Page 34 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

Several hours later, when Mac woke, he reached for her and found yet again, she was no longer at his side. He’d started to growl when the enticing aroma of her famous applewood-smoked bacon reached him. Smiling, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his jeans.

He found her standing in the morning light in the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was one that would never fail to lift his spirits and his cock. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin. Willa was breathtaking in a casual but sensual way. She’d pulled on one of his hugely oversized sweaters that hung to mid-thigh and had a deep V-neck. It was stretched out of shape and revealed little, although it did cling to her ample breasts and hips. There was nothing artificial about her. Her long, blonde hair was loosely pulled away from her face, and her hazel eyes reflected her untamed and joyful nature. She looked up to see him coming close and blew him a kiss.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“If you’d woken me up and asked, I’d have told you what I wanted to eat wasn’t in the kitchen.”

She looked around. “What did you…?” She stopped short. He could see her body flush with the beginnings of arousal from thehunger in his voice, not for what she had in the cast-iron skillet. “I would think you had enough of that earlier this morning.”

“I was well laid, but I didn’t feast on that wild honey you keep between your legs.”

He grinned as she blushed.

“Go sit down at the table, and I’ll bring you your breakfast.”

“Okay.”

She left the stove long enough to bring the French-press coffeepot and a mug to the table for him, dancing away as he tried to capture her.

“If you make me burn it, you have to eat it, anyway.”

“Don’t you worry, Cowgirl.” Mac smiled lasciviously. “I’m planning on eating whatever you put on the table… even what you don’t.”

She shook her head and finished putting breakfast together. Watching Willa cook was something he enjoyed. He smiled as she checked the omelet to make sure it hadn’t burned and was ready for the filling of bacon, feta, scallions, and spinach, along with salt and pepper. Deftly folding the omelet, she slid it onto a platter, pulled the crispy roasted red potatoes from the oven, and placed them in a bowl. She grabbed forks and napkins and took the food to him. After she put the breakfast on the table, she moved toward the kitchen.

Mac had other plans. Before she could complete her turn, he pulled her onto his lap and trapped her there. In an effort to stifle her protest, he ran a hand up under her sweater to tease her nipples. Her sharp inhalation and stiffening buds told him she wasn’t necessarily done being pleasured.

“Breakfast will get cold,” she chided him.

He removed his hand, giving both of her nipples an engaging tug and pinch as he did so. Willa tried to push her way off his lap, but he held her tight.

“Uh-uh,” he said, cutting into the omelet and bringing the fork to her mouth. “I’m not done yet. If you don’t want a cold breakfast, you’d best stay where you are.”

“You’re impossible…” she started to say as Mac slipped the fork into her mouth.

He took a bite of the omelet for himself, then speared several pieces of roasted potatoes and held them up for her to eat. Willa smiled and settled on his lap while they shared the meal she had prepared.

When the food was gone, Mac cleared the dishes out of the way and placed Willa on the table in front of him with her legs on either side of his body. Gently, he pressed her down onto her back as he lifted the sweater to reveal the hallowed place between her legs. He pried them apart and lowered his mouth to her.

“Mac…” she sighed.

“I told you I was going to eat whatever was on the table. Now you’re on the table, and I plan to have my fill.”

He used his fingers to gently reveal her swollen clit. Mac would have sworn he could see it throb. He knew for a fact, his cock was becoming uncomfortable in its confinement. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he focused his attention on the aroused gem, then lowered his head and feasted.

Swirling his tongue around her, he sucked gently as his fingers sought and found her pussy. Willa moaned as they found their proper place, and he scissored them. She pushed at his head, but it was an empty gesture. As he stroked her G-spot and sucked her clit with the same rhythm and intensity, she brought her fist up to her mouth, biting down to keep from crying out. He enveloped the little button with his mouth and sucked while flicking the very end of it with his tongue, something he had learned to mimic from her when she was going down on him.

“Jesus, Mac,” she cried as she raised her upper body off the table.

Mac stood, using one hand to support her and the other on her breastbone to press her onto the table. He kissed her clit one last time as he licked his way down to her weeping pussy. Rolling his tongue into a point, he plunged it inside her then flattened it out to run along the roof of her channel. He could feel her contractions begin as she shuddered in a quiet but powerful climax.

Using his one hand to squeeze and pinch her nipples, he continued to tongue fuck her until she came a second time, calling his name and pounding the table with her hands. He sat down and withdrew his tongue from her only to draw it up to her clit to give it a last lingering suck and kiss.

Willa raised herself on her elbows and stared. The look of pure carnal pleasure combined with a tinge of annoyance caused him to chuckle.

“What’s the matter, Cowgirl, didn’t you think I was going to have that honey with my breakfast?”

“Well, I thought you might wait to harvest it in a more appropriate place.”

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