Page 39 of His Perfect Gift


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She forked into it, taking a bite of the eggs, and moaned. “Ohhh. This is good.”

“Princess, you’re gonna make me forget about the food if you keep making noises like that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s so good.” She took another bite, closing her eyes in bliss.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I smiled, taking a bite, as well. I pointed my fork at her. “So moan away.”

After we finished breakfast, Amber took our plates. “I’ll do the dishes.” She gave me a quick peck on the mouth as she passed by.

I stood up and moved beside her as she scrubbed the plates. “What would you like to do today?”

“I have an appointment.” She put the plates into the dishwasher.

I frowned. “A doctor’s appointment? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, and no, not a doctor’s appointment.” She turned off the faucet and dried her hands on the dishtowel. “I have an appointment to get waxed.”

I turned her around to face me. “Waxed?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because.” She blushed, ducking her head. “I’m a little… unkempt down there. I need to get it waxed again.”

Unkempt? I had an intimate relationship with her sweet cunt, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else touch it ever again. Not even if it was only for beauty purposes. “Cancel it.”

Her head shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Amber. Cancel the appointment.”

“Why?” She leaned against the edge of the counter, peering up at me in question.

“Why?” I caged her in, gripping the edge of the counter. “Because no one,and I mean no one,is touching my beautiful pussy.”

She jutted her chin in determination. “I’m not going au naturel.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“So you’re asking me to take care of it myself?”

The thought of giving her special pussy extra care made my dick grow and throb. “No,” I said thickly. “I’ll do it.” I nosed into her neck, nipping at her skin where it was slightly bruised from marking her last night. I loved to see my mark on her. “I’m gonna do it. I’ll always handle what’s mine with care.”

I lifted her up, tossing her over my shoulder. Fuck, I loved carrying her, too. And now I was going to carry her straight to the shower and shave that sweet pussy. When I passed through my master bath, I set her down on the counter. I peeled off my oversized shirt she wore and her panties.

Glancing down between us, I reached out and ran my thumb down her patch of hair over her pink clit. I loved her landing strip. Trailing my thumb over her clit, my fingers spread out, smoothing over the sliver of fuzz now apparent at her bikini line. I swiped my thumb over her delicate flesh as I studied her pussy.

She hissed, and her thighs tightened. “Aaron? I thought you were going to—”

“I am, Princess.” I continued to tease her, feeling her slickness build under my thumb. “I’m just studying my canvas.” Fuck. This was going to be fun.

But I had a job to do, so I reluctantly allowed my hand to drop to the side. “Go start the shower and sit down on the bench and lather up that pussy.”

I watched as she swayed her hips and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. She faced me with a smug look before arching her back, thrusting her tits out as she basked in the shower like a goddess welcoming rain.

Scratching my chin in approval, I opened a cabinet and dug through it, finding a new razor. I set it aside and quickly stripped off my shirt and sweatpants, foregoing underwear because why the hell did I need to wear it? It was just a hindrance.

With hair slicked back and her body glistening and wet, she dropped down onto the bench, spreading her legs wide. God, I wanted her; however, I needed to focus because I sure as hell didn’t want to nick that precious cunt by accident. Not on my watch.

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