The Bad Day

His mouth starts at my knee, moving down swiftly toward my most intimate area as I wriggle beneath him.

“I haven’t showered,” I wail, and he chuckles lightly, his cold finger parting my intimate lips.

“You’ll definitely need one after this,” he declares before burying his head between my thighs.

His tongue laps against my clit, swirling and playing with me as I grip his hair with one hand, the other pressing up against the kitchen cabinet.

My eyes roll back in my head as Ali continues to devour me, his face buried in his task of pleasing me.

I begin to relax slightly, and when Ali inserts his finger into me, I gasp out. Slowly, he is pumping it in and out of me, my fluids coating his finger as it slides in repeatedly.

“Oh, God, Ali—”

“You’re not getting down until you flood my mouth,” Ali whispers, plunging his tongue back onto my clit.

“Aargh.” I’m losing myself now, and the kitchen be damned.

My knees knock the utensil holder into the sink when I react to one particularly aggressive finger fuck, and as I begin to go over the edge, I try not to cry out.

“Good girl. Let it go.”

Waves of euphoria are crashing through my body now, yet Ali shows no signs of slowing. When he has lapped up all of my juices, he sits up, gazing at me with a heated expression.

“My turn. Sit on my cock.”

I’m barely able to move—he must be joking if he thinks I can stand right now.

Ali looks almost bemused and drags me from the counter until we are sitting on a dining chair. He is slowly stroking his cock against my soaked hole, and I’m grinding against him, moaning as I do.

“Shh, don’t wake our baby,” Ali teases, leaning back to gaze at me as he lifts me onto his thick pole. I’m hissing as he enters me, my earlier orgasm granting him smooth access.

He grins at me wickedly as he moves my hips, his eyes falling to my now erect nipples. He bites his lip, watching me ride him, all thoughts of the day forgotten.

His thighs are solid between my legs, and with every thrust, I’m crying out. My hands rest on his shoulders as I slam down onto him, my hips swaying as I do.

“You’re fucking good at this,” Ali moans as I reach around to cup his balls. I allow my nails to dance over them, and his eyes darken.

“Your turn, Daddy,” I whisper, squeezing his balls as I pick up the pace, watching him unravel beneath me.

Our mouths meet as he climaxes, and I feel his load shoot into me, filling me.

“Baby, I’ll always be here to help soothe those bad days. Just say.”

He kisses me then and whispers that he loves me. It’s then that I remember that, actually, I’m pretty damn lucky.