My Lover ::Chapter 1::

Ayden Hart was a nineteen year old boy with messy shag-cut dark hair and deep green eyes. He was built, and tall to match. His skin was tanned, like he had been working in the sun all summer long, giving his hair a bronze like sheen. He worked at the local Coffee House. Ayden was literally, gorgeous. And he was all mine.

My name is Foxy Sanders. I am eighteen with long dark hair down to the small of my back and green and blue eyes, they change from time to time. I’m not fat by all means, but I definatly do not look like one of those anorexic chicks, a rank bag of pathetic skin and bones. I am a 48 C, in bra size of course. I’m not pale, but I’m not as tan as Ayden, though I am only half a foot shorter then my 5’11 boyfriend. I worked at the lingerie store a few blocks from mine and Ayden’s apartment called Sexy Sarah’s. And with hat job, came some unbelievable, amazing perks.

It was a normal Saturday morning, or so I thought. I went through my normal rutine. First on the list was wake up. Second was . . . I grinned, my eyes still closed as I lie beside my shirtless boyfriend. I knew what came next. Slowly and gracefully, I slid under the bed covers while Ayden slept and positioned myself on my hands and knees in front of him. I slid his boxers off slowly, careful not to wake him up just yet, and gazed down on his huge, thick cock. My tongue glided across my lips slowly, thinking of how much I craved it in the morning and slowly lowered my mouth down in his cock. My mouth moved up and down slowly and sensually, his large cock already hardening and enlarging in my mouth.

A quiet, sleepy moan escaped Ayden’s lips and traveled to my ears, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.