Jesus, she was perfect.
I stood in the doorway, just admiring the woman I never thought I’d be able to call mine as she got to work whipping up a feast. The entire bench was filled with empty packets and broken egg shells as she worked on cooking multiple things at once. I could tell she wasn’t used to doing it, by the way she squealed when one thing started getting too crispy compared to another pan she was working on.
“Need some help?” I asked. She spun around, startled, and offered me a relieved sigh.
“I wanted to have it done before you woke up.”
“If you think I can sleep through the smell of sizzling bacon, you don’t know me at all.”
She smirked at me, and picked up a piece of bacon, wrapping those delicate lips around the crispy critter and took a bite followed by a sexy as all hell moan. “It is good.”
“You’re walking on fire right now, Or,” I warned her. “You think I’m worn out from last night, but don’t forget I own that ass. The second anything other than me makes you moan, I’m going to need to top it.”
“You can’t seriously think you’re going to top bacon, do you?” she fired back.
Challenge accepted.
I moved into the kitchen, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. My fingers dipped into her panties and cupped her.
“That’s cheating,” she moaned as her eyes fluttered closed. Orla didn’t move away as I found her clit with my middle finger and began to rub softly, slowly. “The food’s gonna burn.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said in her ear.
She quickly turned the stovetop off, letting the rest of the food sizzle in the pan until the heat left. I pulled her away from the food. Although it was tempting, I’d only ever need Orla, and I knew that. I walked with her slowly, our feet working as one as I continued to fondle her, holding her against my chest until I got her outside, into my courtyard. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to look up at me.
“Alex…”
“Orla,” I mimicked her, before I claimed her mouth with mine. She moaned into it, our tongues moving against each other. Shifting her over to the table I have out here for my morning coffee, I bent her over, pulling her panties down to show me that ass, and the bandage on the cheek I tatted up with my name. Fuck, that turned me on like nothing else before.
She had my name on her, and I had hers on mine. I didn’t care how many times she tatted it into me, I needed her all over me. It was a primal need for her to claim me, just as I would to her.
I yanked my underwear down, palming my already hard cock and lining it up to her core. She was already so wet from just my touch. Now,thatwas a turn on.
I’d never get sick of sinking deep into her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate me before I hammered into her, earning myself a scream that I knew was only for me.
Orla gripped onto the edge of the table as I thrust into her, owning that pussy from here until forever. I held onto her hips, her entire body moving with every thrust.
One hand came up to hush her cries of pleasure.
“Uh-uh,” I said while thrusting. “I want to hear when you fall apart and scream my name.”
“You know I'm loud,” she issued.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I grunted, feeling her pussy beginning to clamp around me. I moved one hand down to her clit and began to massage it, while the other hand moved up to grab her hair, pulling it up so her back straightened and she was pushing up off the table. Her moans reverberated in her throat as I pulled her back. The angle I was in, I could feel myself hitting every delicious angle in her, causing her to let out cries of ecstasy.
“Louder,” I told her, my voice nothing more than a growl.
Orla needed no further prompting. She let out a gasp followed by a low moan that echoed around my courtyard. I pumped into her harder, letting her hair go as her hands found the table again to hold on for dear life. My hands moved to her hips to hold onto her delicate frame as I fucked her so hard. I could feel my cock hitting her insides and it only made me more feral to own every inch of her, inside and out.
Orla’s pussy clenched around me hard as she screamed out my name so loudly that I was sure the clubhouse heard us.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Her pussy was so tight as her orgasm rolled through her, her gasping for air as she bucked against my cock for more of me.
There wasn’t a sight more beautiful than a woman taking what she needed from me.
There was only one woman I would ever allow to do that, and she was eagerly milking me with her cum as her orgasm subsided.
