Page 106 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“You should have woken me up,” he said as he entered the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Because you seemed too tired,” I responded. I waited for him to get close.

He hugged me from behind and let out a tired groan. “I told you to let me handle the cooking. You know that I'm better at it.”

“Beginner's luck.” I frowned and continued, “The plan is to continue feeding you my food, and you'll fall in love with me.”

“I think you’ve already achieved the goal,” he noted. He kissed my cheek and turned me to kiss me on my lips properly.

“Morning breath,” I said and furrowed my brows.

“Don't act like yours tastes better,” he snickered.

“Oh yeah?” I raised a brow and kissed him again, forcing my tongue into his mouth for him to taste me properly.

He accepted my tongue and began sucking on it gently. I had a feeling that this was his plan all along. Not like I was complaining. After sucking my tongue, we circled our tongues as I got ready to take his in my mouth.

He placed his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked it tenderly. It was first natural taste of the morning. I could make out last night’s dinner, making me hungry.

“You will make us late for work,” he warned. He pulled away, sticking out his tongue.

I licked my lips seductively, and he grinned.

“So what's for breakfast?” he asked as he made his way to the dining table.

“Peanut butter-chocolate chip overnight oats with banana,” I answered. “I got the recipe on YouTube last night.”

“Interesting,” he said as I placed the bowl in front of him.

I wanted to return and get mine, but he grabbed my waist and made me sit on his lap.

“Feed me,” he demanded.

“Are you a baby or something?” I asked, but the idea of feeding him was something I'd always wanted to do.

I fed him as requested. He hummed every time the spoon made contact with his lips.

“Didn’t your mother feed you?” I teased.

“I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't,” he responded, “but you are my mother now.”

“Don't even think about it…”

He did it anyway. Turning me to the cowgirl position, he opened the bathrobe and exposed my breasts. His teeth clamped down hard on my nipple. The pain was sharp.

“Easy…” I warned.

He adjusted the intensity and started sucking softly.

“Lucas, we're going to be late,” I warned, but he wasn't listening.

My other breast started to protest, so I gently massaged it while waiting for him to give it some attention.

Is it just me or do my breasts feel a lot tender?

I ignored the thought and continued feeding him. He had been sucking on the right one and finally switched to the left, pulling hard on my hips as he continued feasting. I didn't stop him, enjoying the sensation. It was all fun and games until my pussy started getting wet.

“Thank you for the breakfast,” he said as he stopped sucking. “Let's get going.”

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