Page 92 of Taste of Addiction

He rolls to his side and eyes me suspiciously. “You want to chat?”

“Are you going into the office today?” I ask. “I think the weather is going to be cooler. I am wondering if I should work at making a grocery list. Thoughts?” I feel his eyes bore into me, as I grab my phone to pull up my weather app. It takes everything in me not to burst into a fit of giggles. I stretch my legs out, and my knee bumps his cock and makes him jerk from the unintentional attention. Easy boy.

“Angie?”

I glance up from my phone. “I think I’ll wear jeans and my knee-high boots. What are you going to wear today? Oh and do you actually go into stores to try things on or do you just get a bunch of stuff sent here and then yay or nay it?”

“Angela—”

“Did you know that honeybees have acrobatic—in the air—sex? Like there is one queen in a colony of two hundred male drones, whose sole life purpose is to get it on with the main girl and all the female worker bees. Isn’t that crazy?”

“Nuts.”

“And the best part is that the drone’s reproductive parts get torn off.”

“What?”

“Basically his testicles explode.” I bite my tongue as Graham cringes and rolls to his back. But when he groans up at the ceiling, I cannot contain myself anymore and burst out laughing, throwing myself on top of him like a floppy bunny.

“You doing this to me on purpose?”

I force myself to sit back up and plaster on my serious face again. “Just giving you some fun facts, that’s all. Not my fault you take things so personal.”

“Talking about the weather and outfits and then exploding testicles. You are evil.”

I fake scoff. “Harsh.”

“And another fun fact is that if you don’t get over here,” he says, pointing to his side of the bed, “my testicles might mimic your graphic science documentary descriptions.”

I crawl over to his side and run my hands over his chest. He smiles and grabs my ass, squeezing the meaty flesh, as his lips kiss my neck. He trails a wet path down to my breasts and buries himself in the valley.

“Ahhh…” I moan-yell, arching my back up from the mattress as his mouth suckles and nibbles at my sensitive peaks. While he attacks one with his tongue, the other is squeezed and kneaded with his hand. “That feels incredi…ohhh!”

He treats each globe fairly with equal attention. I wrap my lower half around his waist and pull him in toward me with a thrust.

He kisses and licks my flesh. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I want you,” I breathe, enjoying his light kisses.

Graham pulls back suddenly, unlocking my ankles and shifting his weight off the bed. His hand moves to his mouth, wiping the moisture from the corners.

“What the hell?” I ask, moving up on my elbows. Suddenly shy of my naked form, I cover my chest with my arm. “Why did you stop?” Does he no longer want me?

Graham makes it a huge production to look at his watch that he has resting on his nightstand. “Wow, what do you know? It’s time for me to get up and get dressed.” He rolls out of bed and meanders into the closet. “What did you say the weather was again?” he calls over his shoulder.

I watch his bare ass retreat and sigh. This whole fun plan of mine backfired. I follow him inside and jump onto his back when he bends over to look for a tie.

“Ah, Angie!” he yells, stumbling to the floor but shielding me from the impact.

“Got you,” I laugh into his ear, rubbing my crotch onto his thigh, as I pin him to the floor with my lower half. “In my scissor hold.”

He laughs. “Sounds scary.”

I gather his wrists up into my hands and place them above his head. “There. Right where I want you. Now be good and stay.”

“Now that you have me, what do you plan to do to me?”

“Just admire the view from above.”

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