Xavier got out of bed despite feeling like he hadn’t slept. Last night, Celia had woken him up with the claim of being hungry. She might’ve been tormented yes, but she probably was hungry for real. After all, she didn’t like porridge and yet she ate more than a half of it, the rest she had commanded him to eat.
It was some good oat porridge though...
Sighing, he turned to the bed where she laid, pulling the sheets off of her. “It’s almost time for breakfast...get up.”
Celia groaned, eyes still closed and yet her hands were searching for the sheets. “Xavier!” She warned.
Xavier pulled the sheets further away from her, her bare thighs now on full display since the shirt she wore did nothing to cover them. He turned away from her when his c*ck stirred, his hand gripping the sheets tighter
