He pauses, and instead of coming, jerks back.
“What—”
He looks over at the table, curses, and shoves the dishes out of the way.
“Kell—” Before his name leaves my lips, I’m hauled to my feet and bent over the table.
Holy…hell…
With no hesitation, he drops to his knees, rips my panties down my thighs, and, good lord—he eats.
His tongue is everywhere. Gliding up my seam, circling my clit, delving into my wet pussy. It feels so good, I find myself shamelessly pushing back against his face.
He chuckles and pulls away, giving my butt a firm slap. “Look at you, all eager for me, making a sopping mess of my face.”
“Kellan—please—”I whimper and wiggle my rear, praying he’ll show me mercy.
“I want to feel you come all over my big cock.” He rises to a stand, and I feel his length press against my entrance.
He’s so thick, it burns in the best way, stretching me until I can feel every ridge, every pulse. He pauses, fingers digging into my hip. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare.”
That’s all he needs.
He pulls back and thrusts—harder this time. The table creaks under us, threatening to break.
His hands are on me, one sliding under my shirt, seeking my breasts, the other reaching between my legs.
The combination turns my blood to molten. I plant my palms onto the table, lift my torso up, and rear back, meeting his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he growls against my ear. “I want to feel how greedy your little cunt is.”
I shatter, head thrown back, cries echoing through the cozy cabin.
Kellan curses under his breath, coming three thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing his release.
He collapses against me, his breath washing over my neck.
For several long seconds, we exist as one, his body molded atop mine, our hearts in sync.
Eventually he pulls out—slowly, reluctantly—and tucks himself away. I push off the table, legs trembling, my mind a tangle.
Kellan smooths my hair back from my face with surprising tenderness. “You okay?”
I nod, still dazed. “That was…wow.”
He looks over at the clock on the wall. “Good thing I’m an early riser, or else I wouldn’t make it into work on time.”
It’s barely past eight. The clinic opens at nine, which means he’s got maybe twenty minutes to shower, dress, pretend he didn’t just fuck me senseless on the dining table, and make it into the clinic.
I look down at the mess we’ve made. “I’ll take care of the dishes while you get ready.”
His eyes flash with guilt.
I giggle. “Just go.”
He relaxes. “Bring your car down whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush.”
