“So these are special?” Kaylamocked, and Duncan chuckled while shaking his head at her. He stood behind the stove in nothing but the jeans he’d jumped into after getting out of bed. He sure could get used to Kayla teasing him first thing in the morning.
“What do you mean? You know these are the best pancakes you’ve ever had,” Duncan said as his right eyebrow shot up.
“Mmm, they taste great, yeah, but I’ve had better.”
Dropping the spatula he was using on the next batch of pancakes in the pan, he stalked toward Kayla, who was sitting at his round kitchen table. She smirked, the wench.
“You’ve never had better, and you know it.” He tried to stare her down with his fists pressing into his sides. He might’ve even used the height difference between them by towering over her. There was no shame in his game.
Kayla took her time in letting her eyes wander from his happy trail up to his abs, over his broad chest, and finally, so leisurely, her hot gaze fixed on his eyes. Kayla grinned at him in a way that said he gave her what she’d wanted all along.
“Maybe if you feed me, they’ll improve in taste?” she said.
Duncan leered at the seductress at his kitchen table and stated, “Not gonna happen.”
He would love nothing more than to feed her, but he wasn’t giving in. She was playing with him, trying to wrap him all around her pretty little finger. He turned and walked back to the stove. When he looked back to Kayla, she was slowly licking her sticky index finger that had maple syrup dripping down. Clanging the pan back onto the stove, he turned the fire off, and her eyes widened when he strode over to her with determined steps.
Without further notice, he pulled her out of her chair and sat her down on his oak kitchen table. She yelped at his rough handling. He grabbed her plate and slid it next to her thigh. Her legs dangled down the tabletop between his legs as he sat down in her chair.
“Open up, buttercup.”
He pierced a piece of pancake with a fork, and when he brought it up to her waiting mouth, droplets of syrup coated her naked thigh. He loved that she was only wearing his white T-shirt and nothing else. He could see the movement of her heavy breasts underneath when she shifted closer to grab the bite. Her luscious lips enclosed the fork, and she looked him right in his eyes. It was as if a bolt of lightning went straight to his dick.
“Mmm, now these are quite special, I must say,” she said as she winked at him, her tongue tracing her upper lip.
With a groan, Duncan forked another piece of pancake for her to take. His eyes were drawn to her exposed throat as she swallowed. They traveled lower, and he could see her hard nipples saluting him through his T-shirt. Fuck, that was hot.
Sliding his chair back, he bent forward and licked the drops of syrup from her thigh. He could smell her arousal as he licked even higher. Her bare lips peeped from under the hem of his shirt. His tongue journeyed up her inner thigh until he finally grabbed her hips and scooted her closer to the edge of the table.
“Oh, Dunc....”
Reaching behind her, he swept the plates and cutlery to the ground as he licked higher and higher. With his open palm, he pressed softly against her chest, gently nudging her upper body until she lowered her back to the kitchen table. His shirt rose farther up, exposing her sex to him. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders. Kayla panted and squirmed in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.
Nudging her with his nose, he smelled her. “So fuckin’ good.” His tongue rubbed her slit up and down with long licks, tasting her. She was so wet for him. He stuck his middle finger inside of her, curling it while he lapped at her.
“Dunc... yes... oh so good.”
When he sucked at her clit, she shot up at his first nibble. He placed his hand on her belly, holding her flat on the table.
As he nibbled, licked, and flicked her clit, she thrashed her head from side to side. “Yesss. Ohh, that’s it... Duncannnn.”
She was getting more vocal, but he didn’t care. He loved her sounds. She threw one arm over her eyes, and the other was grasping the end of the table, right over her head. Craving her screams of pleasure, Duncan stood from his chair and pulled out the condom from his back pocket.
He thought about having his way with Kayla again the minute they got out of bed this morning, and he was glad he had the foresight to be prepared. After undoing the buttons from his jeans, he pulled the condom on and flicked his dick several times at her entrance, making his sheathed tip wet with her cream, and then he thrust inside.
“Oh yes, oh yes, Duncan.” Kayla’s ankles were still near Duncan’s ears, her calves leaning against his shoulders. She was so tight, he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Take me... yes, harder.”
He could definitely go harder. He loved to pound hard during sex, and he loved that she wasn’t shy about asking for what she needed. She wanted it just as bad as he did, and it made him crazy with lust for her.