Ashley lay quietly facing Lorenzo, her heart still pounding fast, her core slightly sore from their four wild rounds—three in the bathtub and one on the bed. Earlier in the bathroom, he'd talked about wanting to own her completely, but somehow, she wasn't as scared anymore.
"Want me to make you another breakfast?" Lorenzo asked, gently brushing her hair away from her face.
"Then eat me again after, right?" she teased, eyeing him suspiciously.
He stole a kiss from her wet lips. He'd admitted long ago he couldn't get enough of how good she tasted.
Ashley smiled.
"I promise I won't do that," he said.
"What if I want to be eaten?" She asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Their eyes locked, and Lorenzo pulled her closer. His hands soon started exploring again.
"Then I have no choice," he said, pausing on her shoulder. Ashley squirmed, his strong presence making her wet again.
"So tell me, baby," Lorenzo whispered. "Do you want Daddy to make you breakfast or make you come?"
