Chapter Ninety–Making It Up To Me.
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I sit up show, collect myself, and then pri out of bed so check if he’s all around or has gone. I checked the entire apartment, but he was nowhere in sight. He must have decided so go without saning prodere. Her out a sigh before going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coller. When it’s ready, pour myself a large mug and take a stat at the kitchen table spun it. I don’t feel like eating, so I’ll just have coffee for nom.
Lamike after taking a sip. 1 love the first sip of coffer in the morning. It is always si psoil. The unexpected sound of the front door opening standes mei
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1 pelas ar the sound of Wyan’s voice.
“Yes, in the kitchen ” 1 call back.
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I hear has approach. Since he must have left for breakfast. I’ll have in rat so avoid another lecture. He appears behind me, maching down and kissing my check before holding a
bunch of red noses in front of my face
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rom him and glance wver my shoulder at him.
- n. “Thank you. They are beauulul, Where did you find them so early in the morning?
ys: sweetiess, 1 picked us up some breakfast, MO
roses and then place
down with him at the table, feeling hunger creeping in
apologued to Diner, I is why I left early. I met him for coffee.
agreement. “Thank you
I won’t apologue to every gay I’m rude to because of how they look at you.” he states firmly.
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mea candens it in a friend or someone you know.”
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“Eat your breakfast.” He indst.
Yes, sir” I reply and take a bar.
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, but at least he did in
“That you but not Banking ne out when I duned up. I finally managed i get some sleep”
Yyan. I would never throw you out. li makes me happy.
the sable, he places her hand inser me and squeezes
life on hand on his lips, kising my knuckles. I know- Can be a pralaus jackan at times, but you know what you mean to me, right? You know everything I do is for you,
This murds are a linke shaky. He is nervous.
Making lip To Me
meant it. Yes, he has his moments, bin it doesn’t mean I doubt what I mean to him. Do 1 sometimes wish he could be a
always makes me feel prosected and beaceful.
calmer? Of course.
hat same time.
He smiles and focuses back on breakfast I do the same. I clear up when we are done. Wyatt comes up behind me, enveloping me in a hug while placing kisses on my shoulders,
I shut my eyes, solidy mouning as I lean back into him.
Can to print me in the shower?” he rasps in my est.
My breath bin has in my throat. “Yes.”
1 hoped you would say that I still have some making up so
“And how ruchy do you plan to do that while taking a shower?
He moves his lips on my neck and runs his hand over my ass. “I thought I could start with dropping in my knees, pulling your leg over my shoulder and burying my tongue deep
I let out a deep moan feeling a throbbing sensation between my thighs even just thinking abour in. His hand moves to the front of my body and slips into my shorts. When his
“Mmm, wat already, komen?” he whispers sechactively, dancing them over my folds.
My head fall back. “Yes, sir. I am always aroused by you.”
He withdraws his hand, “Just how I like ”
He bines ins my neck, prompting another moan to escape my mouth. He chuckles and moves away from me. I turn around to face him. He smirks pulling mains his chest and kisses mer roughly. I encircle his neck with my arms and reciprocase the kiss. Wyatt lifes me up by hooking his hands under my thighs, I wrap my arms and legs around him, our Lips not breaking
He carries me towards the bathroom. I grind against him. He growls loudly, hardening against me. It is my turn to smirk. I can get so him as much as he can get to me.
Upon maching the bathroom, he arts me on my feet and starts the shower
“Strip” he
The commands.
I comply with his request and take off my pyjamas. Wyam’s eyes scan my exposed body. his tongue sliding over his lips. He follows my head, removing his clothes too. He points arwards the shuiwer, and I rush in it. He comes over and forcefully presses my back against the wall. I gasp at the force. Our bodies are pressed close ingether as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Fuck. I didn’t realus how badly I was craving him und now.
am going to enjoy sating your delicious pussy now,” he growls, dropping in his knees before me.
psex with him
for his congue to be buried inside of me. If this is his way of making it up as me, maybe we should argue more often. I’m certain that the make–up sex will be absolutely mund–blowing
