I had just finished making waffles when I heard a creak. Catherine was coming down the stairs, slowly, her knuckles white from clenching the railing. When we locked gaze, she beca more sluggish, biting her bottom lip.
Stubborn.
"You should be in bed."
"You weren’t there..." She replied as if it were the obvious reason she crawled out of bed.
I felt my heart dance at the thought.
"I was making you breakfast," I said, dropping the plate on the table.
"It’s five in the morning."
"What better ti to feed you? When everyone’s asleep."
Her lips stretched in a smile, and it wasn’t innocent, the kind that was like she was gonna leap at and devour , and I mirrored her expression because that was what I had in mind, too.
My cock still pulsed from the sensation of being buried inside her all night.
"Co here..." I sucked the sweetness off my thumb as Catherine complied without hesitation.
She was good at concealing pain, or I wonder if it was my gaze that gave her the strength to withstand it. The thought of bending her over this table and giving her a good morning fuck weighed on my mind.
"Good morning..." she murmured.
I pressed my fingers beneath her chin and tilted so that I could kiss her so softly.
"Morning..."
She went on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around as she pressed her lips on mine again. The spark at the contact as our flesh was unreal. It had a way of bringing shivers to my body.
I welcod how she took her ti to taste , like she was trying to morize every inch of my mouth.
I cocooned her bottom lip, sucking against it, and right after, she followed suit, tongue rolling into mine with unhurried eagerness.
The fine hairs at the back of my neck stood as her fingers brushed that spot, playing with my strands like she couldn’t get enough of them.
My hand moved from her waist, driving lower as I sank into her cami to cup her tits.
Catherine flinched away. "Honey! N-Not here soone might see...!"
"Then you shouldn’t have kissed ..." I pulled her closer. "Or call honey."
She moaned when I squeezed, but she braced her hands on my chest to push off with all her might.
"It may be five in the morning, but Gramps is gonna be up any ti. He’s been cleaning that rifle of his, and that thing is spotless."
I made a thought expression. "I shouldn’t be here. I have to be out before he wakes."
Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothing just..." she trailed. "That’s sweet of you."
I tilted my head. "Sweet?"
"Imagine that. The devil is sweet and considerate." She pecked my lips before taking a piece of waffle.
I pulled out the chair and sat, hauling her to sit on my lap. Catherine hissed in pain.
"Sore?" I asked, grinning, and it grew wider when she pinned with that fierce look like she was gonna punch my face.
"And whose fault is that?"
"Believe , baby, I’d have preferred you were bedridden."
"How sweet..." This ti, there was sarcasm in her tone.
Before I could say sothing else, she shoved a piece of waffle into my mouth.
"Eat up, honey." She readjusted despite her own discomfort, sitting directly on my cock as if to put in the sa position where I had to fight my own arousal.
I gulped down the waffle, licking my lips as I watched her eat. I could have happily fed her, but the plate was already empty, and she washed it down with a glass of water, moaning in delight.
"These were good."
I clutched her chin and angled her towards my lips to kiss her, tasting her breakfast as I licked through her mouth.
It reminded of how they were wrapped around my cock, those gag sounds, my sen running down her chin and tits.
I wanted to recreate that image, again.
Catherine’s lips brushed my chin to my neck as she trailed kisses, her tongue licking my skin. She moaned, and I went still as a heaviness took over . Bliss. Pure fucking bliss at the sensations of her showering with kisses and licking.
I wish I hadn’t worn a shirt.
Catherine’s hand glided down my chest to my swollen bulge, already trying to break free. She studied for a second as if waiting for any reaction, but when there was none except my racing heartbeat, she proceeded to stroke .
Why does it feel so good?
Especially as we made eye contact, the heat in her eyes. She licked her lips, and that altered my brain, already picturing her going under the table.
"How was it?" she asked softly, hand moving away, and I wanted to bring it right back.
"How was what?"
"My lips around your cock?" She pressed her forehead into mine. "Was I good, honey?"
"So fucking good," I growled as my hand sank into her hair as I angled so that I could capture her lips.
"Ahem!"
Catherine jumped off to her feet. "G-Gramps!"
He walked down the stairs, keeping his eyes mostly on like I was a cockroach or sothing.
"I don’t recall allowing you to co into my house," he spoke in a stern voice.
"Gramps."
"I had to for her sake. It was cold in the barn."
I pushed to my feet, and Catherine quickly stood in front of for so reason.
"Y-You’re up early!" Catherine pitched. "You um should be resting."
Walter shrugged. "Always up early. Why? Is there a reason I shouldn’t?"
"N-No..."
An awkward silence followed, and I could tell Catherine was nervous... her cheeks are red. She must be flushed because he saw us kissing.
A knock distracted us, and we looked to find Athena right at the front door, holding a pile of boxes of what looked like gifts.
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