I kiss him, deeply, lovingly, then inch back. “I’m yours to take whenever…however you choose.”
“You’re gonna regret saying that.”
This time I circle my hips, letting him move inside me, and his eyes roll closed, a deep groan echoing from his throat.
“Let me be your peace, Nazareth.”
Our breaths explode as he takes my mouth, sweeps his tongue deep to every corner, then holds it as he starts to fuck me with that singular focus he brings to everything.
Abruptly, he grips the hair at the back of my neck with one hand, the other on my ass, holding me in place so I don’t slide back. His pace speeds up, hips snapping forward hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the kitchen. He fucks me like it’s a sacrament, every thrust equal parts devotion and ruin.
I cry out, clinging to the counter. Every nerve from my toes to my fingers is alive, every part of me reduced to sensation. The counter digs bruises into my ass, each impact sharp, grounding, but even pain is sweet with him, because it comes with the wayhe tangles his fingers in my hair and angles my head back to watch my face as he fucks me.
“This pussy’s been mine since the night you gave me that fucking lollipop.”
It hits me like a breaking wave, my pussy clenching violently around his cock, spasming and fluttering with white-hot pleasure. Every muscle in my body trembles and seizes. My thighs shake uncontrollably around his hips. Heat floods through my veins, burning behind my eyes, and exploding between my legs until I’m gushing around him.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything butfeel—the devastating stretch of him, the way my walls keep pulsing and squeezing, the electric pleasure that keeps crashing through me in endless aftershocks.
A broken sob escapes my throat as another powerful wave rolls through me, so intense it almost hurts.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come.” Then he follows, burying himself to the hilt, and I feel him jerk and throb inside me, flooding me with thick, hot pulses. He keeps grinding deep through both our orgasms, pushing every drop as far inside me as it will go.
We’re breathless when he finally pulls out, a thick rivulet of his cum immediately leaking out of me.
He takes a single step back, eyes locked between my legs. “I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
I gasp as he jerks my thighs wider, almost impossibly so. “Keep your legs spread exactly like this.”
“Well, I can.” I smirk. “But the question is why?”
Reth tucks his spent cock back into his pants with lazy, unhurried movements, never taking his eyes off the mess he’s made between my legs. He looks almost mesmerized by it.
“I still need to finish the muffins. And while I do… you’re going to sit there exactly like that—thighs wide open, so I can see my cum between your legs.”
Oh. Well, that just ignited a whole new flame right where he wants a front row seat to.
“So, my job right now is to be your messy little cumslut on display?”
“Sweet Jesus,” he groans, biting his bottom lip. “When you say it like that.”
I smile, victorious, straightening my posture as I shift closer to the edge so I can spread my legs for him even more.
For a long moment, he just stands there, drinking in the sight of me—flushed, marked, dripping with him. Then he turns back to the oven like he has all the time in the world.
He opens it, checks the muffins, rotates the tray with careful precision, then closes the door again. The warm, sweet scent of apple and cinnamon fills the kitchen even thicker now.
His gaze drifts back to me, to my pussy. And it does wicked things to me. Wicked, filthy, delicious things.
I feel it then—a slow, warm trickle. A thick drop of his cum slips from my still-fluttering entrance and begins to slide down my folds. It’s obscene, intimate, and so fucking dirty that my thighstense on instinct. I don’t close them. I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me like that.
Reth notices immediately.
His eyes narrow, darkening with that possessive hunger that makes my stomach flip. He sets the oven mitt down with deliberate calm, like he’s not in any rush, and stalks back over to me.
Without a word, he reaches between my spread thighs. Two thick fingers glide through my slick folds, catching the warm drop of his cum just before it can escape further. He scoops it up slowly, deliberately, coating his fingers in the evidence of what he just pumped into me.
