Gage (Men of Honor 1)

I rubbed her tummy gently beneath my much larger, much rougher hand and could feel the length of my cock inside her. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little bit, it’s getting better.” By that she means it’s getting easier to handle the rough fucks I subject her to every morning.

For a while there she’d bleed a little after one of our more intense sessions, but that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I was waiting for the day when there was no pain at all. I don’t like hurting my girl, but it’s hard for me to control my lust sometimes when I get inside her, especially first thing in the morning. Most people like pancakes and eggs in the morning; her pussy is how I break my fast.

I distracted her with my tongue in her mouth while extracting my cock from its place deep inside her. She still pain hissed in my mouth but that couldn’t be helped. Her tight ass pussy’s never going to be able to handle all of me no matter how often we fuck and that’s just the way I like it.

My heavy cock plopped onto the mattress between her thighs with a thud and her pussy gaped open wide enough and long enough for me to see the damage. I’ll squeeze some ointment in her snatch before I leave for the office. That usually helps. I didn’t feel even a little bit guilty in fact it was quite the opposite. I like the fact that all day she’s going to feel me there, that soreness will be a constant reminder of who her ass belongs to.

She searched for and found my mouth with hers and we shared a much tamer kiss this time before we both needed to come up for air. “I’ve got to get up baby or I’m going to be late.” She whined as I knew she would; so cute.

“Just a little bit longer.” Her slender arms went around my neck, keeping me in place and I let her hold me for a few minutes more. Same thing every day!

About five minutes later I lifted her in my arms and took her into the shower for another one of our morning routines. That’s where she makes me sit down on the built in marble bench so she could reach all of me with her short self and wash me from head to toe.

I sat still and let her do her thing even though if anyone else had tried I would’ve nixed that shit long ago. I’ve never been one to sit still and have someone else groom me, but I know how much she likes it so I let her have her way.

Then it was my turn to clean her up and take care of her sore pussy. I switched off the water and dried her off after wrapping a towel around my hips. “Hop up here.” I lifted her by her tiny waist onto the his and hers counter and spread her open before reaching into the top drawer for the ointment.

Once I’d applied a healthy amount to her now red snatch I kissed her just below the navel for good measure before helping her down and putting her on her feet. She pulled on the short silk robe that she leaves hanging behind the bathroom door while I took care of my morning shave. With one last kiss on my shoulder she left to go down to the kitchen.

By the time I had thrown on my suit and grabbed my briefcase she was putting breakfast on the table. “This looks good baby, what is it this time?” She loves surprising me with her culinary skills. “It’s a vegetable frittata with homemade potatoes.”

She beamed and poured my juice while I took my first bite and hummed with pleasure. She reached her hand across the table and I took it, leaving me to eat with one hand. It’s not the easiest way to eat, but my baby needs it and so I don’t care I just do it. I ran my thumb up and down her fingers as we ate.

I eyed her plate to make sure she was eating enough. She found herself starving herself a few weeks ago because some ass convinced her she was too big for her height. The girl couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds. It didn’t take me long to figure out where that shit came from.

But like I said, Donna doesn’t know that Holly and I share everything so it wasn’t hard to get it out of her. Of course I put paid to that shit right quick but I did it in a way she understood. I simply asked her whose opinion she trusted more, and who it was that she was trying to impress, me or that meddling-hag.