Toasty (Cozy 2)

“Yes, you do,” she whispers and we both know she’s right.

One quick thrust and I could be balls deep inside her. I fought with my need all night, and goddamn it, I’m weak. I want her to be the one to beg for it, not the other way around. I want to fuck her when she admits that she’s in love with me, and not a second before. But my wants and needs are at war and right now I don’t know which one will win.

As if she knows what I’m doing, she grips my length and squeezes it. I groan as a fat pearl of cum leaks out of the tip and falls onto her pussy lips. She does it again and I grunt, thrusting into her palm, unable to stop my body’s reaction.

“No,” I groan, thrusting forward once more, only this time I make contact with her wet heat.

“Are you going to deny me?” She pretends to pout as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m achy.”

“Fuck!” I roar, taking a step back, and her hand falls away from my dick. I heave in a breath of fresh air, one that’s not filled with her scent as I turn away from her and tuck my cock back into my sweats.

“Fine, have it your way.” Her voice is so light and sing-song like she wasn’t about to bring me to my knees. “Mmm, this bacon is so good. Nice and thick.”

I hear her chewing, so I close my eyes tightly and take another deep, cleansing breath. When I have myself as under control as I can possibly be right now, I walk away from her and over to where I have all the food laid out.

“You won’t come sit beside me?” She sits up straight and her pink-tipped breasts sway a little with the motion.

“Not until you’ve finished your food.” I have to look away because the thought of tracing the curve of her tits with my tongue while she rides my cock is too fucking strong.

“Gosh, I’m such a slow eater.” I look over in time to see her licking the syrup off her finger and it’s too much.

“Damn it, Myra, quit it.” I slam my hands on the counter and she laughs.

“How can I stop when it’s so good seeing you like this?” She takes a huge bite of her pancake and I watch her chew.

“You enjoy my misery.” My voice is grumbly and now I sound like the one pouting.

She shakes her head as she swallows and takes a drink of coffee. “I enjoy you getting a taste of your own medicine.”

I plant my fists on the counter in front of her and lean forward. I feel the muscles flex in my arms and back. Her eyes widen. “The second that plate is clean, your ass is mine.”

“But what if I want seconds?” She licks the syrup off her finger again, but this time she looks a little more careful.

“You’ll have it when I’m done with you.”

She swallows as she looks down at my plate. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I already did when I was waiting for you to wake up.” I rub my hand over my bare stomach and I don’t miss how she watches me. “I didn’t want to waste any time.”

“You’re a beast.” She winks at me and polishes off the rest of her bacon.

“You didn’t have any complaints last night.” I lick my lips, remembering her taste. “Your cunt has driven me to the edge of crazy.”

“Kace,” she whispers, looking away. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

“You like it.” Now I’m the one to turn her words around, and the fact that she doesn’t deny it says all I need to know.

She slows down when she gets to the last bite of her pancake, and I make my way around the counter separating us and by her side.

“Go on and clean your plate, because afterwards you’re going to clean my cock.” Her eyes snap up to mine and I reach out to wipe a bit of syrup off her bottom lip. I suck on my thumb after I clean the sugar off it, then shake my head. “Still not as sweet as you.”

The sound of her fork hitting her plate might as well be a red flag in front of a bull. I grab her by the hips and pull her to the edge of her seat.

“On your knees, kitten. This little tease of yours deserves some payback.”

Chapter 10

Myra

Without question, I fall to my knees because I’ve been dying to know what he tastes like. I don’t know what got into me when I walked into the kitchen naked. I always feel Kace is in control and this might be my way of trying to grab some of my own. As I kneel before him, I realize how much I crave his dominant ways. The way he bossed me around at work always turned me on. My whole body would light up when he barked orders at people, but he never directed it at me. I was always seeking his approval, trying to do anything and everything he would ask of me. Even when I did mess something up, I still never got that bark of his.