the pushing . ”
I press on his shoulder, urging him to sway back until h e’ s resting on the wall behind him. Our eyes lock, and he lazily drawls, “ I missed you, Sugar . ”
I drop to my knees, setting myself up to take him, “I’ ll bet you did . ”
His dick slides effortlessly into my scorching mouth. Every inch fills between my cheeks, reminding me of what I’ ve been without. H e’ s told me how much h e’ s missed me, but I think I’ ll show him rather than use words.
His light moaning echoes in between the walls of the tiled chamber and my ears. His hips move to aid the act, hands eagerly pulling me into him.
“ Good God, Suga r… I love fucking your mouth . ”
His dick is throbbing in my hands, dancing around my tongue. His legs tense, thighs tightening under my hands. The water rushing around us is n’ t easy to hear past, but his breathing comes through. His panting breaths come hard and fast, his body preparing its release.
I know i t’ s the wear the road has taken on his body, his fatigue, leaving his body in a state of languor, as I know my man can always last longer than this. But the warning signs are showing themselves, that h e’ s close.
“ Sugar, I- , ” his facial expressions give away his struggle, I know h e’ s trying to last.
I suck deep, letting him pop as I release him to speak, “ Let it go, baby. Give it to me . ”
I take his length back inside and he does just as I’ ve asked him to.
CHAPTER TEN
Mmm hmmm mhmmm. Wait. What the fuck? Am I humming ?
The bubbling from the nearby coffee maker is increasing in speed, letting off a tiny stream of steam from under the lid. I flip the power switch to leave the warming plate on and reach for two of the largest mugs in the cupboard. As I move to close the cabinet, the smallest of movements catches my eye.
A tiny little foot peeking out from behind the pantry corner snatches itself back into hiding. A h… I have a visitor.
“ These chocolate chip pancakes sure look delicious , ” I speak out loud to my secret admirer.
I flip two of the flapjacks onto a plate and place it onto the wooden table. Le t’ s se e… how can I make this irresistible for him? I think I have an idea. Taking the can of whipped cream from the fridge, I shake it hard, walking back to his plate.
“ Le t’ s se e… I think they need some eyes, and a nose, and a smil e ” I move the can to draw the specified shapes on the short stack of pancakes. A small amount of cream drips onto my finger as I finish my edible artwork. My pointer finger finds its way to my mouth, and I clean the richness from my skin with a swipe.
Holding my warm coffee mug close, I take my seat at the table, across from the bo y’ s breakfast. I see his toes sneak out once more from behind the wall. This time, his shoulder peeks out, and the n… a widened, yet hesitant, eye watches me. His eyes dart back and forth from me, to the hot breakfast set out for him. I see him lick his miniature lips hungrily.
I move my gaze to set on him, and smile. He promptly retreats back behind the protection of the wall. I laugh to myself and sip on my coffee.
“ Those pancakes look so good. I’ d hate for them to go to wast e… maybe I’ ll just have to eat them myself if no one else will . ” I lay more bait for him.
A quick pitter-pattering of steps hurries themselves across the room and Brendan hops up into the chair, preparing to devour his morning meal. He picks up his fork and dives into the melting ribbon of whipped cream.
“ Would it be alright if I cut that up for you ? ” I ask him.
He nods his head up and down vigorously, eager to dig into his food. I smile at his reply and move my seat closer to him. I take the butter knife from my own place setting and meticulously operate on the pancakes, creating smaller pieces.
The little boy becomes restless, moving about back and forth, impatiently planning his assault on the food. I hand the
I press on his shoulder, urging him to sway back until h e’ s resting on the wall behind him. Our eyes lock, and he lazily drawls, “ I missed you, Sugar . ”
I drop to my knees, setting myself up to take him, “I’ ll bet you did . ”
His dick slides effortlessly into my scorching mouth. Every inch fills between my cheeks, reminding me of what I’ ve been without. H e’ s told me how much h e’ s missed me, but I think I’ ll show him rather than use words.
His light moaning echoes in between the walls of the tiled chamber and my ears. His hips move to aid the act, hands eagerly pulling me into him.
“ Good God, Suga r… I love fucking your mouth . ”
His dick is throbbing in my hands, dancing around my tongue. His legs tense, thighs tightening under my hands. The water rushing around us is n’ t easy to hear past, but his breathing comes through. His panting breaths come hard and fast, his body preparing its release.
I know i t’ s the wear the road has taken on his body, his fatigue, leaving his body in a state of languor, as I know my man can always last longer than this. But the warning signs are showing themselves, that h e’ s close.
“ Sugar, I- , ” his facial expressions give away his struggle, I know h e’ s trying to last.
I suck deep, letting him pop as I release him to speak, “ Let it go, baby. Give it to me . ”
I take his length back inside and he does just as I’ ve asked him to.
CHAPTER TEN
Mmm hmmm mhmmm. Wait. What the fuck? Am I humming ?
The bubbling from the nearby coffee maker is increasing in speed, letting off a tiny stream of steam from under the lid. I flip the power switch to leave the warming plate on and reach for two of the largest mugs in the cupboard. As I move to close the cabinet, the smallest of movements catches my eye.
A tiny little foot peeking out from behind the pantry corner snatches itself back into hiding. A h… I have a visitor.
“ These chocolate chip pancakes sure look delicious , ” I speak out loud to my secret admirer.
I flip two of the flapjacks onto a plate and place it onto the wooden table. Le t’ s se e… how can I make this irresistible for him? I think I have an idea. Taking the can of whipped cream from the fridge, I shake it hard, walking back to his plate.
“ Le t’ s se e… I think they need some eyes, and a nose, and a smil e ” I move the can to draw the specified shapes on the short stack of pancakes. A small amount of cream drips onto my finger as I finish my edible artwork. My pointer finger finds its way to my mouth, and I clean the richness from my skin with a swipe.
Holding my warm coffee mug close, I take my seat at the table, across from the bo y’ s breakfast. I see his toes sneak out once more from behind the wall. This time, his shoulder peeks out, and the n… a widened, yet hesitant, eye watches me. His eyes dart back and forth from me, to the hot breakfast set out for him. I see him lick his miniature lips hungrily.
I move my gaze to set on him, and smile. He promptly retreats back behind the protection of the wall. I laugh to myself and sip on my coffee.
“ Those pancakes look so good. I’ d hate for them to go to wast e… maybe I’ ll just have to eat them myself if no one else will . ” I lay more bait for him.
A quick pitter-pattering of steps hurries themselves across the room and Brendan hops up into the chair, preparing to devour his morning meal. He picks up his fork and dives into the melting ribbon of whipped cream.
“ Would it be alright if I cut that up for you ? ” I ask him.
He nods his head up and down vigorously, eager to dig into his food. I smile at his reply and move my seat closer to him. I take the butter knife from my own place setting and meticulously operate on the pancakes, creating smaller pieces.
The little boy becomes restless, moving about back and forth, impatiently planning his assault on the food. I hand the
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