King Asshole

“Thanks. I’ve, erm, I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What?” she asked.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not going to. Why would I laugh?”

“I’m thinking about going back to culinary school. I know I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve got no chance.”

“What does your age have to do with anything?” She took another bite. “You’re talented, Jax. I’m surprised you didn’t pursue this sooner.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to ask your thoughts on it. It won’t affect my hours at the bar or anything. I’ll still be making the same money.”

“Will your experiments be coming home for me to try?”

He loved the way she called their apartment home.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m not some kind of fucking pussy.

“Yeah, I’ll be bringing them home.”

“Then I say go for it. I’ll be here, and I can’t wait. You need to follow your dreams, Jax, no matter what.” She reached over the table and held his arm. “You have got so much talent. I can’t believe you were surviving on takeout for so long.”

He took her hand, locking their fingers together. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always support you, Jax. You only need to ask.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her wrist. “You’re wonderful.”

They finished their meal, and Dani complimented his food. When it was finished, she was the one who took care of the dishes, but he always loved to stand and watch her, or touch her, or to feel her pussy as he played with her. Teasing her, bringing her to just the peak of nearing her orgasm and then waiting, made her even more horny.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her neck.

Since they’d been together with their agreement, he’d not looked at another woman. He’d not wanted to either.

“I’m doing the dishes,” she said.

“That’s good. I’m happy and content to do what I want.” He cupped both of her tits and heard her moan. “I love these babies.”

She chuckled.

Flicking the pulse at the side of her neck, he nibbled on her flesh. Her ass thrust back against his dick, trying to rub him. He moved one hand to her hip, guiding her close to his cock so she could rub that sweet ass against him. He was nowhere near done with her.

She smelled fucking amazing, and his cock ached to be inside her.

Soon.

So very fucking soon.

“Jax.” She moaned his name.

He loved the sound echoing around the room. It made him ache to take more of her. To fuck her harder, to claim more of her. She was on fire, and he was putty in her hands. She just didn’t seem to realize how much.

“Is your pussy wet for me, baby? You want me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Make sure those dishes are all clean.”

She laughed. “You like bossing me around.”

She gasped as he cupped her pussy through her jeans. He wasn’t touching her directly, but he rubbed her a few times as he thrust against her ass.

When that wasn’t enough, he slid a hand inside her jeans and past her panties. This time he moaned at the feel of her pretty cunt on his fingers. So wet. So perfect. Everything he wanted. Plunging two fingers inside her, he pulled them out, stroking over her clit, rubbing back and forth, taking her pleasure higher as he kissed her neck. With his other hand, he wrapped her hair around his fist, moving it off her neck so he could kiss her neck without anything getting in the way. He was so hard.

All he wanted to do was bend her over the counter and fuck her senseless. To feel this tight little cunt wrapped around his dick as he drove into her again and again. Instead, he teased her, kissed her. He didn’t realize how much he loved kissing until he was with her. She was an amazing kisser.

She finished the dishes and twirled in his arms, stopping him from playing with her.

“You’ve got to dry them.”

“I’ll do them later.” She cupped his face, kissing his lips. “I think it’s time I give you some attention.”

She ran her hand down his chest until she cupped his cock. He released a hiss as she stroked him through his jeans. “You want inside my pussy?” she asked.

“Don’t tease.”

“You and I both know that’s off the table for now, but come on, it’s fun. It’s kinky. Especially if I say I want your cock so bad even though we know it’s not going to happen.” She gripped the back of his neck, drawing his lips down. “We can still do a lot of fun things.”

He put his hand back between her legs, not one to be outdone.

Moving her backward toward their bedroom, he continued to kiss her. She didn’t let up in her strokes, and he didn’t want her to. The moment they got to the bedroom, he started to pull off her clothes.