Page 15 of Knock Me Up

Still, I endure. My cock swells inside her mouth, my balls tightening and ready to explode. She thrusts her pussy at my face, so damn eager for me to give her more and more. We barely know one another, but something inside both of us knows that we have the world to offer each other.

I always thought love at first sight was some gross oversimplification of what actually happened. I instantly thought she was cute and a charming young woman when I first walked into her flower shop, but my dedication to trying to make my relationship with Ophelia work kept my mind from wandering too far.

God damn. This moment and all the others make me so happy that things went askew like they did. Her tongue wraps around me so tight and pulls me deeper down her throat as my tongue in turn rapidly laps at her clit. She cries out, struggling to stay on top of it all, but it soon becomes too much for her to bear.

She erupts in orgasm, making a mess out of my face as her juices gush out of her, and I happily slurp them up. Her moans of ecstasy are music to my ears, something that I want to hear again and again.

But she doesn’t stop her work. She worships me, sucks me. It’s all way too much for me to take and I explode all over her face too. Just like I did, she happily tries to gulp it all down, but I guess I had a little more in the tank because it’s more than she can handle. She looks up at me after our act, an utter mess on her face, but most importantly, there’s still a wild smile there.

“That’s a fantastic look for you, Piper. But I think you should get cleaned up while I make some breakfast.”

“You sure? I’ve heard something about the skincare benefits...”

“You’re welcome to keep wearing it. I appreciate the dedication, but it does seem uncomfortable.”

She giggles wildly. “It is. No offense.”

“Then get to it. There will be much more to apply later if you’re really having second thoughts about cleaning it off.”

She slides off the bed and heads to the bathroom, her legs looking like jelly as she goes.

I enjoy the fine ache of the moment, savoring everything that’s happening around me. This all seems too good to be true.

I’m expecting something to go wrong.

But until something does, I’m just going to keep enjoying the ride.

I slip on my boxers again and add a t-shirt before heading out to the kitchen and getting to work. I’m not doing anything fancy, just some sausage and eggs with a side of buttered toast. Something hearty because we went through a whole lot of physical exertion last night.

And I don’t think we’re going to get through the rest of the day without another round.

She comes out of the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, brushing it as she walks. “Smells good.”

“I figured you were as famished as I was and I cooked accordingly.”

“You figured right.”

I slide her a plate full of food, and soon join her with my own. We both scarf it down, and when we’ve slowed down at last, we start to talk.

“So... this is your place? You live here all the time?” she asks.

I laugh. “You think I have a mansion somewhere?”

“I don’t know. Don’t filthy rich guys like you have a penthouse, a summer home, a winter home, a vacation home, a little place in southern Italy, and some place in Fiji that you only go to on the third week of October?”

I wave my hand. “I’m not that pretentious, I assure you. This is my only residence. It’s all I need, really.”

“Close to downtown and all the nightlife. I get it.”

“Ophelia wanted me to buy a huge house for her. I don’t know why. She recoiled at the thought of children.”

Piper shrugs. “Gotta have more than the other guy or you’re not being rich right, I guess.”

“I’m just wondering what she would do with all that space if she wasn’t going to use it to house a family.”

“Lots of entertaining rooms. Copious amount of space for guests?”

“Please. She’s the type of crass that would tell visiting family to go stay at the Hilton because she doesn’t want to risk them ruining her beauty sleep.”

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