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Vivian

I woke to the smell of coffee wafting into my room. That meant he was up and in the kitchen. I quickly made myself presentable and headed downstairs.

He stood at the stove in pajama pants slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

Damn, he was hot.

With a spatula in one hand, and a coffee mug in the other, his expression was unreadable as he flipped something in the skillet.

He didn’t look up when I entered. In fact, he didn’t acknowledge me at all.

Fine. I could play my part.

I crossed the kitchen, climbed onto the island, and spread my legs wide, resting back on my hands so my used pussy was on display for him. I didn’t say anything either, just waited.

His pause was subtle, a slight hitch in the movement of his arm, but I noticed it.

Still, he didn’t look at me.

His voice was low when he finally said, “You’re learning.” He slid the pan’s contents onto a plate. “Good girl.”

My toes curled at the praise.

God, I was broken.

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Jeff

I took one look at her pink, glistening pussy on display and decided that breakfast could wait.

Setting the plate on the counter by the stove, I shoved my pants down just enough to free my cock, lined up, and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust. She gasped and arched her back while I used her body like it was mine—because it was.

For two weeks and six days more, every hole of hers belonged to me, and I intended to get my money’s worth.

I didn’t pace myself.

I wanted her sloppy with my cum leaking out of her during breakfast.

Thrust after thrust, I pounded into her. My fingers gripped her hips as I fucked her hard. Her bouncing tits added to my visual stimulation.

I didn’t let her come, but I did with a long groan as I buried my face in her neck and seated myself deep inside her cunt.

After my breathing evened out, I stepped away and tucked myself back in my pants like she was just a toy I’d finished using and set aside.

“Don’t wipe,” I ordered as I went back to the stove. I wanted her sloppy and dripping during breakfast. “Sit down at the table.”

She slid off the island and winced as she sat, my cum already dripping onto the chair.

Perfect.

I put the plates in the microwave for thirty seconds and while I waited, refilled my coffee and served her a cup.

After setting her mug in front of her, I reached down to spread her pussy apart and admire my handiwork.

“Beautiful,” I murmured then with a spring in my step, retrieved the plates from the microwave.

She raised her coffee to her lips trying to hide her smile, but I saw it in her eyes. They were warm and playful. And too damn comfortable.

“What?” I asked, arching a brow.

“You’re being almost nice. Should I be worried?”

I leaned back in my chair. “Don’t confuse civility with softness. I just came. Give me a few minutes.”

She laughed softly and cut her omelet with her fork. “So… how old are you?”

I blinked at the change in topic. “Why?”

“Just curious. You know how old I am. Seems fair.”

“Thirty-six.”

She paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. “Damn. You wear it well.”

I cocked my head. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“It is. Just don’t start calling me ‘kiddo’ or anything. That’d ruin the whole vibe.”

I let out a quiet laugh. “Noted. As long as you don’t call me ‘daddy’.”

Her button nose wrinkled, and she replied, “Ew, never. You don’t have to worry about that.”

I knew there was a story there but didn’t push it.

For a moment, it was quiet. Just two people having breakfast. Except one of us was dripping cum.

“You’re leaking on my chair,” I noted.

She responded with a smirk. “Whose fault is that?”

“Mine,” I said, meeting her eyes. “That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

She swallowed, and I could tell something was on her mind by the way she wouldn’t look at me while she ate.

Finally, after a beat, she asked, “Do you ever bring anyone here… for real? Not as part of a contract?”

I didn’t answer right away.

Then I said, “No. Never,” and left it at that.