“You don’t have to cook,” I told her, rising from the couch. “I can make dinner tonight.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m the chef here, remember?”
I closed the distance between us. “Do you always grab oregano dressed like this?” I murmured, running my hands down her sides, tracing her curves as her nipples hardened.
“I have to water my garden every morning—well, not this morning obviously.”
The thought of her going out there like this every morning, holding her cup of tea in one hand, the hose in the other, and my cum running down her legs came to my mind, and without a second thought, I backed her up to the wall. I plucked her tea out of her hand and set it on the stairs.
“Ash, what are you—”
“Want my cum leaking out of you when you greet the world,” I muttered, pulling her leg up and hooking it over my hip. I planted a hard kiss on her lips. “Pull your panties to the side.” She panted and did as she was told, watching me undo my jeans. “You wet for me?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Let me see you check,” I challenged, pulling out my cock.
We both watched as she spread her lips open, her clit glistening in the early morning light. My eyes lingered on her hole, ready for it to be stretched and fucked again. “Good girl,” I praised. I didn’t give her a chance to reply, slamming my dick into her with a harsh thrust.
“Oh god!” she cried, scrambling to hold on to me.
With a grunt, I hooked her leg over my arm, getting better access. I pulled out and slammed back in, relishing the wet sounds coming from her. “Yeah,” I chuckled darkly, feeling her walls spasm around my length. “That’s fucking it, baby.”
I pulled my hips back and looked at her face, thrusting back in. Her jaw was slack, her eyes rolled back, her chest heaving, her tits bouncing. “Give you a good fucking before you start your day, huh?” I taunted, diving for her neck. I kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin, hearing her gasp my name as I fucked her into the wall. Our skin slapped together, the floorboards creaking under our weight, the picture frames on either side of her head shaking.
She moaned my name as I licked the side of her neck. “I don’t feel your hand playing with our pussy, baby.”
She whimpered, and I looked down in time to see her fingers rubbing tight, quick circles over the swollen nub. “That’s a good girl,” I praised. “Get us both there.”
“Oh my god!”
I picked up the pace, knowing this afternoon was going to be fucking shit. I wanted to stay here forever, be buried in her sweet cunt until the end of time. She was everything. Angel was my home. I braced a hand on the wall, shoving her deeper into it with every harsh thrust, my balls slapping her ass. “Fuck,” I clipped. “Fuck, Starlight,fuck.”
“I-I, Ash,” she gasped.
“Yeah, your pussy is getting ready to choke my dick,” I huffed, kissing her skin. “You going to let her? Hmm?”
“Y-yes,” she moaned.
“Let her, beautiful. Let her come and make a mess on me,” I growled into her ear, my thrusts erratic.
“Keep talking like that,” she begged. “Please, god. I love the way you talk to me when you fuck me.”
I lifted my head, finding her flushed, eyes closed, and on the edge. With my forehead against hers, I gave her the filth she craved. “You’re so damn beautiful like this, stretched, soaked, and taking my cock,” I taunted and the next words rolled off my tongue. “Such a good fucking girl, letting me fuck you like a whore in the morning.”
That did it.
She clamped down on my dick, milking it as she squirted all over me. I lifted my shirt, letting her cum get on my abs. “Fuck,” I barked as her cunt shoved me out. Her back was arched, her nails clawing at my back, her moan raspy and cracked.“Fuck,” I said again, flipping her around. I fisted her hair and planted her cheek against the door, yanking her hips out. I shoved up the nightie, bunching it around her waist. “Jesus fuck, baby. Do itagain,” I commanded, grabbing her hand, putting it on her clit. Then I slid back inside. “Come like that again.”
Her thighs were shaking, her whimpers filling my ears as I spread her cheeks, watching her body swallow my cock. “Good fucking girl.”
“Whore,” she croaked.
Pleasure, white-hot and damning, gathered at the base of my spine. I yanked her head back, baring my teeth. “Yeah? Is that what you want me to call you? A good fucking little whore who likes taking my big dick in the morning? Hmm?”
“God, Ash. Yes!”
I smacked her ass. “Take it, baby,” I growled, biting her shoulder and grabbing her tit.
