Page 23 of Once Upon A Sale

“The coffee is yours, sweetheart, drink up.” I hold back my remarks about knowing how much she loves the black liquid because I’m not a fucking amateur.

“What if I wanted tea instead?”

That sass is going to earn her a red arse before long.

“Do you want tea?” I sit down opposite her, lifting my own mug and sipping at the hot liquid.

She sighs. “No.” The roll of her eyes makes me smirk. She’s fucking cute when she’s being bratty.

“Then drink the coffee before it gets cold.” Picking up a fork from the center of the table, I carve out a sliver of pancake and eat it, enjoying the fluffy goodness. One thing I can get behind with living in the USA is pancakes for breakfast. The whole time, our eyes are connected, challenging, while we each wait for the other to break first.

It won’t be me.

“I like cold coffee.” She raises her brows and folds her arms beneath her glorious tits, pushing them up so her cleavage is pronounced.

“Have it cold then, Kitten. Do you like cold pancakes too?” I think the Kitten pet name is the one that’s going to stick, it fits her personally to aT.

“No. I don’t like pancakes.”

She’s a fucking liar. I’ve seen her eat them for breakfast on more than one occasion. I know she’s got her secrets, most of which I’m already privy to, but outright lying like this is something I won’t tolerate.

Carefully placing my fork on my plate, I slowly scrape my chair back, away from the table. The echo of wood on wood ricochets through the cabin and Ophelia’s eyes widen. I stand and stalk toward her, eliminating the short distance between us, and she remains seated, her mouth a hard line, her jaw tense, and her eyes blazing, indignant, but I can see the flicker of excitement pass over her features.

Without giving her time to even think about what’s happening, I grip her throat, encouraging her to stand.

“If you’re going to be a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat.” Lifting her so she’s tiptoeing to reach my level, I slam my mouth against hers with a bruising passion, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth before pulling back. “On your knees.”

There’s a brief moment where she appears to think about her decision, but ultimately, she makes the right one and lowers herself to the floor.

“Open your mouth.” The glare she gives me at my command just reminds me how fucking hard I already am. My dick has been standing to attention since the moment she descended the stairs in my shirt, and her attitude has only made it harder.

Doing as requested, she opens her mouth. She’s trying to look pissed off about it, but I see right through her façade. She fucking loves it.

I push down my boxers, palming my dick and tugging on it before gripping her messy bed-hair at the back of her head andslamming into her mouth. Tears pool in the corners of her eyes as I hit the back of her throat, and the growl that escapes me is completely involuntary, but it seems to spur her on.

Lifting a hand, she grips my balls and rolls them through her palm while I fuck her face. The way her tongue moves against my shaft as she sucks and licks just tells me that she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

Rather than decorating her beautiful face, this time, I’m giving her no choice but to swallow.

My body tenses up and I piston in and out of her mouth. Then, without warning, I let loose. With one final thrust, I still, allowing my cum to slide down her throat. She gags a little, but takes it like the good girl I know she can be, swallowing it down and sucking me clean as I pull out.

This isn’t her only punishment for her bratty attitude though. This is just the beginning of a glorious morning I plan to have with my toy for the weekend.

Leaning down, I hook a finger beneath her chin and tilt her head up, wiping up a little of my cum that’s dribbling from the corner of her mouth with my thumb and pushing it back inside.

“That was your appetizer, Ophelia.” Leaving her on her knees for a moment, I take my time heading back toward my chair and sit down. Then I pat my thigh. “Come and sit down.”

She moves to sit in her original seat, but no.

“Nah-uh. On my lap.”

Sighing heavily, she obeys, and it’s only now I’m realizing that she has no underwear on. Her bare pussy is against my bare thigh and my dick doesn’t seem to get the message that this is not the time.

I need to make her eat real food first to keep her energy levels up.

“It’s Sunny, by the way.” She’s sitting across my lap, slightly turned toward the table, and all the eye contact from earlier has disappeared.

“Yeah, you said. I still won’t be using it.” For a start, it’s what that fucking prick, Logan, calls her. I don’t want her thinking of him while my dick’s inside her. Or ever, really.

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