the sun came up.
Time’s up.
Belle has quickly become my favorite addiction. The high I get from being with her is better than any touchdown. Just when I let my hand start to travel down her soft skin, the door flies open and bangs against the wall behind it seconds before Tommy runs in and jumps on the bed. He’s wearing flannel pajamas covered in dinosaurs. His brown hair is a mess, and his smile is the definition of innocence. “It’s Thanksgiving! I want pancakes.”
Belle cracks one eye open, looks at him, and then at me before shooting up, wrapping her arms around his waist and dragging him down between us.
He pulls her pale purple comforter up over the three of us and laughs loudly. “Thanksgiving means pancakes, Belles. Pancakes and strawberries. You know the rules.” He snuggles in close to her and closes his eyes.
“How about donuts instead? I picked up a dozen yesterday at Amelia’s shop. Why don’t you head downstairs and grab one, and we’ll see if you still want pancakes after that, okay?” Belles pulls up his shirt and gives him a big raspberry on his stomach.
I’m not used to seeing Tommy this open to touch, but it’s a fun thing to see. His giggle is infectious as he climbs out of bed, nearly kneeing me in the balls in the process.
When he pulls the door shut behind him and runs down the steps, Belle closes her eyes and lays her head back on the pillow. “Well, that’s not how I thought this morning was going to start.” She rolls to her side and lays her hand on my bare chest before it starts to slowly travel down.
“Oh yeah?” I whisper quietly, turning my head to hers. “How did you think it would start, Annabelle?” I move her hair away from her pink cheeks. “Do you want it hard and fast before Tommy comes back?” I lean in and lick up her neck. “Or do you want to lie down while I eat your pretty pussy for breakfast? Tell me how you want to come, Belles?” I suck the lobe of her ear, making her squirm.
She pushes me back, then shakes her finger. “Uh-uh. Not this morning.” Her fingers scrape against my abs before gripping the waistband of my black boxer briefs and pulling them down. When she moves to kneel between my thighs, I grab her face with both hands and claim her mouth, my tongue licking her lips before she pulls away.
“Nope. It’s my turn,” she whispers before her hand tightens around my cock, and her tongue travels up from my balls to the head, taking special care to lick the pearl of precum off the tip before her soft lips wrap around me, taking me in her warm mouth. Then she works her way back down to the base of my cock, one hand moving to my balls while the other grabs my thigh to steady herself.
“Jesus, baby. Your mouth is so hot. It feels so good,” I growl.
Belle moans with those vibrant green eyes looking up at me through dark fringed lashes, and every image I’ve ever stored in my spank bank is immediately replaced by the one in front of me. I can’t stop my hips from lifting off the bed, trying to get deeper. It doesn’t take long to feel the pressure begin to mount and the need to come imminent. But this is not how I want to start the day.
Jackknifing up, I wrap my hands around her hips and pull her to sit on my lap and on my dick. She slept in one of my soft, worn Notre Dame t-shirts last night, giving me easy access. Pushing her panties to the side, Belle slides down on my throbbing cock.
I wrap her soft hair around my fist, tugging back until her neck is bared to me. “Take what you need, baby. I’m not coming without you.” My hand reaches under her shirt, cupping her breast while I suck on her neck.
Her legs wrap around my waist. “Declan... God, it’s always so good.” The bite of her nails digging into my scalp creates the perfect pain.
“I need you to get there, baby.” Letting go of her hair, I reach down and run my finger around her clit until her walls start to pulse around me. One final thrust and the orgasm washes over both of us.
Belle drapes her arms over my shoulders, her body lying limply in my arms.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Annabelle.” I run my fingers under her shirt and up her back until my hand kneads her neck.
“Belles... I still want pancakes,” is yelled from somewhere downstairs, and we both laugh.
The beautiful woman in my arms sighs deeply before she starts to climb off me. “Time to make the pancakes.”
My grip tightens before I gently kiss her lips. “At least he’s got good timing.”
I love the laughter I get in response. “Yeah. We’ve got to get better about locking the bedroom door. Could you imagine what he’d tell everyone then?”
Group Text:
Murphy:Happy Turkey Day, bitches.
Murphy:Don’t forget – We’re playing football at Coach’s at noon.
Declan:You’re fucking crazy, Murph. If any of us get hurt, the consequences are huge.
Nattie:HUGE! Aww, Dec. It’s so cute how you’re scared of Dad.
Bash:I can only stay ’til two. Then I promised my pops I’d be at his house.
