“When will this competition between you and Sy end?”
I glared at him, and he answered with a deep, deliberate thrust that made me gasp.
“Don’t worry,” he conceded, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I never lose.”
In one fluid motion, he lifted me from the counter, our bodies still joined, and carried me toward the stove. My legs clamped around his waist, my breasts pressing against the solid wall of his chest.
“You sure you can handle both me and cooking?” I asked, even as I tightened my hold, having no intention of letting go.
“I can multitask,” he bragged, punctuating his claim with another sharp upward thrust that stole my breath.
A gasp of pleasure was my only reply.
He turned to stir the pasta with one hand, the other gripping my ass to hold me steady as he moved inside me with deep strokes. Cooking while fucking was the best practice, and all I could manage was broken moans. Each thrust sent ecstasy radiating through me as I bounced on his cock.
The pasta churned in the boiling pot as our lust reached its crescendo. Steam fogged the air around us, the heat from the stove mingling with the sweat-slicked heat of our bodies. He tested a strand of pasta, declared it done with a grunt, and killed the burners.
Then he carried me back to the island. My legs fell open wider as he slid between them, all restraint gone now that the pasta was safe.
He drove into me, harder and faster, and I met every punishing thrust with equal ferocity. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the kitchen, a wet, obscene rhythm underscored by our ragged gasps and moans.
The room smelled of sex and salt, our scents mingling into something primal and intoxicating.
Just then, my tablet vibrated on the counter. I turned to glance at the screen and immediately regretted it.
Sy had sent a video through Spinchat. She had no qualms about showing me her sex clips, though I’d seen more than enough when she took over our body for her sex feedings, with me sitting in a corner, trying not to pay attention to her kinky episodes.
This time, it wasn’t the sex that caught my eye, though I certainly didn’t approve of Rowan pouring expensive wine all over Sy before licking it off. What a bloody waste! When they returned to the realm, I’d have a strong word with both of them. They should donate that money to the community, especially the disadvantaged ones, instead of living such a shameless, extravagant lifestyle.
No, it was the cookie jar on her nightstand that drew my attention.
“Barbie,” Sy panted in the video, pausing mid-thrust to address the camera. “I’m dropping a gold coin into this jar everytime I have an orgasm. By the end of the year, you can count them all!”
The nerve!
Was thathow she’d been amassing gold?
I shoved the screen toward Killian. “The game is on! We arenotlosing to her and Rowan.”
“This isn’t a competition, little scorpion,” he laughed, but his eyes glinted with a familiar, dark challenge.
Then he thrust deeper into me, brutal and delicious, and I was home.
“It is now,” I breathed, my words dissolving into a moan.
“Then we’d better make this count.” His fingers found my clit again, circling with wicked purpose while he pounded into me. His cock was a silken steel rod, filling and stretching me with every vehement thrust. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—a powerful, delicious torture. The pressure built relentlessly, pulling louder and louder moans from my throat.
This was all-consuming. This was everything.
He drove into me harder, faster, each thrust more brutal than the last. I clung to him, my breasts bouncing, my nails raking down the corded muscles of his back as pleasure coiled into a taut, screaming knot. His mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing my cries as he claimed me with a possessive intensity that shattered my control. Every nerve ending sparked—his cock stretching me, his fingers rubbing my clit, his teeth on my lip, his hand fisted in my hair.
And then his shadow and starlight caressed me everywhere, a magical onslaught so overwhelming and amazing I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Come for me,” he commanded against my mouth. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
I wasn’t a good girl and had no desire to be one.
But I exploded for him all the same, and my power unleashed with my climax.
