20 Breakfast Who?
Wynter woke up feeling a distinct ache beneath her lower regions. It was a good kind of ache though, the one that brought a satisfied smile to her lips. She knew she would be sore, with the way Keith took her last night, that was already expected.
He was insatiable, slaking both of their desires on each other. He took her hard, then made sweet lovemaking to her afterward, and then fvcked her brains out for the next hours.
Her hands stretched out to pat the space beside her, thinking that Keith is still there and only to find out that it's empty.
She opened her eyes and frowned.
Where is he?
She thought as she stretched on the bed. Her muscles ached and sore, and she can still feel his hands like it was imprinted in her very soul.
Wynter stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom so she could take a shower. She could still feel the aftermath of what they've done and it brought a delicious shiver down her spine.
She looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection whose staring right back at her is a picture of a woman who is contented and satisfied. The distinct glow in her eyes told her that. Red purplish marks lined the length of her neck, even the valley of her breasts.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
As she showered, she reminisces the scenes of last night and she couldn't help herself but crave more, more of Keith…
Her eyes caught sight of Keith's toiletries. His shampoo, aftershave, and his soap made her grin.
Feeling giddy, she reached out for his shampoo and used it for herself instead of the toiletries that were readied for her. She wants to envelope herself in his smell, she's getting addicted to it.
She showered and covered her still dripping body with a fresh towel then got out. Her eyes scanned the room to look for something to get dressed and spotted the paper bag on the bedside table. Wynter inspected its contents, there was a pair of jeans and blouses but she disregards it and went to Keith's walk-in closet instead and snooped through his things.
She wore Keith's button-up shirt that only reached the middle of her thighs. She then looked for a clean pair of boxers but the sizes were too big for her. Wynter didn't want to wear yesterday's, which, if her memories serve her right, the thing was already ruined. Ripped in half by her rough lover and currently scattered on Keith's office somewhere.
She remembered the paper bag and decided to wear whatever was there. At least Keith knows what to buy.
Wynter was about to wear it when an idea popped up in her head.
'What if I go commando?'
She couldn't help but grin at the idea of Keith finding out that she wore nothing under his shirt. She really felt giddy all of a sudden, feeling mischievous to the point of thinking about parading around the suite without clothes on. If only his men in black aren't spread out every nook and cranny, she might have just done that.
Wynter went out of the room and looked for Keith, feeling already exhausted at the thought of roaming around and lose herself in the middle of his labyrinth unit again. She passed by the kitchen and there she saw a young man, maybe 3 or four years younger than her. He was making coffee and a sandwich, and after seeing her, he smiled.
"Good morning, Miss. I'm Gio, Master Keith's personal chef. He told me to prepare something for you, breakfast?" He kindly greeted.
A personal chef…
Of course.
She inwardly scoffed.
She returned his smile but shook her head to decline his offer.
"No thank you, I'm not hungry…"
I'm hungry for something else though...
She bit her lip with that thought.
"Have you seen him? Keith?" Asked her.
"He's in his office, Miss. I was actually going to give this to him," He replied while putting dressing in the sandwich and placed it on a tray with the coffee mug.
Her senses instantly perked up on what she heard and started making her way to him. She took the tray from him and smiled.
"I'll do it," She uttered and went out of the kitchen to where Keith is at the moment.
After a minute or so, she found a familiar door. She paused to make her appearance more appealing and then without knocking, she entered.
She saw him hunching down at his table, signing some papers. He didn't even turn to look when she entered and was still concentrated on what he was doing.
"Fvcking knock, Gio." He barked, still not looking.
He rolled her eyes at his lack of attention and came closer to his table before setting the tray above the papers he was reading.
"What the fvck?!" He growled.
"Breakfast…" she purred.
Keith's head jerked in annoyance but it vanished when he saw her. Then his eyes zeroed on the clothing she wore and she could swear, his eyes darkened in after seeing it.
"You're already awake?" He grunted, staring absentmindedly at her.
"No, you're dreaming." She rolled her eyes and sat down on his desk. "Of course I am, what kind of stupid question is that?" she scoffed.
Keith's eyes narrowed at her snarky reply.
"Why are you here in my office? Have you eaten yet? I told Gio to assist you, and why are you wearing my shirt? I bought you something to wear. It's on the table beside the bed..." He rambled.
My eyes rolled heavenwards, when the fvck did he get talkative?
She scooted towards him until they are both closer to each other, her still sitting at the edge of his desk.
"I like your smell and I don't want to eat anything. I want to eat you…" She purred at him and bit her lip.
Keith's eyes flashed with desire as she peppered little open-mouthed kisses alongside his jaw, seducing him to surrender.
"I'm busy…" He mumbled but never making any move to stop her. Instead, he clutched her to him, making her sit on his lap.
"Uh-huh…" she mumbled, as Keith's lips kissed the length of her neck.
"These papers are long overdue." He whispered against her neck. "Fvck, you smell like me." He rasped.
"Shut up and just kiss me already!" She bites but her retort was drowned when he kissed her. Tangling his tongue with hers...
Keith's hands started to unbutton her shirt as they kissed with equal fervor, sucking her tongue in wild abandon. Her own arms circled his shoulders and her hands played with his hair. His lips went down from her mouth to her jaws, on the side of her neck, and down to the valley of her breasts.
He cupped one in his hands and the other trailed down from her legs onto the apex of her thighs. She couldn't help but moan as red hot desire filled her. Keith groaned as her fingers brushed her velvety nether lips, kissing her harder than before.
"Fvck, no underwear huh?" He groaned in her ears.
A giggle escaped her mouth, "You like it?" She whispered as she rocked herself in his hands.
"Tease." He mouthed before swooping down again to catch one jutting nipple in his mouth. He sucked and bite, kissing the pain away, and then giving the same attention to the other one.
Wynter shamelessly grounded her hips against his straining dick that is hidden away in his constricting pants. She moaned at the sensation that boggled her and she begged for more…
"Please…" Wynter moaned as his two fingers entered the heat of her femininity.
Keith watched her face as he fvck her with his fingers. He watched her beautiful face contorting in pleasure, his pace fastens, same as her labored breathing.
"K-Keith, fvck…" She moaned as his fingers went faster than before until she came hard in his hands. Her legs went limp and she watched as Keith licked his fingers clean. She thought it was erotic, seeing him like that, sucking his fingers dry.
"Mmm..." He silkily purred before he unbuttoned his jeans.
She helped him with that, zipping off his fly as he unbuckled his belt. His massive manhood sprang out of its confines and her mouth water at the sight.
Beautiful, and all mine…
Keith removed the remaining buttons of her shirt to cup her full breast in his hands.
"Ride me…" He ordered.
Without taking her eyes off his onyx ones, she maneuvered herself in his lap.
She gripped the base of her cock and positioned it on her pussy. She raised herself a little and then sat down again, enveloping his erect dick inside her tight sheets. They both groan at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching her walls is beyond amazing, she felt so full.
She began to rock herself against him, sliding in and out, slowly at first. Mind-numbing pleasure racked her brain and she couldn't think of anything else but him and how amazing he felt.
Keith gripped her waist as he moved her with him, taking control of the pace. She moaned and moaned as pleasure gripped her. She felt Keith's lips in her neck, his uneven breathing fanning against her sweat-dampened skin. He thrust up to meet her and he did it again and again. Thrusting inside her hard and deep, hitting her in the right places. His pace quickened as they reached for their release, fvcking her harder, faster, and deeper.
"O-Oh My… Ohhh!" She moaned as she felt his dick hitting a particular place inside her. He fvcked her that way, going faster and harder and if possible, deeper.
Wynter can already feel it. Her release will be hard and unending, just like the rest of it. Tingles ran from her toes to her head, she was already drowning in pleasure and the knot in her belly intensified.
Desperate for her release, she met him halfway, rocking herself on him with abandon, rotating her hips in a good way that made both of them moan.
"Keith. I'm cumming, please…" She pleaded and he granted her unspoken plea.
He fvcked her harder, faster, and faster. Her orgasm momentarily blinded her, making her scream in pleasure.
Not long after, Keith followed suit and he roared her name.
"Fvck…" he panted as he breathed in through her skin.
She smiled and touched his chest as they both catch their breath.
"We already did." She mumbled.
The breakfast was long forgotten...
