The Babysitter (BWWM)

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I pulled my head up from the pillow and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. Footsteps ran up the stairs and toward the hallway. I chuckled lightly and snuggled back into the covers.

The bedroom door creaked open and the bed dipped next to me.

"Babygirl." Lorenzo cooed. He kissed my forehead, my temple, my cheek. I squirmed under his touch. "What?" I whined.

He kicked his leg over so he was straddling me. He pecked my lips. "You're so beautiful." I reached my hands up to his face, the light stubble prickling my fingers.

"Thank you, Lorenzo." He groaned. "I love it when you say my name."

I chuckled. "I love it that you love when I say your name." He nuzzled his head into my neck and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers found themselves combing through his hair.

Lorenzo moaned and I smiled. That was until I felt something poking my bare thigh.

"Lorenzo, move your phone."

"Baby, that's not my phone." I halted all movements, my eyes bugging out of my head. He chuckled deeply. "Oh. Um, what are you going to do about that?" I started massaging through his hair again.

"Please don't make me handle this on my own." He pleaded. I grinned to myself.

"So you're telling me you went to a strip club, came back home, and then got hard?" He paused. "Yes. You're just so sexy." He moved his hip, moving himself to my upper thigh, moving his hoodie up further on my waist

I tensed up. Lorenzo started kissing my neck, hitting my sweet spot. A moan slipped through my lips. My fingernails ran up and down his clothed back. "Baby?" I whispered. He hummed in response.

"I can smell liquor on your breath. You need to take a cold shower and then we can cuddle." I poked his back. "You can be little spoon."

Lorenzo chuckled and brought his head up to kiss me. I bit his lip as he pulled away.

"Hypocrite." He mumbled, getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

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I groaned softly shifting in my spot. My hand ran down the arm that was draped around my waist, running my fingers over the back of his hand.

I turned over and ran my fingers against his bare chest. "Hi." I cooed.

My medium-length fingernails ran up his neck to the light stubble on his face. I caressed his cheek. "Baby?" I swung my leg over his torso, my lips attaching to his neck.

Hands gripped my hips and Lorenzo moaned. Laughter erupted from my lips.

"Are you serious?" He shifted under me and opened his eyes. "Hi." I spoke. He gave me his million dollar smile and warmth flooded throughout my body. I smiled down at him as our noses touched.

"Hey." He pecked my lips. "Why are you on top of me?" Lorenzo looked at me suspiciously.

"Why is that the only way you'll wake up?" He inhaled, hesitating. "Good point." He turned me over so we were both laying next to each other.

"Are you hungry?" He nodded. I pushed myself up, but his hands pulled me back down. "Lorenzo." I grumbled. He smirked.

"I didn't say what I'm hungry for." My eyes trailed to his lips, then back to his face. "Then what do you want?"

Lorenzo didn't waste any time. He attacked my lips, his hands roaming from my hair, to my face, to my neck, to my breasts, to my hips. He turned us over again so he was straddling my body.

"So um, French Toast?" I questioned as he moved down to my neck, sucking and biting. I felt him smile against my skin. I wrapped my legs around his torso. His hands shifted to my thighs. I whimper as he nibbles at my sweet spot. I bucked my hips hard, making him roll off the bed. I clapped my hands together.

"Eggs it is then!" I scurried off the bed and ran down the hallway to the stairs.

I grabbed the eggs out of the refrigerator and a bowl while Lorenzo walked down with an annoyed look on his face.

I did that.

I turned around and smiled to myself, cracking one of the eggs. He leaned against the island, facing my back. "You okay over there? You look a little angry."

"You keep teasing me and it won't end up well for you." I turned my head to look at him.

"Oh please. Bite me." I turned back around, smiling, expecting a comeback. But nothing. There was nothing.

I cracked the last egg and before I could throw it out, hands snatched me by my torso and pushed me against the wall. I gasped. His big hand clenched around my throat, but to the point where I could breathe.

"You keep testing my patience, bambina. You're going to end up crying, begging for me to touch you while I spank you raw. Is that what you want, baby? To get punished?" I looked down at his wrist, biting my lip. Taking some time to think about it, my eyes shot up to his. His eyes grew darker as his pupils dilated.

"Yes daddy." He growled and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed close to nothing. I screamed. "What are you doing?"

"You asked for a punishment, you're getting one."

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