Kylie
Kisses trail down my back, and a hand traces up my leg. Groaning, I part my thighs, and I hear a laugh.
“Morning, Angel. I’ll leave you to get dressed. I’m going to make breakfast, anything you want in particular?”
“Pancakes and orgasms,” I murmur, burying my face into the pillow.
He laughs again, and then his lips brush my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll eat this sweet little dripping p***y with the syrup.”
I flip over and open my eyes instantly when he gets up, laughing as he leaves the room. The bastard, he knows how to sweet talk a girl into getting up. I hear him moving around downstairs, so I slip from the bed. I dress in one of his shirts, and wash and push my hair into a bun before heading downstairs.
Slipping into my seat, I grin as he hums along to the radio. His b
