Page 50 of Platinum Pressure

“I want you for breakfast.”

He rubbed my clit in teasingly slow circles.

“I don’t want to hold my weight up, so I don’t suffocate you.”

“Bae, I’d be the happiest man in the world to die from suffocating in your juicy-ass pussy.”

“Porter, please.”

“I’m serious, but I also bench more than you weigh on a regular. You ain’t gon’ suffocate me. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Sealed with a kiss.”

His freaky ass sucked on my pinky finger, which caused my pussy to throb with excitement. We maneuvered around the bed until we were both comfortable. My hands were against the headboard as I slowly lowered my pussy onto his awaiting tongue.

Porter was an eater. He loved to munch on my pussy every chance he got. I didn’t even think he did it for my enjoyment. I honestly felt like he did it for the love of the game. Most times, I was on my back with my legs on his shoulders. Sometimes we’d sixty-nine from the side. Rarely did I ever sit on his face like this, but from the way he moaned with pleasure, I felt like this would be our go to from now on. He had his hands on either side of my thigh as he let me ride his nose while his tongue explored my warmth.

“I’m about to . . .”

“Mmm.”

The vibrations of his moan sent my pussy into overdrive. I released my juices all over his face before he lifted me up and placed me on his throbbing dick. I could feel the veins massage my walls.

“Shit!” I gasped.

“I needed you.”

“I know, baby. It’ll always be ready for you.”

Palms on his chest, I rode his dick until he filled me with his nut.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked as he waited for me to get my bearings.

“Can we cook together? I want to eat a good breakfast, share a cup of hot coffee, and go build a snowman or something. Is that childish?”

He smiled as we both stood up from the bed and stretched. “It’s not childish at all. I enjoy the sight of your happiness. If food, coffee, and building a snowman will put a smile on your face, then count me in.”

“You keep this up, I might never leave.”

“We can stay here forever.”

“No, we can’t. You’ve got a Super Bowl to win, remember?”

“You’re right. We’ll come back again soon, though. I love having you all to myself with no interruptions.”

“Yeah. This has been some of the best sleep of my life. I am having too much fun.”

I pecked his lips before heading into the bathroom to wash away the remnants of our lovemaking.

Porter was special. He had the type of dick that made a woman lose her mind. He knew how to hit every sensitive spot in my body. He knew how to stroke into me with precision. Every position was enjoyable. I’d never had a man make my body do the things they do for Porter. I was almost certain I’d be stuck on stupid if the ball dropped and ruined the perfect connection we fought hard for.

After we showered, we made breakfast together like I requested. We spent more time sharing kisses than cooking, but I enjoyed every second with him by my side.

Then we sat on the large, plush couches and enjoyed a movie while we sipped our coffees. We ended up falling asleep. When we woke up, we pulled on our cold weather clothes and made our way outside.

The cold air hit my cheeks.