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Chapter twenty
Joar
The Next Morning
When I wake up she’s not in bed with me.
Which is more disappointing than I could ever imagine.
I almost don’t want to get up to discover she’s gone home. I should just stay here where my sheets still smell like her. Mentally replay our night of marathon sex like a movie reel.
Except…the smell of bacon wafts into the room. Is that…coffee?
I’m up like a shot and don’t even bother to put my clothes on. I pad down the hall into the vast open-plan living space and cross over to the kitchen. Clover is fussing with something on the stove, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, which hits her mid-thigh. The cotton stretches tight across her juicy ass. My dick takes notice, hardening against my belly.
“Don’t sneak up behind me and try to stick your cock where it doesn’t belong. I take breakfast seriously, even if I hate cooking,” she admonishes without turning around.
I chuckle just loud enough for her to hear. “You’re giving me a hate date.”
She bursts out in laughter. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Joar. I just figured if I’m ever going to cook, it might as well be in this dream of a kitchen.” She peers back over her shoulder. Her hair is tied up in a messy knot. Her face is freshly washed, no makeup. When she smiles, she lights up the entire room, which is already filled with sunshine.
“In all seriousness, you don’t have to cook for me.” I ignore her warning about my cock and stand behind her. Grind against her ass as she stirs a pan filled with some sort of egg mixture. “How ’bout I fuck you from behind while you scramble the eggs?”
Her entire body shivers. “I’ll pass. But…how about I ride your big, fat cock and feed you these eggs?”
She’s my dream woman. Holy fuck.
“That works.” I kiss her neck. Suck it a bit. My hands run along her sides and I slip one under the T-shirt to find her pussy bare and wet. “For the record, it’s JJ to you, Clover. Only you.”
She slaps my hand away to no avail. “Fine. My God, you’re relentless. Stop it. You’re distracting me.”
“Admit it’s a good distraction.“ I nip her earlobe and flutter my finger on her clit. Bring my free hand up to her luscious breast and pinch her nipple through my T-shirt. Her head lolls back against my chest.
“Joar...” She’s breathless as I keep up the pace. “I don’t want this to burn.”
I pump my dick against her ass. “JJ,“ I correct. “Take it off the heat. I’ll make you come within a minute. Two tops. Then you can finish and I’ll take you up on that fucking-me-while-feeding offer.”
“Ohhhhhh…kayyyy,” Clover moans low and sexy.
She’s dripping all over my fingers. I apply more pressure to her little nub and rub her in tight circles. Pinch her nipple hard. She explodes, bucking against my hand. I lighten my touch until it’s scarcely a feather on her clit. She shudders through an aftershock. Two. Clenches her thighs together, trapping my hand.
“That’s it, baby.” I withdraw my hand when she finishes. Suck and lick my fingers clean. “Delicious appetizer.”
She’s flustered, but manages to shake it off. “You’re insatiable, JJ. Go. Get away.“ She shoos me. “Sit down and take that abomination of a cock away from my ass. I want to finish making you breakfast.”
“This abomination is here for one purpose. To live inside that sweet, wet pussy of yours. Or, maybe your hot, smoldering ass.” I smirk, yet do as she asks. Kind of. I pull the chair directly into her line of sight. Sit and stroke myself as I watch her cook.
Her eyes flick to my hand expertly working my shaft as she shuffles a few pans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Just keeping him awake.” I lean back a bit. “Not that he needs any help with you around, sweetness.”
Clover dramatically holds up a hand in front of her eyes to shield her vision. I can’t help but laugh. She remains focused, and it’s clear she’s adept in the kitchen, despite proclaiming that she hates to cook. Within minutes, she hovers over a plate, sprinkling things. Arranging. Wiping the edges with a paper towel. “I’m done. Are you hungry?”
“I am. And excited for the fucking and the feeding as you can plainly see.” I stroke faster, rub a bit of pre-come around the head of my dick.
Clover turns and stops for a second to watch me fist myself. Grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her nipples are tight and puckered. She licks her lips. Picks up the plate loaded with eggs in one hand, a fork in the other. Strides toward me in her naked, curvy glory. The sun catches her blue eyes and they appear to sparkle when she reaches me. “Yes, Mr. Demanding. Your wish is my command.”
