I feel him before I see him, his face in my neck, his hands gripping my tits, rolling my nipples. “Zane,” I say his name as my ass pushes back into his cock.
“I need food,” I tell him, but I’m frantic for him, “you need food.”
“But I haven’t tasted your pussy yet today.” His hand lifts the shirt in his hand then two fingers run through my slit and inside me. “You’ve had my cock down your throat twice,” he mumbles, “and I haven’t even had a taste of you.”
“That’s because while I was riding your cock in the shower you told me you wanted me to swallow your cum,” I remind him. “And since I’m the best girlfriend ever”—my eyes close as my legs open a bit—“I had no choice but to get on my knees and take care of my man.”
“Now it’s time for me to take care of you.” He slips his fingers out of me, grabs me by my waist, and puts me down on the counter. “Lift your shirt so I can play with your tits while I eat your pussy.” His tongue slides into my mouth as he becomes impatient and lifts the shirt himself. Both hands go to my nipples and roll them at the same time followed by a pinch before he bends his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Put your feet on the counter, baby, and open that pussy for me,” he instructs, pulling the T-shirt over my head, then stepping back to look at me. “Look at you,” he mumbles as he reaches up and rolls my nipples. “Nipples tight.” He pinches them and I moan. “Then this perfect pink pussy.” He uses one hand to rub the front of my pussy. “My perfect pussy,” he mumbles as I watch him slide a finger in me. “Isn’t it perfect?” I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and he slides another finger in me. “Tell me this is mine.” He bends to suck my clit into his mouth. “To play with”—he bites down now—“to eat.” He curls his fingers against my G-spot. “To fuck.”
“Only yours,” I pant out.
“Only mine”—he pulls his fingers out—“from now on.” His tongue slides into my pussy with his fingers. “You want to play with this pussy—” His fingers move faster; one hand comes up to play with my nipple. “You’re going to have to ask me.” I moan again and he stops what he’s doing when I close my eyes. “Open your eyes and watch me,” he directs, his voice tight, as my eyes drop to look between my legs. “If you need to come and I’m not here”—he moves his fingers in me—“you call me, and I’ll make you come with my words.”
“What if I can’t—” I can’t even talk, my breath comes in pants.
“Then you wait until I can talk and then you make yourself come.” His fingers move faster. “Tell me you understand me,” he says, licking my clit with the tip of his tongue and then burying his face in my pussy. The way his beard feels against my inner thighs makes my hips move up. “Is my pussy needy?” He sucks my lips into his mouth. “She needs to come.”
“Yes,” I pant, “please.” I reach between my legs to grip his wrist. “I’m right there.”
“I know, baby. I know this pussy better than you.” I hold onto his hand and he ruthlessly finger fucks me on his counter, and I scream out my orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” he praises as his fingers come out of my pussy and he rubs my clit side to side before slipping them back in. “Ride it out.” I don’t even know how long it lasts but when I’m done, I lie back on the island, and he laughs. His thumb rubs my clit, and I slap it away. “Sensitive?” he asks me and I nod my head. “I think the food is ready.”
I sit up. “You plate it,” I tell him. “I’m going to go and get cleaned up and we should talk about things.”
He takes me off the counter and places me on my feet as I pull his shirt over my head. I’m about to walk away from him when he grabs my hand and pulls me back. “Give me a kiss when you leave the room.”
“Someone is very needy in this relationship, and it’s not me,” I tease, making him laugh as I get on my tippy-toes, kissing under his chin. I run out of the room on my tippy-toes, going back downstairs to the bedroom, where I snatch up my panties and put them on. I clean up, walking back upstairs and seeing the plates on the table.
“I put on panties,” I inform him, sitting down in the chair in front of him, “as a barrier.”
He barks out with laughter. “Victoria, if I want in your pussy, I’ll get in your pussy.”
I roll my eyes. “We need to discuss that.”
“You said it’s mine,” he reminds me, cutting a piece of chicken and popping it into his mouth, smiling at me and winking.
“I don’t think what we say during sex is allowed to be used against us.”
“Well, we differ then. I told you, you agreed.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Not my fault.”
“So are we really doing this?” I ask him and I don’t know why, but I hold my breath.
“You are going to have to be a bit more clear with that question.” He laughs. “Are we really doing sex every night I’m home? Yes.” He nods. “Are we going to get a little ass play into that?” He winks at me. “Also yes.”
“I meant me and you and dating. Going public and no longer keeping this a secret.” I shake my head. “Stop thinking about me and my ass.”
“Never.” He reaches under the table to rub my leg. “But as for that question, we are really fucking doing this.”
“So do we soft launch this?” I ask him and his eyebrows pinch together.
“Victoria,” he says my name, “I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about.”
“It’s because you’re old.” I pat his hand on top of the table. “It’s okay, I’ll explain it to you.”
“A soft launch is me posting a picture of you and me holding hands on my social media,” I explain to him, “or it could be my legs over yours with your hand on my legs.”
“Why are we even posting this on social media?” he asks, and I gasp, putting my hand on my chest.
“Are we not going to be social media boyfriend and girlfriend?” He laughs at me.
