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ALEXIS

“ R ise and shine, Lex,” my fiancée, Amara Peterson, said in a sing-song voice before planting a chaste kiss on my forehead. The mattress shifted as she climbed out of bed, pulling the sheet and comforter off of me. The sudden whoosh of cool air made me shiver, since I only slept in a tank top and panties.

With an irritated grumble, I reached down and pulled the plush down comforter over my head, surrounding myself in warmth, and shielding myself from the sunlight as she pulled open the curtains on the window.

“Five more minutes,” I whined, but Amara pulled the comforter off of me again.

“Not today, my love; we have the board meeting at nine,” Amara said, with a little extra pep in her voice.

Today was a big day for Hope Center, the small hospital we work for in Downtown Los Angeles. We are welcoming five new investors that are joining our board of directors. Amara is the CFO of Hope Center, and I am the head nurse; our presence at this meeting was of utmost importance.

Rolling to my side to face Amara, my eyes scanned her from head to toe. She paused at the window, her emerald green eyes scanning her herb garden; a soft sigh escaped her lips as she hugged herself. The short, pastel pink satin robe she wore every morning shifted as her arms moved, the fabric lifting just enough to gift me with the view of the bottom of her perfect ass. Her long, black hair was wet, and fell in thick strands down to her lower back. The sudden urge to wrap that hair around my fist and pull her lips to mine had me soaking with arousal.

Of course, she’s already showered; my early riser.

As if she could sense my mood, she turned to face me slowly, her arms falling to her side. The stiff peaks of her nipples on display through the flimsy fabric had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her. Her eyes found our alarm clock on the nightstand, then shifted to mine; deep green gems stared into my soul, so full of love.

My eyes found the same alarm clock, silently begging the universe in my mind that I had enough time to claim what’s mine before work.

7:15. Plenty of time...

Looking into the depths of my fiancée’s eyes, her gaze shifted to dark, playful, mischievous.

Perfect. I’d love breakfast in bed.

“Amara…” I groaned, my voice raspy with need as I kicked the comforter off of me. Curling my pointer finger, I motioned for her to come closer.

She smiled an innocent smile, silently approaching the edge of the bed with her hands folded in front of her body and her eyes lowered towards the floor.

Because she’s my good fucking girl, and she knows good girls get to cum.

Amara stopped moving when her knees touched the bed, and I sat up, shifting myself to sit on the edge, with one leg on either side of her. My hands found the warm skin of her thighs, slowly caressing around to the back, trailing up towards the perfect globes of her ass.

Taking a handful of each, I squeezed, earning a small moan from Amara.

“You like it when I revel in what’s mine, don’t you, baby girl?” I purred, squeezing again.

She nodded and gasped as my finger traced up the seam of her ass.

“Use your words, Amara,” I commanded, halting my movements. Her body tensed, trembling.

“Y-yes, ma’am. Yes I do,” she whimpered.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me, Amara,” I groaned, landing a smack to her right ass cheek.

The way her body responded to me, to my words, my touch… I could cum myself just watching her unravel before me.

“Untie your robe for me, baby,” I said, leaving my hands positioned on the backs of her thighs. “Show me what’s mine.”

With a small, needy moan, she obeyed, slowly untying the bow on the belt of her satin robe. The fabric fell open to reveal her soft, pale skin. Her breasts, now bare to me, were too irresistible for me to keep my hands stationary. Sliding them up her toned abdomen, I cupped them both, squeezing gently before sliding my thumbs to flick and graze her nipples.

“Take it off all the way, Amara.”

Lowering her shoulders, the pink satin fabric fell into a pool at her feet. As if time was moving in slow motion, my eyes followed that damn pink robe all the way to the floor. Every ounce of restraint I had, every sliver of control, was gone the moment that satin material hit the floor.

Pulling her to straddle my lap by the backs of her thighs, she let out a surprised gasp and my lips fervently explored the skin of her sternum. Kissing and licking my way to one of her perfect breasts, I didn’t stop until I sucked the rosy bud into my mouth. The tip of my tongue flicked and teased her nipple, drawing out her shaky moans.

Amara wrapped her arms around my neck, tossing her head back in pleasure as her soft, needy moans fueled my carnal need to claim her. Her hips started grinding and rocking on my lap, desperate for friction, and I was fully prepared to make sure she got everything she needed.

I could feel how wet her tight, perfect pussy was as she tried grinding down on me. My hands found the flesh on her hips, squeezing and halting her movements.

“Mmm, does my good girl need to cum?” I whispered, after releasing her nipple from my mouth with a slight pop.

“God, yes…” she moaned, resisting against my hold to keep her hips moving. “Please, Lex… Please… I need it so bad.”

“I know you do, baby girl. So needy, so…desperate.” At my pause, I reached my hand down to tease her clit with my thumb. “Already so wet for me, Amara.”

Pulling my hand away from her clit, she buried her face in the crook of my neck, whimpering. I released her hips and shifted my weight out from underneath her to lie in the center of the bed. Eager, hungry emeralds gazed at me, waiting.

“Crawl to me, baby girl.”

The sight of Amara on her hands and knees crawling towards me on our king-size bed had me soaking my panties. Her damp, but drying hair fell over one shoulder, lightly skimming her breasts as she moved; the rise and fall of her hips as her knees moved was mesmerizing.

As soon as she was close enough, I pulled her lips to mine in a crushing kiss, pouring out my heart and soul to her.

Pulling away, I cupped her cheek gently, guiding her eyes to mine.

“Does my baby girl need to cum still?” I asked, her eyes closing as if my words were caressing her.

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, goosebumps dancing across her skin.

“Sit up nice and tall for me on your knees, baby.”

She obeyed, and I repositioned her right leg in between both of mine so she was straddling my thigh.

“Ride my leg, Amara. Let me see you work that pretty little pussy for me.”

Without hesitation, she began grinding on my leg, yanking and grabbing at the hem of my tank top.

I sat up just enough to rip the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Shifting to prop myself up on my elbows, I watched Amara chasing her orgasm.

Her hooded, lust-filled eyes met mine and her gaze dipped to my pierced nipples. She groaned, rocking her pussy faster on my thigh.

“That’s it, baby; I can feel how wet that pussy is for me,” I groaned as she whimpered my name.

“Lex… I’m so… so close…”

Her hands cupped her breasts as she tossed her head back, nearing her peak.

“Do you want to cum, baby girl?” I asked, as her needy eyes found mine again.

“Yes… So bad. So fucking bad…”

“Mmm, I can tell Amara; you know the rules.”

“P-please, ma’am. Please… Please, may I cum?” Amara groaned, her thighs beginning to treble and tighten around mine.

“Such a good fucking girl asking me for permission to cum,” I cooed, shifting myself to hold my weight up on one elbow. My now free hand sliding up her thigh. “Cum for me, Amara. I need it now,” I commanded.

Crying out, Amara’s climax completely consumed her body. Her thighs shook, clamping down on mine as she gasped, and cried out my name so loud, I almost climaxed myself.

“Good girl, Amara,” I said, gripping her thigh. “But, now it’s time for my breakfast…” Amara gasped as I shifted my weight, making her fall to her back, landing in between her legs. “...and I’m fucking starving.”

Pressing her legs open, I licked my way up her inner thigh, where her cum glistened on her skin.

“Fucking delicious,” I groaned before continuing to lick up to her wet pussy.

Amara shivered and tensed as my tongue grazed over her clit. She was so sensitive from her orgasm, and I had plans to make sure she would cum for me again.

Pulling away, I repositioned to lick my way up the seam of her delicious pussy, towards her clit. Curling my tongue, I dragged it through her cum, savoring in her taste.

“L-Lex… I can’t…”

“You can, and you will,” I said, before sucking on her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

Peeking up at her over her body, I saw her fist the bedsheets and grind her hips onto my tongue. She tried pulling away from me, but I pinned her thighs down into the mattress. Humming onto her pussy, I could feel her tremble as her climax was cresting. With a satisfied chuckle, I pressed two fingers inside her tight pussy, and that’s all it took for her to completely shatter for me.

“Lex…!”

“Cum for me, Amara. Give me what I want.”

Amara’s orgasm was so intense; her walls strangled my fingers as I pumped them down to my knuckles inside her, drenching my hand in her cum. Easing off of her clit, I pressed my fingers as deep inside her pussy as I could, curling them slightly so she could feel me hit her g-spot as she climaxed.

The way her body responded to me was sheer perfection.

Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her warmth and crawled up to kiss her. Straddling her waist, I sat up after breaking our kiss and sucked on my fingers that were still soaked with her cum.

“Delicious,” I groaned, releasing them from my mouth with a pop. “Let’s get cleaned up and ready for work, baby.”