Page 8 of Edging Obsession

“Miles, who is going to eat all of this food?”

“Me and my dick need the nourishment.” She gasps at my comment and looks over all the food. “I might be nice and give you a piece of bacon and a pancake.”

A smile skirts across her face, and she elbows me. She takes her bowl of fruit and oatmeal to the table, making herself comfy on the couch. I prepare a plate for myself and when I turn around, she’s staring at my back, the spoon balanced above the bowl.

“Is there a problem, Jules?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just never saw anyone with ‘dimples of Apollo’.”

“Dimples of what?”

“Dimples of Apollo. The dimples you have on your lower back. Named after the Greek and Roman God, Apollo. They’re considered marks of beauty.”

I cock my head. “You think I’m beautiful?”

She returns to her oatmeal, and between mouthfuls says, “Gorgeous is more like it.”

“And your body can only be described as offensive.”

Jules puts her oatmeal down and sits straighter. Her eyebrows dip in. “Why offensive?”

“Because its perfection, not a flaw in design, which is offensive to all the imperfect people.”

Grabbing her bowl of oatmeal, she narrows her eyes at me and sits back into the couch. “Real funny.”

I sit across from her, my plate in front of me, and respond, “It wasn’t supposed to be.”

We eat in silence, every so often admiring one another. Her eyes zoom in on the ring I wear.

“Interesting ring. Where’s it from?”

“Home.”

“Where’s that?”

My glare isn’t too menacing, because I offer a small smile. Instead of probing more, Jules returns to her breakfast.

After half my plate is gone, I slide it across and sit next to her. She finished the fruit and oatmeal. I’m going to test her to see if she’ll let me feed her. So far, she’s passed my submission tests. A few small ones, such as the bite. It pissed her off in the moment, but she got over it.

Wrapping some bacon inside a pancake, I bring it to her mouth and say, “Open.” Her head jerks back with a shake. “I want to feed you. Now open.” She hesitates and leans in for a small bite. The image of those lips on my cock spurs it awake. “Another, but bigger.”

Jules accepts my commands, which makes my breathing quicken. She opens wider, the pancake slipping farther, and my fingers coming out wet from her saliva. I watch her chew, and her eyes shift to my erection, and they grow wide. She’s cast a spell on my dick. My hand slides and cradles the side of her face, thumb rubbing along her lips. Jules’ head rests against the couch. I kneel in front of her on the couch, straddling her waist, and release my dick, dragging her into a slouch position.

“Open.”

Her eyebrows furrow. I wipe my pre-cum over her lips, pressing the tip along the seam. She’s watching me watch her, occasionally shifting her attention to my waist and cock. My hand grabs her jaw, stopping her from looking away, and I twist the other in her hair, tilting her head back further.

“You’re not into blowjobs?”

“I’m not into being bossed around.”

“Get used to it.” I release her jaw, and slide my hand down between her breasts, past her stomach, loosening the robe until I’m caressing her pussy. “Why are you wet?”

Her breathing kicks up and she attempts to turn away.

My hand tightens in her hair as I lean down, placing my mouth near her ear, and whisper, “My dick needs some love. Take it like a good little girl.” Jules turns to me, and our eyes click in place. With a tender kiss to my lips, she gives the okay.

She takes her time opening her mouth and I slip my cock in. Her hands fly to my hips as I begin to move the head slowly in and out, each time, going deeper. Jules’ eyes grow in shock, and she begins to gag. I pull out enough for her to swallow, catch air, then I push back in. The way she looks up at me takes all my willpower not to fuck her mouth. My hand caresses her hollowed cheeks, finger stroking the corners of her mouth while she takes me deeper. Her eyes water but her hands drift to my thighs, hugging them toward her.

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