Page 153 of Scrimmage

“Maybe sometimes.” I swallow as he dips one inside of me. He’s slow, massaging my clit as my muscles relax.

“I should go. I didn’t realize what time it was,” Angel interrupts. I already forgot she was there. “I’m supposed to get lunch with Prince. Want me to leave your phone in the mailbox?”

I grab the phone and unmute. “Don’t worry about it. I’m proud of you, Angel. Have a drink at brunch. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” she says excitedly. “I think I fucking will. Thanks, Sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too, girl.”

The second the phone hangs up Koda is hovering over me, pressing his fingers deeper. “You encouraged her to break up with Whiskey Dick?”

“She needed me to,” I moan. “Wanna ground me,daddy?” It takes everything in me not to laugh.

“I take it back. Don’t ever say it again,” he chuckles, working in and out. “You can call me God.”

“A fictional character? No problem.”

“I’m very, very real." He circles my clit with force, making me squirm.

“I’ll fucking say.” I lay my head back onto the pillow, looking up at him.

He pulls out and slaps my pussy, making me whine. A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, gimme.” I reach for his waistband.

He slaps my pussy again. “For food, Ash.”

“Fine. Waffles,” I moan.

“Okay.” He swipes his hair out of his eyes, and his fingers return. “Come in my hand, and I’ll make you waffles.”

Who am I to argue? He speeds up his movements and uses his free hand to squeeze my throat. Fuck, I missed this. I can feel my heart beat in my clit. He lets me breathe, kissing me when I come and stealing my moans from me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises.

“Mm, say that again.”

“Good fucking girl, Ashland.”

“Now say it inside of me,” I whisper.

“No, you’re hungover.”

“Ugh, fine.” I roll over onto my stomach and shove my face into the pillows. “But I’m going back to sleep until you throw waffles at me.”

He slaps my ass so hard that I squeal. “That’s fine.”

I doze off and wake up to the smell of syrup and buttery goodness. “Wake up, baby girl.”

My eyes pop open, and Koda has plates full of waffles and butter on a cookie sheet. “Breakfast inbed? Aren’t you worried about, like, crumbs and syrup?”

He sets the tray onto the duvet and climbs in. “Figured I should probably get used to it since you’ll be here more often, and I don’t see a world where you get up and eat at a table like a civilized human being.”

That’s a serious change for Koda. I might not know everything about him, but I know enough to know that eating in bed is definitely against the rules.

“You keep saying this shit like I’m going to be here all of the time.”

“If I keep feeding you in bed will it make you come back?” He pours syrup across the plates.

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