Текст книги "Blood & Loyalties"

Автор книги: Ryan Michele

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Chapter 4

SCRAPER DROVE US to a twenty-four hour diner just outside of town called Charlie’s. Kiera and I had been there many times because their greasy food hit the spot after a night of drinking. It was quaint and very old fashioned. Fifties memorabilia lined the walls, and there was an authentic fifties-style, black and white checkered tile floor throughout along with a jukebox that was just for looks since it had stopped working years ago.

Sidling into the booth, Jag sat across from me instead of sitting in the same seat, which rather surprised me because he didn’t let go of my hand the entire car ride. I couldn’t erase the stupid teenage smile on my lips, though.

I opened the menu, glancing at all the greasy perfection. At the party, I hadn’t eaten much because every time I tried, someone would talk to me. I had chewed quickly so I could respond to the conversation. Needless to say, I talked a lot and I was hungry.

“So, beautiful”—I looked up at his words, his mesmerizing eyes capturing me—“you really took down a man at the bar?” His deep voice laced with admiration sent shivers down my spine, giving me an instant zing pretty much through my entire body.

“Absolutely. It’d be wise to keep that in mind,” I said, trying to give my most kickass, don’t fuck with me attitude, which he picked up on and chuckled.

I looked over the top of the menu questioningly. “What?”

“Babe, that guy is a fucking douche. To give up this”—he pointed his finger up and down my body—“for anything, it just shows what a fuck up he is.”

My body flooded with giddiness as I bit my bottom lip to keep from saying anything stupid. Jag groaned, watching my teeth tug at my lip as the waitress arrived, snapping her gum. Great.

When I looked up at her, her eyes were solely focused on Jag, and I couldn’t blame her. She was probably five years younger than me and super cute. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail on top of her head and swished every time she breathed, let alone moved, and her white uniform was skintight, leaving little to the imagination. I bet her slutty body was great for tips.

Looking over at Jag, I saw his eyes were focused on me, and damn if the little girl inside me didn’t do a dance.

“What do you want, dolcezza?” His words washed over me like honey, and I itched for him to lick it off.

“Cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry shake,” I answered, my eyes not leaving his. A woman could definitely get lost in the depths of them.

“What about you, sweetheart?” The waitress snapped her gum again, and I had the sudden urge to make sure her mouth stayed shut. For a long ass time. I restrained myself, though, since she was just a kid. A horny kid, but I had no claim to the man sitting across from me, and judging from his intense stare, he didn’t want her, anyway.

“Same thing for me, but make the shake chocolate.”

“You got it.” She lingered for a moment, trying to get his attention, but he didn’t budge. His attention was on me, strong and intense, something I hadn’t felt before. A woman could definitely get spoiled.

The waitress finally took the menus hastily and left in a huff.

“So, you work for my uncle?” I felt the need to really get to know him, and what better way than to ask how he was connected to my family?

I wasn’t a moron. I knew things my father, uncle, and brothers did weren’t the best of things, but I had never known exactly what it was they did. I had no desire to find out in any real detail.

“Yeah, over on the West Coast,” he answered casually.

“How long have you been working for him?” I pressed.

“Since I got out of high school.”

That actually surprised me. Most coming out of high school didn’t even know this life existed unless they grew up in it. Meaning he must have had some sort of connection to it before entering. I might not know the ins and outs of the business, but I knew enough.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty.”

I raised my brow. “You’ve been working for him for, what, twelve years?”

“Something like that.”

That said a lot in this world. Loyalty was defined by time, and Jag had obviously showed that. I wanted to ask him what he did, but I wasn’t stupid. We had no legal businesses on that side, and the less I knew, the better. That meant I would just stick to getting to know him as a man, instead.

The waitress took that opportunity to drop off our drinks, but she didn’t stick around this time.

“Val says you’re not staying long.” I wanted the words to come out strong, but even I could hear the faint disappointment in them. Despite barely knowing each other, the sexual tension between us was palpable, something I needed to explore before he left.

“I’m here on business. He’s right, but my stay may have just gotten longer.” He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, and an electric sizzle flowed through my body as his eyes darkened, storm clouds raging behind them. His thumb brushed my hand, and with each back and forth motion, the fire I thought was out earlier roared back to life.

My breathing hitched and food became the furthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was him on top of me, crushing me beneath him. I would never let him know that, though. That gave him too much power, and I wasn’t ready to relinquish any of that. After Antonio, I might never be again.

The clatter of plates hitting the table had our eyes momentarily leaving each other. He squeezed and then released my hand, and I gazed at the food, my mouth watering. From the hot man making me burn or the food, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure at that moment. When my stomach growled, I knew I needed to feed that beast first.

As we ate, he asked me questions about my job, which I explained as best as I could. We fell into a comfortable conversation, and I even found myself laughing on more than one occasion. We even had a few movies and some music in common.

He paid the check to gum-snap girl at the register then came back to the table, extending his hand to me. After I gladly accepted, he pulled me against him, and I felt every hard edge of each muscle along the length of his body. He didn’t ask; his lips took and devoured my mouth with a heat that rippled through me to my toes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving myself fully to this man, meeting him movement by movement.

He pulled away, taking in every inch of me. “Take me home with you.”

I nodded, unable to speak as he grabbed my hand and led me out the door.

He looked pointedly at Scraper. “Catarina’s.”

Scraper held the door open for us, and I jumped when two men stood on either side of the door.

“No worries. They’re mine. Boys, follow close.”

They nodded as Jag placed his hand on the curve of my back, leading me to the car door.

I took a moment to look at the men. One was so huge I’d swear he was the Hulk. His arms were the biggest I’d ever seen, and I had no clue how the hell he was able to find a shirt to fit him. The other was much smaller yet definitely worked out. His blond hair shimmered, but his tight smile said he was anything other than happy. I named him Blondie.

“So you have guards, too?” Guards were only for those who had something to fear. I only had them because of my father. My brothers each had one that I knew of, and my mother had God knew how many. People under us, however, had no one. Therefore, the fact that he had two I could see piqued my interest, but that was a topic for another day. My pussy was on fire.

Once in the sleek black town car, I didn’t bother buckling my belt, and I raised the glass partition to block out Scraper. As soon as Jag sat, I hoisted my dress up to my knees and straddled him, my heat lining up with his crotch. Then I latched my lips to his and began grinding my hips on his already hard and straining cock. I loved the feel of him. His hands wrapped around my back, pulling me securely to him, though I was still able to move. The scent of lust in the car was going to make me explode.

He pinched my nipple through my dress hard, putting exactly the right amount of pressure in his touch. I screamed loudly, knowing Scraper was there, but he couldn’t hear much, and in that moment, I didn’t fucking care.

My hands moved all over Jag’s body, feeling every hard inch. There was no time spent exploring. My lust was too much.

“If you keep this up, I’m fucking you in this car,” he growled, pulling away for a breath.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” I smirked.

Never in my life had I been this reckless. With every other man I had been with, there had never been this combustible energy that consumed me. Never had a man made me feel this out of control. In that moment, all I cared about was his cock inside my pussy, filling me so completely I forgot my fucking name.

“You fucking asked for it.” His lips collided with mine so roughly our teeth clashed.

My hands made quick work of the buckle on his pants along with the zipper. He lifted his hips, and I slid them down just enough for his cock to spring free through the small opening.

I pulled away, looking at his throbbing dick. “Commando, huh? I thought guys only did that in porn.” I eyed him curiously.

“I fucking hate underwear.” His hand reached down to the scrap of fabric between my thighs that was soaking wet from my heat. He pulled hard, ripping it from my body. I gasped, more turned on just from that simple act. No man had ever done that before, never wanting me so badly he tore something away from my body just to get inside. “You shouldn’t wear them, either.” He smiled, lifting my hips as if I weighed nothing, and then plunged his cock so deep inside me I felt his balls bounce against my ass.

The pleasure to pain ratio was a bit unnerving, and I couldn’t tell at the moment which was winning. I tried closing my eyes and taking a calming breath, but the air didn’t want to come. I was panting as if I had run a 5K marathon. Fuck, he was big.

“You feel so fucking good, dolcezza.”

All I could feel was him, every inch of him inside me. All I knew in that moment was him. Our lips melded together and I rode him up and down like the fucking stallion he seemed to be. He didn’t let me have control long as his upward thrusts hit that much needed spot inside me, the one that some men couldn’t hit because of their lack of length. Not him. He had no problem at all.

The swirling inferno inside me built and built with each solid thrust of his hips. The sensations from his long, thick, and demanding cock were amazing with each swivel of his hips. He knew exactly where he was hitting inside my body.

His finger circled my clit, each stroke sending me closer to the edge. Everything around me was too much, too overwhelming. I felt as if I would explode right out of my body.

“Let me have it. Give it to me.”

I was set off, not from his words, but from the swirling fire inside of me. Explosions of colors danced behind my closed eyelids as I threw my head back and let him guide my hips, unable to move as I savored my release. Sounds I didn’t even know I could make escaped my lips in a mad rush as Jag continued to pump inside of me harder and harder. I was lost as I grabbed his shoulders to hold myself up while I felt my body droop, exhaustion attempting to claim me.

“We’re not done yet. Better wake up,” he said, giving a powerful thrust up.

My eyes sprang open, wide, and a sharp gasp left my body. I had no idea what the hell he had hit up there, but I wanted it again. Now.

As if reading my mind, he pelted me as I hoisted myself up on my knees to give him a bit more room. He didn’t relent, and I didn’t move much. The poundings felt like it went deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Again,” he barked.

My eyes flared. I didn’t think I could. I knew I couldn’t. I never had before. However, he moved hard, pinching my nipple to the point of pain, and I imploded, stars dancing behind my eyes as breathing became non-existent.

After a few more thrusts, Jag grew even larger inside me, stretching me farther. That’s when I felt it. His hot liquid flooded my walls, marking me from the inside. I should have been concerned, and when morning hit, I would be. At that moment, though, I simply fell into him, spent and unmoving, as his arms wrapped around my body. The way he held me was unbelievably, tender and comforting.

I must have closed my eyes and drifted off because the next thing I remembered was Jag’s mesmerizing voice saying, “Catarina.” Hands stroked through my hair. “Dolcezza, as much as I’d love to carry you in, my dick is still inside of you, baby.”

My head popped up, and I looked down at the man underneath me as my pulse started racing again.

“Shit.” The car was stopped, which meant we were home. My home.

I lifted my leg up and pulled Jag from my body. Surprisingly, the man was hard again, but he didn’t say anything when I removed my heat. I felt him trickling down my leg, the stickiness clinging to my thighs. Double shit, no condom.

I fixed my dress as he buttoned his pants, and then I hastily exited the car.

“I can have Scraper take you home,” I said while getting out, trying to avoid him getting out of the car.

There were a few things in my life that I hadn’t done. One was having a random guy inside my home; hence, the car sex. It wasn’t the first time. I didn’t have guys in the house, ever. I had always been very careful. Even with Antonio, we met at his house. Inviting him was a total lapse in judgment. Shit.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m not done with you.” He exited the car, coming so close to me his breath tickled my neck as he murmured into my ear while I stood in shock. “That was a taste, and I want the full meal,” he growled, and my pussy was brought to full attention, wanting more of him, as well.

Inside me, a war raged. Should I? Shouldn’t I? He was obviously safe enough, or my family would have never allowed me to leave with him. They might not have stood in my way, but if he was any kind of a threat to me, they would have taken him out. I had no qualms about that. Besides, I really wanted him inside me again. Even if he left tomorrow, it would be worth it. This was so out of the norm for me a part of me was nervous as shit…but the sex was hot.

“Come on,” Jag said as Scraper led us to the front door.

My head whipped around when a black car pulled up to the gates.

“Who the hell is that?” Scraper pulled out his gun and aimed it at the car, ready to fire.

“It’s my guards. They’ll stay parked out here tonight.” He nodded in their direction and then turned back to the door.

Scraper lowered his gun and shook his head, saying nothing.

“Is Kiera here?” I asked Scraper.

“Dune texted about an hour ago, saying she’s asleep. He’s over in his house.” Scraper unlocked the door and ushered us in before leaving us alone.

“Where is he going?” Jag asked.

“He has a house off of this one, but he knows what’s going on inside at all times.” I laughed at Jag’s sour expression, no doubt thinking about all the things that could go on behind closed doors.

Jag picked me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his strong body, all doubt leaving me. “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, and I quirked my eye in question. “You have my come dripping out of your body; I need to clean you up.”

My eyes grew wide as panic crept in, and the fear I thought wouldn’t come until morning hit full force.

“Shit. Have you been tested?” I blurted.

“Absolutely, and I always glove up.”

I laughed. “Yeah, right.” There was nothing worse than a man telling you that shit to make you feel special.

His strong hand gripped my neck, and my eyes fell to his. They were fierce. His eyes were not lying. I could feel it in my bones.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I only fucked one woman in my life bare, and that was in the past. I get tested just to make sure. I’m clean.”

“Then why didn’t you glove up with me?” I challenged.

He smiled devilishly. “Because I wanted to mark that sweet, little cunt of yours, and by the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be so fucking sore you’ll remember me for days.”

My body flooded with wetness. I always loved dirty talk from men, but no man I had been with had said words to that degree. No man had made me ache from words alone. Not until Jag.

“I’m on the pill,” I choked out.

 

Chapter 5

BEING BALLS DEEP in Catarina was the tightest, warmest spot I had ever been in. I’d heard about her sporadically over the years yet never thought much about it. Why would I? She wasn’t in the business, and there was no reason to ever ask about her, but then her eyes had met mine that first time and damn. Just…damn. Swirling deep inside me was a longing that caught me off guard, making me need to investigate.

I couldn’t kid myself and say I was a great guy. I was ruthless, demanding, and would kill at the drop of a hat to protect what was mine.

I knew back in Cali something was missing in my life. I needed a good woman, a strong one to stand by my side. I needed someone who wouldn’t shy away from the tough part of this life. Someone who wouldn’t need–or want—to know the ins and outs of the job. Someone who wouldn’t have expectations of flowers and sunshine, but when I gave it, would take it with grace. I needed someone who would understand that I could never get out—would never want out. I had worked too hard, and the only way out was death. I would also never disappoint my father by fucking up. I respected him too much to allow myself. However, the skanks I stuck my dick in were nothing compared to this beautiful woman who had given me the utmost pleasure by feeling her come apart for me.

Catarina had all the qualities I was craving. I wanted more—would have more. One fucking encounter and I was hooked like a druggie needing his next fix.

“Bathroom,” I growled.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” Her eyes filled with undeniable lust, her lips parting as she sucked in a soft breath. She might have been tired, but she wanted more. Who was I to deny that? She could sleep later. Maybe.

“Hang on.” I took the steps in long strides; making it to the door she had directed me to.

Opening it wide, I found her bedroom smelled of vanilla, and damn it smelled good. Her bedroom shouted ‘a girl lives here,’ but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for a decorating lesson. The bed was big, and that was all I needed. Hell, I really didn’t even need that; the floor would work just fine.

“Bathroom.”

She pointed to a door on the right, and I strutted in, setting her down gently on the counter.

Everything was immaculate, nothing out of place.

I stripped quickly out of my clothes and heard her gasp. Meeting her eyes, I saw fire radiated from their depths.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yeah, love the chest hair.” She gulped, taking me in, her eyes sweeping from top to bottom.

Not gonna lie, I kept my shit tight. I could still hang with the boys with ease when it came to one-on-ones. I could also take a man out in five seconds with my hands if need be. Each one of my tattoos had some sort of meaning to me, and some were a bit cryptic, just like me. I kept my chest hair, choosing not to shave it off, but I did trim it up a bit.

“Now it’s your turn. Stand up, baby.” I wrapped my arm around her waist as she got to her feet, every curve of her body making my mouth water. She reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. “Stop.” Her hand paused, her eyes latching onto mine. I turned her around slowly so she was staring into the mirror, our eyes connecting. Then I glided my hand down the zipper, exposing her beautiful back. She had no bra on—lucky me.

An intricate butterfly tattoo caressed her skin, starting at her shoulder blades. As I pulled the zipper, the tattoo kept on going, all the way down to the soft bend before her ass. I took a moment to admire the art work that must have taken hours upon hours to create. Different shades of blues and greens covered the wings, and each stroke looked as if it was painted on her skin. The butterfly’s wings were spread across her back, the points almost going around her sides. Beautiful.

I glided the dress down her body, leaving it to pool in a puddle at her feet, and my cock rose to attention. Her body was perfection, nothing like the women in California who had nothing to hang on to when you were fucking them from behind. No, Catarina was all sexy hips and curves in all the right places. They were just enough for me to grip a hard handful.

I smoothed my fingertips over the wings of the butterfly, and her body shuddered at my touch, her skin rising with small bumps underneath my fingers.

“This is beautiful, dolcezza. What’s the meaning?” I watched her in the mirror, seeing in her eyes that this piece of art stood for something in her life, especially since it covered such a large part of her.

“Catarina means pure. To me, what could be more pure than a brand new butterfly coming out of a cocoon into the world? It’s not tainted with any problems, and a butterfly is always free, always ready to soar.”

Our eyes locked, lust and something else poured out of hers, gripping hold of me. I wanted to completely envelop this woman until I was the only thing she thought of, the only thing she needed. Why that turned me on so much, I would never know.

“Spread your legs and hold on to the counter.” I opened the cabinet door beneath the sink. “Kick off your heels and prop your foot on the door.”

She complied a bit hesitantly, opening herself up to me. Then she leaned forward, and her beautiful, full ass was up in the air at a perfect angle, the arch in her back pressing her tits up, giving me a great view in the mirror.

My mouth watered, wanting to taste every part of her. Never had a woman called to me in such a manner, but every inch of Catarina was enticing me to make her mine before some other motherfucker came along. If that ever happened, I would fucking kill him before he had a chance to look at her twice.

“Baby, you’re slick with me down your thighs. Do you feel me?” When I glided my hands up her arms, she shivered but didn’t move. Her skin was like satin, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Yes.” Her moan was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. I wanted to make her do it religiously.

She stared at me through the mirror in anticipation. Lust swarmed in her eyes, and I wanted to devour every ounce of it, suck it into my memory, and never let it go.

I didn’t give her time to think. Gentle was for another time, not right then. The lust and passion were too much. I positioned my cock at her entrance, the tip drenched in her wetness. In one swift move, I was balls deep, the pressure of her clamping around me so tight I ground my teeth, biting back a curse. I clutched her hips hard, knowing she would have bruises in the morning, but it only made my dick harder and fingers clench tighter at the thought I had left my mark on her.

After gaining some semblance of control, I pumped relentlessly into her, feeling her pussy grip and retract around me. I watched her eyes in the mirror as they glazed over. She was close.

I swiveled my hips and watched as her eyes shot open, her lips slightly parted as I must have hit her sweet spot. I reached around, needing to feel the weight of her breast in my hand. I squeezed hard and kneaded up to her nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, with one wicked thrust, I seated myself to the hilt, and she detonated uncontrollably. I watched her closely in the mirror, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. She held nothing back, shattering into a million pieces.

Her head flew back, arching her neck beautifully, letting any pleasured sounds escape her lips without restraint. She was totally uninhibited. Every movement of her body was pure and genuine. The clutch of the countertop with her hands, the curl of her foot around the cabinet door. Nothing was fake or timid, and that only made me want her that much more.

I gave her three more deep thrusts then released my seed into her body. Euphoria had nothing on the feeling inside of me. A sense of calm washed over me, something I was sure I hadn’t felt ever in my life. It was as if all the demons inside me were laid to rest and I felt, for the first time ever, true peace.

I laid my head between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath, closing my eyes and breathing her in, memorizing each movement of her body. Catarina was trying to take large gulps of breath that caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

I lifted my head to see a smiling woman reflected back at me. Her eyes were glazed in pleasure, cheeks flushed, and the glow around her was a beautiful sight. All I wanted to do was fuck her again. I couldn’t seem to restrain myself.

I moved my semi-erect cock in and out of her wet channel, and she flinched, shutting her eyes tight in pain. Shit. I stopped immediately.

“You sore, dolcezza?” The last thing on earth I wanted to do was hurt this woman, especially after what she just gave me.

“Yeah, a little.”

Fuck, I had been a bit rough with her.

“Let’s get you in the shower and then we can lie down.”

Once she nodded, I slowly pulled out the rest of the way and she sucked in a deep breath. My come fell into a puddle on the floor, and I grinned, feeling utterly satisfied with myself.

She set her foot down right in the puddle, looking up at me with an amused look. “Great. You’re cleaning this up, you know.” She winked, but was still trying to get balance over her jelly legs.

I smirked. “Thought I’d have you lick it up.”

“In your dreams.” Something flashed in her eyes, telling me that, if I ordered her to do it, she probably fucking would. Holy shit! That revelation opened up a whole realm of possibilities for the both of us.

She brushed past me—her walk a bit unsteady—to the shower where she turned it on full blast. As she stood there, testing the water with her hand outstretched, I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her firmly, cupping her tits in my hands and massaging them. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and soft mewls escaped her lips. I removed a hand from her soft flesh and tested the water, finding it comfortable. She was so lost in my touch the water didn’t register.

“Get in, babe.” Stepping into the hot spray, I reached for the soap, lathered it up, and proceeded to wash her body.

With each brush of my hands, her body relaxed more and more. I washed away the remnants of sex from her body then rinsed the suds away. Part of me wanted to fuck her again to put my smell back on her skin, but she looked exhausted and completely wrung out.

I reached for the shampoo and began to massage her scalp, moving my fingers rhythmically across her head. She began swaying, so I knew my fingers were hitting the right spots.

“Like that?”

“Very much. A woman could get used to this.”

I chuckled then rinsed her hair, applied conditioner, and gave her the same treatment all over again. Her steady breathing and faint mewls were all the thanks I needed. I realized how much I liked doing this for her. Only for her.

“Sit down here for a minute.” I moved the shampoo bottle to reveal a little seat, and she did as I asked. I didn’t need her falling from her shaky legs.

I washed quickly, now smelling like some kind of fruit from her shampoo, but I didn’t give a shit. I turned the water off then grabbed a towel from the rack. “Stand up, pretty girl.”

She tried to stand, but exhaustion was staking its claim on her body. I wrapped the towel around her as best I could then scooped her up in my arms. I sat her on the counter, swiftly drying her body and hair, and then wrapped the cloth around her body. Grabbing another towel, I rapidly dried myself.

I lifted her to my chest, and she nuzzled in, her eyes already closed. I couldn’t even begin to explain what a fucking turn on it was that she knew I would take care of her, that she trusted me to do so. I had to wonder if she gave her trust freely, but after replaying the night before I knew she didn’t. It was an honor to get it and I’d cherish it.

I carried her to the bed, pulling back all the teal blankets, leaving white sheets. Now I knew where she got the color for her dress tonight. Must be her favorite, I made a mental note.

I laid her on the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling her to my body, her face resting on my chest and my arms around her.

Her breaths were even as I pulled the covers over both of us. This absolutely fucking beat some random fuck and then sleeping alone in my hotel room.

I rubbed my hand absently over her shoulder, feeling her body quiver at my touch, then pulled her even closer to me. She snuggled in, resting her head on my chest.

It was definitely official. I was fucked, and I didn’t get fucked. Ever. Yet Catarina was doing just that. At every small little turn, she was sucking me in, pulling me to her, making me want to have something more in my life. I had to go back to California. She had her family and job here. How in the fuck would that work? I could fucking tie her up and take her with me, but I would have shit to answer for that. Sal and Vino would take me out if I even tried it. Two fucking days I had known her—two—and all I knew for certain was I would enjoy every fucking minute I had with her.

***

I startled as I woke up, looking around my surroundings as everything flooded back. I turned to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on lying next to me peacefully. Her dark hair cascaded across the sheets, and a small smile played on her kiss swollen lips. My arm was underneath her warm body, but she had moved her head to the pillow sometime during the night.

I didn’t do the morning after bullshit. I was always out before sleeping could happen. For her, however, I could do it over and over again just to see her like this. Like an angel sent to me.

The blankets drifted down her body, displaying one of her breasts, her pink nipple calling my name. She needed a fantastic wakeup call. Good thing I was up for the job.

I moved my arm carefully, not wanting to wake her just yet. Then I pulled the blankets down to expose the rest of her beautiful body: pert, full, voluptuous tits and curves that went on for miles. What was really calling me was a taste of her pussy. I needed it. I could smell her, and it was breakfast time, after all.