9
What’s for Breakfast
“Why’dyou stay when your friend didn’t show?” Roman asked as we lay together in his tent, the morning sun filtered by the nylon fabric surrounding us
The screen was down, but it was warm enough that we lay naked, our flesh pressed together tightly. “You could have gone home.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as he took my hand and kissed it. “First off, I saw you guys. I cannot lie. But I also needed a break from work. I like my job, Roman. But working in my family’s restaurant, you know what that means?”
“What?” he asked, and both of us hummed as I felt a long, warm pressure start pressing against my ass. “Sorry.”
“What for?” I asked, lifting my knee. A moment later the head of his cock pressed against my pussy lips and with a small shift of my hips, he slipped inside me. “Mmmm, this is how to wake up in the morning,” I murmured.
“God, you’re still so tight,” he hissed, bottoming out on me. “You’re just amazing.”
I shifted some more, arching my lower back to give him full access, moaning as he filled me all the way. “Mmmm, that’s good…” I said as he slowly pumped me.
“Working in a family business means you don’t get time off. I’ve gotta be there when they need me.”
His left arm wrapped around me to cup my breast, massaging me and tugging at my nipple.
“God, that feels good.”
“You feel good,” he growled, catching my ear with his teeth. “You need more time off… for this.”
“Exactly,” I said in a halting voice as he sped up. “A girl needs a break, you know?”
“On your knees,” he said, and I obeyed. He got behind me, lining himself up and entering me again.
He pulled back, thrusting hard enough to slap against my ass. I gasped, pushing back into him.
“More please, Roman. God, you’re big.”
His left hand gripped my shoulder to hold me still as he stroked in and out. With every pump, his arm pulled me into him, and I collided against his muscular hips. “You want this big dick, don’t you Fiona?”
“Fuck yeah,” I admitted.
Roman let go of my shoulder to capture my elbows, pulling them behind me and together to arch my back further. My tits swayed from the motion, and he started thrusting harder, faster.
“You have no clue how good fucking you feels,” he growled, his hips speeding up. “Built like a goddess, but you fuck like a demon. Do you have any limits?”
“Not with you,” I hissed as my body trembled on the edge of climaxing. “No limits with you.”
“Good,” he said, speeding up.
The air in the tent grew fragrant with the perfume of our sex, and the sound of him sliding in and out of my wet pussy, as well as our hard breathing, filled my ears. When he pulled me back harder, I could feel his cock swell.
“Wait… please, Roman. I want to see you when you come,” I begged.
He released my arms and I flipped to my back. A moment later he was buried inside me again, our faces inches apart.
“So… fucking… beautiful.” He grunted, speeding up.
I was trembling, on the edge of another orgasm, and as our lips met in a deep kiss, he sent me tumbling over my edge again, moaning into his mouth as he spurted and spasmed.
The wave subsided, but I kept him in my arms. “That was a hell of a way to wake up.”
“It was,” he whispered back, stroking my hair. “I could wake up like this all the time.”