“Wake up, Baby,” Derrick said, pressing his lips to Victoria’s
as she rested on her back in bed. Moaning into his kiss, Victoria wrapped an
arm around Derrick’s neck and drew him down into the bed with her. Releasing a
surprised gasp, Derrick rolled with Victoria landing on top of him.
“Mmm, good morning, Handsome,” she giggled, sliding her
hands down his torso. Moving slowly down his thigh, she gave his cock a firm
squeeze and smiled at the growl it produced.
“Oh, don’t start something we can’t finish,” he groaned,
thrusting upward into her hand as she stroked him again.
“And why can’t we finish?” she asked, looking down at him
through hooded lids.
“Uh, Derrick? I think the bacon is burning,” Victoria heard
her partner’s voice shout from downstairs.
“That’s why. Get dressed. Mike’s here and breakfast is on fire,” he laughed as he pulled himself out from under her and rushed downstairs.
