Page 43 of The Bartender's Baby

I was so hard, wanted my fingers there, my face, my cock, but I didn’t want to move one goddamn inch either. I couldn’t ruin this beautiful sight in front of me. I was bewitched.

If I wasn’t before, I certainly was now.

She was mostly naked, her underwear thrown on the floor, and her skin flushed, spreading from her throat down to her chest. But she still wore a tank top, so I didn’t get even a glimpse of her tits. A shame. Because they were the prettiest ones I’d ever seen. Full with big nipples, like a bull’s-eye she hadn’t let me suck on nearly long enough in the kitchen. We’d still been getting used to each other these last few days, and I didn’t want to make any plays for her physically. Didn’t want to rush her.

But now? Fuck that.

I absently stroked my dick over my athletic shorts, breathing hard, though not as hard as she was. She moaned a quiet “Yes,” although I wanted to be the one drawing out those sounds.

Heat crawled up my spine the longer I stood here. Witnessing how close she was to orgasming, I felt my own skin break out in goose bumps, and I reflexively leaned closer to her, waiting so fucking patiently.

I’d never been more patient as I watched my girl touch and touch and touch herself, untilfinally.

I exhaled harshly and took one step forward.

Floorboards creaked, and she whipped her head up from the pillow, her eyes huge, her mouth open in an embarrassed yet silent “oh.”

I glowered at her, my fingers twitching at my sides. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She squirmed, jerking her legs together, her knees meeting with an audible smack. “I… I was… You…”

I stalked closer to the bed, taking in every inch of her body, from the sparkly black nail polish on her toes to the birthmark on her upper thigh, to the star necklace she never took off, to her plump lower lip. “How dare you touch what’s mine.”

She shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. “You can’t?—”

“You need to get off, you tell me,” I snapped, shooting my hand out to grab her wrist. She gasped, her pupils blown wide as I brought her still-wet fingers to my mouth and tasted her for the first time.

Tangy like an IPA on a sweltering summer day. Sweet like my favorite memory. Like déjà vu. “Fuck, you taste good.” I even licked the webbing between her fingers, and when she was good and clean, I tugged on her hand, towing her upright, enjoying the sleepy yet stunned expression on her face. “You do this all the time?”

She nodded slowly, and I tsked. “Why?”

She shrugged, her voice still rough with sleep when she said, “Hormones are high when I wake up.”

“From now on, I’m going to take care of that first thing.” I wrapped my fingers around the hem of her tank top, silently directing her arms up with a jut of my chin. When she raised them, I pulled it up and off her. “I was going to make us breakfast, but apparently I get to eat first.”

“What are you?—”

I flopped on the bed, not caring that my T-shirt was still damp with sweat, and pulled her toward me. “Come on up here.” When she understood what I meant, her grin grew positively evil. “Yeah, you like that, huh?”

She carefully crawled up my chest, her gloriously naked body settling over me, her knees on either side of my head. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and inhaled deeply, her scent burrowing so deeply in my brain, it would be the last thing I thought of as I took my final breath. I skated my palms over the bottom of her round belly and stared up at her, watching her breasts sway with each of her breaths. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re only saying that because I could choke you out right now.”

I closed my eyes. “Lord, if it’s your will, so be it.”

She sniffed a laugh, and I opened my eyes, grinning for a moment, enjoying the lightness in her features, the looseness of her smile. And maybe I liked this morning version of her the best, before she put on her armor to face the day. Here, she was soft and relaxed, and I was grateful to have this part of her. Although, I was really fucking fond of the sharp-tongued evil queen side of her too.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I instructed, then gripped two handfuls of her ass, pushing her forward and down, onto my mouth. I wasted no time, spearing my tongue into her, lapping up every bit of my new favorite breakfast treat. She cried out, her hands slapping against the headboard, head thrown back, and it wouldn’t take long for her to explode with the way she rode my face.

I barely had to do anything, simply allow her to grind on me, suck at her clit, and enjoy the show. The bouncing of her tits, her keening pleas, and, best of all, the wet rush of her orgasm whenshe finally came, muttering my name and calling out to God over and over. That was cool. I liked thinking of myself as a god.

She swiped her hands over her forehead and hair, rolling her hips one last time against my mouth before bending to put her hands on the mattress, pushing herself up and off me. I licked my lips, making sure I didn’t miss one last?—

“Is something burning?” Tabby tilted her head, nose in the air.

“Oh fuck!” I carefully nudged her aside and sprinted out of the bedroom, down to the kitchen to shut off the stove. I flung open the back door and all the windows to get rid of the smoke, hoping the fire alarm wouldn’t go off. Lucy would literally shit all over the place.

“Everything okay?” Tabby called.

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