I placed the dish of lasagna on the stove, shut the oven door with my foot, turned it off, placed the potholders on the counter, and then I walked around him. Thankfully, the couch was in a prime location.
I headed to it, bent forward, and braced my arms on either side of me.
Then I looked over my shoulder at him, his head twisted with heat in those mossy-colored eyes of his.
I wiggled my hips, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
He growled as he stalked toward me.
I watched that predator’s stride he had.
Then he was undoing his belt and unsnapping his jeans.
He pressed his cock to my ass and shifted his hips, “You sure?”
I licked my lips, “Shut the hell up and fuck me.”
His eyes went molten.
He shifted behind me.
And then, he winked, reached down, and shifted my cotton shorts to the side, then my thong. Then I felt his fingers on my core.
I moaned and dropped my head back.
He didn’t play.
Oh no.
He growled, “Fucking wet for me already.”
I moaned. “Alexander.”
He tapped my clit with his finger. I groaned, “Honey.”
He spread my feet apart, and then I felt his cock at my entrance. He growled, “Brace, baby.”
I braced by fisting my hands into the couch cushions right before he slammed that magnificent cock inside of me.
My body jolted with the couch.
He growled as he pulled out and slammed into me.
“Hold on, baby.”
“Yeah, honey.”
I held on as he shifted his hips, and then, he fucked me.
Mercilessly.
His balls slapped my ass.
I moaned.
He groaned.
“Best fucking pussy ever,” he growled.
