From that first night while the storm raged on, I’d almost lost track of how many times we’d been together. It had only been forty-eight hours, and I know I should show some more restraint with her, but I can’t keep my hands off her.
Thankfully, she seems to feel exactly the same way.
“What are you thinking about?”
She catches me watching her from her place at the counter, where she’s mixing up pancake batter. With the spatula in her hand and her bare legs sticking out from the edge of my oversized flannel, she is without a doubt the sexiest woman alive.
My cock thickens in my jeans. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal for the last few days, and this moment is no different.
“I was just thinking about how you need to put that spatula down.”
“Oh, ya? And why is that?” She cocks her hip, bats her eyelashes, and lifts it higher, pancake batter dripping from it. She knows exactly why I want her to put it down. I also know she wants me to tell her.
“Because,” I say, my voice low. “I’m going to bend you over the counter and fuck you.” Her skin flushes red, all the way from her breasts, up her neck. She likes it when I talk dirty to her, and I know with certainty she’s already wet for me.
Slowly, I rise from my seat and begin crossing the tile floor toward her while she watches. Anna leans back against the counter, the spatula and pancake batter forgotten. She stretches her arms out to either side of her, which has the delightful effect of raising the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. I catch a glimpse of her sweet pussy and my cock pulses with need.
My hands are already on the fly of my jeans before I reach her. Her eyes widen the way they always do when my cock springs free.
No matter how many times she sees me, her reaction is always the same.
It’s hot as fuck to see her own desire for me.
“Turn around,” I command. “Stretch out your arms and hold on.”
She does as I ask and presses her beautiful, round peach of an ass back towards me, presenting herself.
Fuck, this woman is perfect.
A rumble of approval slips out of my throat as I stroke one broad palm over her soft, creamy skin.
She squeals in surprise as I grip her hips and pull her backward, clawing for purchase on the counter the way I told her.
“You got a good grip, sweetheart?”
She nods, turning her head back to look over her shoulder at me.
When I reach between her legs, I find her dripping wet, just as I knew I would. Anna groans as I slide a finger through her slick folds and into her sweet heat. She drops her head back and lets the pleasure of my touch fill her. “Yes, Wyatt.” Her voice is little more than a purr. I already know I can get her off quickly with just a few strokes of my finger, but I want to feel her come apart on my cock this morning.
She protests with a small cry when I pull my fingers free of her, but gasps when I replace my hand with the thick, engorged head of my cock, pressed to her tight entrance.
“Um,” I moan, stroking gentle circles on her ass cheek, while holding her firmly in place with my other hand. “This is exactly the kind of breakfast I’ve been looking forward to.”
Beneath me, she trembles with need. I know how close she already is because my girl is so damn responsive to me. I won’t make her wait any longer.
With a slight press of my hips, I drive my full length into her tight pussy.
Anna cries out, her body tensing as she takes the sudden intrusion, but I don’t give her the chance to settle into the sensation before I pull back and slam into her once more.
She groans and reflexively pushes back into me, in an effort to take me even deeper.
“You like that, sweetheart? You like the way I fill you up? The way I claim every sweet inch of you with my cock?”
“Yes.” Her response is a moan. Her body trembles. “Yes, Wyatt.”
Who am I to deny her what she loves? I drive into her again and again, until we’re both sweaty and shaking and right on the edge of exploding together.
I reach around to find her swollen, pulsing clit, and I’m just about to give it the little pinch that I know will send her over the edge when I hear it.
