Page 22 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

Women and their worries over minuscule things. It’s ridiculous. Newsflash: we don’t give a fuck about your morning breath.

While she is brushing her teeth, I set the table. I’m not used to being domestic like this. Everything has been handed to me my whole life. There were always maids, housekeepers, chefs, and drivers.

My mum would cook when I was younger. Those are the only good memories I have of her. She left us around the time Liam came to live with us. My Da was having an affair. Mom wanted out of their loveless, tainted marriage. Her final straw was taking on another child—it was too much for her. She still lives in Ireland with her new husband. I haven’t met him nor do I want to. I’ve maybe spoken to her a handful of times since she left. Birthdays have always been consistent. A card will get sent to the house—which now goes unopened.

“Want some coffee, love?” I shout over the water running in the bathroom.

She opens the door and pops her head out over the door frame, vigorously brushing her teeth. Her mouth is full of toothpaste foam, “Is that even a question, Kil?” she mumbles over the toothbrush. That eyebrow of hers is raised again.The sass. If she keeps it up, the toothbrush won’t be the only thing in her mouth. My cock twitches at the thought of it.

Her on her knees.

Her soft lips wrapped around my shaft.

I head over to the Keurig, pull out the drawer of K-Cups and pick which one I think has Madison written all over it.Pumpkin spice. I load it in, place a mug below and hit start. The bathroom tap shuts off, filling the room with the irritating noise of the machine brewing.

Two warm arms wrap around my torso as she lays her head on my back. “How’d you know I like pumpkin spice?” she asks innocently.

I turn around and shrug. “Wild guess.” I place a chaste kiss on her lips. “You and every girl in America have this strange obsession with pumpkin spice.” I gather her in my arms and pull her into me. “I mean fuck, is it true they have pumpkin spice scented Ugg boots?”

She actually looks perplexed, wondering if a pair out there exists. Normally, I have a great poker face but with her, it seems to falter. It doesn’t take long before my laughter comes pouring out.

“Are you calling me abasic bitch, Killian?” she giggles against me.

I plant a kiss on the top of her head. “You, my dear, are anythingbutbasic.”

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Madison placesour empty dishes in the sink and leans back against the island. In an exaggerated display, she rubs her stomach and stretches her arms over her head. Her sweatshirt lifts, revealing her tanned skin.

“Damn, that was delicious. I’m stuffed. Thank you for making breakfast.”

My eyes don’t stray from her exposed skin. Her own travel to where mine are glued.

“Funny, because I’m still hungry…” I slide my chair back noisily. I stride her way and grind my erection into her sweet spot.

She moans and pulls my lips into a kiss as I hoist her onto the counter. I push her back gently so she leans on her hands. Slowly, I untie her pajama bottoms and pull them over her arse and down her legs. They fall to the floor, leaving her bare to me.Fuck. This woman went commando. Her pussy is trimmed neatly above her slit.

I slide onto the bar stool and pull her to me, wrapping her legs around my shoulders. I run my nose up and down her folds, making her wiggle away.

“Killian!” she reprimands, attempting to scoot away from me.But that won’t do. My fingers grip her arse and I pull her back towards me. “I haven’t showered yet!” Red stains her cheeks with embarrassment.

“You have no reason to be self-conscious, sweetheart. Not around me.” I take a deep inhale. She must have cleaned up earlier. Her pussy smells like a flowery feminine wash.

To prove my point, I flatten my tongue against her opening and slide it up. My tongue circles around her clit a few times as the sexiest sound spills from her mouth. I continue my pursuit by dipping two fingers inside of her, lazily going in and out. Her walls clench around the invasion. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she begins to writhe against my face.

I start to fuck her with my fingers.

She pulls my head closer to her core and rolls her hips against my face. I take turns, alternating my tongue and fingers, before stroking her precious bead and sucking it into my mouth.

“Damn, that feels so good…” she trails off, moaning and thrashing on my face. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are squeezed shut. Her legs start to quiver around my head.She’s close.

Like a vice, she tightens around my fingers. Removing them, I dip my tongue into her channel and pinch her clit. Liquid sweetness explodes all over my tongue as she screams her climax to the ceiling. I lap at her, licking her clean as she shakes with aftershocks. Her fingers rub circles on my scalp while she comes back down to Earth.

I stand up, shove the stool back, and throw my black sweatpants down. She opens her eyes and stares at my cock greedily. I lift her arse up and slide into her. Her body is still trembling, post-climax. This isn’t going to be like last night.

It's going to be hard.

And fast.

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