He cracked some eggs into a bowl and measured out some flour. Glancing across his kitchen, he saw Belle still on the window seat, staring out, watching the world go by. She was so beautiful, so amazing and loving, and in some way, her father and this piece of shit Mikey had tried to ruin that.
Every time he got close to her, he saw the fight she had with herself. He hated it.
Getting back to his pancake batter, he added in some milk, and let it sit for a few minutes while he grabbed a pan.
Pancakes, like waffles, were a personal favorite of his. He did have to enjoy his with lots of warm maple syrup. Grabbing the maple syrup from the fridge, be poured most of the bottle into a saucepan, and placed it on low heat.
Next, he got to making the pancakes.
The scent lured Belle to him, and she came to stand at the counter, watching as he flipped each small pancake.
He made the entire batter, and that made for a lot of pancakes. He used two pasta bowls, and piled the pancakes up into two towers, finishing it all off with a knob of butter, and drizzling lots of maple syrup so it pooled in the bottom of the bowls.
“Wow, that’s a lot of syrup,” she said.
“I have a sweet tooth.”
Carrying both bowls to the table, he put them down, and before Belle could sit down, he held out her chair.
His stomach growled, and the moment that sweet maple hit his tongue, he was in heaven. Well, food heaven. He still loved the taste of Belle’s pussy.
He watched as she ate. Every now and then, he caught sight of her tight nipples pressed against the front of his shirt.
It didn’t exactly help the state of his arousal.
He covered his erection with the apron he’d quickly pulled on to do breakfast. The one taste he’d had wasn’t even enough to sate his hunger for her. He wanted her again. To feel her tight cunt wrapped around his length.
Taking another bite of his pancakes, he couldn’t look away from her. He wanted her again, right here on this table.
He finished all of his breakfast, and she left a few pancakes.
“That was delicious.” She licked her lips, and he thought about how good her lips would look wrapped around his cock.
He reached out, taking her hand. He ran his thumb back and forth over her wrist, staring into her eyes.
Did she feel this as intensely as he did? He felt consumed, starving for more of her, horny, and he wanted her again. Taking her wrist, he tugged so that she got to her feet and moved around to perch on the edge of the table.
“What is it?” she asked.
Putting his hands on her thighs, he slid them beneath the shirt, rubbing against her flesh. She moaned, the sweetest sound, and he lifted the shirt up and over her head until she was naked. As far as he was concerned, she had the perfect body. Nice full tits, rounded hips, a little stomach, and strong arms. The few stretch marks on her body showed she’d been pregnant. He found her body a turn-on.
“You know, I love maple syrup.”
He dipped his finger into the bowl and spread the syrup-slicked tip across her nipple, coating her. When she was wet, he leaned forward, and sucked the hard bud into his mouth.
She cried out with a gasp. Belle sank her hands into his hair, holding onto him as he licked every last remnant of the syrup off her tit.
He did the same with the other one, spreading the syrup over the nipple.
“You tasted good already, but the syrup just makes you even sweeter.” Leaning her back on the table, he spread her thighs wide, staring down at her.
“There’s no way you can ever think of yourself as undesirable, Belle. You’re so fucking sexy I can’t even think straight.” Stroking his hands over her hips, he glanced down at her pussy with a growing hunger. She was all his—now and forever.
With her legs spread wide, he stared at her wet cunt. The lips of her pussy parted slightly, giving him the perfect view of her. He wanted inside her again, to flood her hole with more of his cum.
Damn, this woman was driving him crazy with need. He’d never been this attracted or this attached to a woman.
Maybe it was their shared past?
Or chemistry?
He didn’t know for sure what it was exactly, just that he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d nearly lost her. If he hadn’t stopped that fight, he may not know the kind of pleasure they could share.
That one moment had granted him this chance, and he wasn’t going to let her go.
He would die protecting her and Ava.
Other than Carlos, there was no one else of any importance in his life. It was all about Belle and Ava. They would be his family, and he would make sure they both got the life they deserved.