“Come on, baby girl. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” Rolling over as she groaned, “Shut up, Corey. It’s Sunday, let me sleep!” “Come on, let’s go down to the bakery and get some apple fritters before they are all gone. My treat,” he sing-songed as he bounced up and down on her bed, making her flop around with him. “I would rather sleep.” Flipping the pillow out from under her head, she slammed it back down on top of her head, blocking out the light and noise. “Suit yourself, but I can’t promise that I’ll bring you back anything.” Pulling the warm blankets off, he slapped her ass so hard that she shot up off the bed. She scrambled on all fours, tackling Corey as he passed her bed, trying to sneak out of her room. “That was mean, dickhead!” Easily flipping her onto her back on the floor, Corey sat on her hips, holding her down as she tried to buck him off. Grabbing her hands and pinning them to her chest, Corey leaned down, landing a wet sloppy kiss on her lips with an obnoxious mwah sound.
