Cake Love: All Things Payne

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snorting and puts her hand on my knee. The warmth travels up my leg and starts to wake Captain Cock.
    "Henrik for a man who doesn't drink you seem to have done it enough times around me."
    "Yeah, well...you seem to bring out the worst in me."
    I regret the words as soon as they exit my mouth. The look of anger and, even worse, disappointment on her face sober me up a bit.
    "I didn't mean that. I...I..." She cuts me off with a wave of her hand.
    "Spare me Henrik. I may bring out the worst in you, but at least I don't use you and toss you aside any chance I get. I try my best to treat people with respect, something you don't seem to be familiar with."
    She adjusts her body to look out the window and watch the lights of the city race by.
    The remainder of the car ride is silent. I run my hands through my hair a lot, and I think I might have chipped a tooth from clenching my jaw so much. Once we get to the hotel she walks off. I take the elevator alone to my room and am surprised when I see her outside my door waiting.
    "Changed your mind about me have you? So you want to get on your hands and knees and earn my respect?" Again, I want to take back the sentence just as it escapes my lips. For some reason that sounded much better in my head.
    Morgana rolls her eyes and groans.
    "Just open the fucking door. Despite my better judgment I want to make sure you don't throw up in your sleep and kill yourself. But keep pushing it Henrik and I will be more than happy to sleep in my own bed leaving you only with luck to keep you alive."
    I fumble with the plastic key and push open the door. She barges past me and heads straight for the mini bar. I walk into the bedroom which looks as if Jane Austen threw up cream wainscoting and then shit little flower patterned pillows all over the room. Peeling off my clothes I leave a trail on the thick blue and gold wool carpeting until I am just in my black boxer briefs. Suddenly there is a sharp coldness hitting my back causing me to jump.
    "Here drink these." Morgana pushes a water bottle and a coconut water into my hands.
    "Ugh, coconut water. Are you trying to make me hurl?"
    Her eyes are trailing my body which is causing my cock to come to life. I love it when she looks at me like that, as if I'm her cake.
    "Just drink it. Trust me it will keep the hangover away."
    I take the bottles and start to guzzle the water but keep my eyes on her. Morgana walks over to an overstuffed large floral patterned chair in the corner and sits. Tossing the now empty plastic water bottle away with a burp I peel off the tab to the coconut water and place it on the side table.
    Staring at Morgana I want to tell her how I feel. My body needs to curl up next to her on that chair which looks like it belongs in my dead Grandmother’s basement and not a five star hotel. Perhaps it’s the scotch talking, but I want to hear her heartbeat in my ear and just sniff her like a dog in heat. Yeah, it’s the alcohol talking.
    Heading over to her I kneel directly in front of Morgana. Pushing open her legs I scoot closer and brush my hands along her thighs.
    "I don't beg Morgana. But I will apologize for my crass words tonight."
    I lean into the inner part of her mid-thigh and give a little kiss. She inhales deeply and I return the favor to her other leg.
    "Apology accepted. You’re drunk, so I understand the verbal diarrhea. But it doesn't mean anything is happening tonight. You have been drinking and I don't want to take advantage of you."
    My lips curl into her silky skin as my teeth give a little bite. She jolts and then shudders as a tiny squeak escapes her lips.
    "But I like it when you take advantage of me. To make up for not answering your question yesterday how about this, for every question you ask me and I answer, I am allowed to spend thirty seconds fucking you with my tongue."
    Her tongue darts across her robust lip as a moan escapes her mouth. The woman can easily be swayed. Put a slice of cake in front of her or my

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