Page 106 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Nuh-uh. You are not coming back from that. I’m making pancakes instead of waffles, and it’s not my fault if they happen to be burned.”

“Baby, don’t get mad.” I threw on his T-shirt in a rush and followed him into the walk-in closet.

"No, no, no.” He laughed. “You've lost all your remaining privileges this morning, darling." With that, he pecked me on my forehead and began to leave the room.

“Lorcan, c’mon, hear me out. You got to argue your case to me yesterday. Now it’s my turn.”

“Okay then, little Miss Lawyer.” He raised his brow in amused curiosity. “But it’ll have to be an airtight defense. How can you save face here?”

"Well, the options you provided were dick or waffles, but there was no statement on how to consume them. Nor, for that matter, were there any clauses against having both at the same time.”

Lorcan huffed. I was trying my damnedest to keep a straight face. We both loved this, and Lorcan knew it.

"Technicalities and loopholes,” he said. “However, let’s say you were right, for the sake of argument. How do you plan on having both at the same time? For the record, I’m not serving this sausage up on a plate.”

"Easy. I will suck the chef's dick as he makes the waffles, so in technicality,” a grin slipped out as I copied his emphasis, “I would have started consuming one half of what I want."

"Continue."

"Once the waffles are fried up, I will finish off the chef. But, instead of coming inside my mouth, the chef would need to sprinkle the special sauce from his dick on my waffles. Then, I would eat that too."

Lorcan’s eyes lit up with mischievous excitement. “Miss Morgana, are you telling me that you want me to cum on the food you are about to eat?”

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I’m fucking salivating for my sweet and salty breakfast."

"You will be the death of me, woman," he declared, taking my hand and making giant strides to the kitchen. He whipped up the mixture in a manic-speed haze. As soon as the batter hit the waffle grids, I sank to my knees in front of him.

“How long do I have?”

“Four minutes.”

“Excellent,” I said, opening my mouth and swallowing his length until it hit the back of my throat.

“Mouth, Tristen, mouth,” Lorcan gritted as I took him in further. “Deep throat will have me coming in less than two minutes.”

I nodded, sliding a couple of inches out of my throat. The barbell piercing bobbed against the back of my mouth, its metallic tang mixing with Lorcan’s musky flavor. He wrapped my hair around his hand so he could see my face.

“Good girl. Keep taking my cock—fuck—just like that.”

I’m pretty sure his dick was bubbling over as much as the sizzling waffles above me. Lorcan tried hard to focus on making breakfast, but from this angle, his flushed neck and trembling thighs were impossible to miss. The ticking timer added to the thrill of the moment, and I relished it.

His hips bucked into my mouth, and Lorcan began to pant heavily. The smell of frying batter wafted through the kitchen, making me even hungrier. Breakfast wasn’t ready yet, so I gently gripped his sacs and played with them.

“U-uh, fuck, Tris!” Lorcan groaned. “O-okay, shit. They’re almost done.”

His fingers twisted in my hair, desperate to keep control. The timer dinged, and Lorcan practically yanked his throbbing shaft out of my mouth. He rushed the waffles onto a plate, then sprinkled his cum as I had requested. Lorcan grunted in relief as he did, and I couldn’t help a proud grin. I’d come a long, long way from post-BJ croaking.

Lorcan poured a glass of fresh orange juice and sat down across from me at the kitchen table. He folded his hands and eyed me as I reached for the plate, watching me like a doubtful spectator.

I opened my mouth and bit down into the fluffy, buttery delight. Nothing could have prepared me for the thick, salty taste on top. It drove me wild, and I moaned between bites, squirming in my seat. No other meal could ever top this.

Lorcan’s jaw dropped as he watched me clear my plate. Flicking my tongue, I licked a spot of cum off my lips.

“Now can I get some sausage with my waffles?”

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