I nodded. “Yes, Brody. I need you. Only you.” I squeezed my legs, trying to find some relief from the tension building inside me.
Brody increased his teasing of my clit with just enough pressure to force me to the tips of my toes
“Every time you’re in this kitchen, you’ll remember me bending you over. Taking you.”
“Oh, God. Yes,” I ground out. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me now.”
Brody withdrew his fingers. When I felt him pull his cock free, I wanted to weep with relief.
A firm hand on my back kept me in place when I would have turned around and helped him move faster. My palms rested against the smooth countertop. Words were meaningless. I wanted this man inside me now. Anything else was pointless.
The wet heat of his pre-cum dragged over my ass and I don’t know why I did it, but I reached around and spread my cheeks for him. I’ve never taken a man there before but with him, I’m eager for anything he wants.
I rose even higher on tiptoe, trying to give him full access. He felt hard and thick as he glided between my thighs, gathering my dripping juices. I shimmied my hips, coaxing him to take me however he wanted.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. That little ass of yours is just begging me to fuck it.” He teased the pad of his thumb over my puckered hole and I arched into his teasing touch. He dipped in just a fraction and nearly stole my breath.
The fat head of his cock nudged against my pussy entrance and as he sank in, so did his thumb.
“Ahh.” I straightened slightly, trying to pull him deeper inside me, but I had no illusion I had any control here.
“Stay down, baby. You’re going to need to hold on.” He moved deeper inside, pulled out and I don’t know what to focus on more. The way his thumb feels in my ass or the way his cock stretched me.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly.
He growled lowly and I shivered. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you might wind up in the next room.”
I gasped. “Try it.”
Brody thrust inside me, lifting me off my toes. One of his arms encircled my waist, holding me against him. With his other hand, he gripped the counter until his knuckles whitened.
My head fell back against his shoulder.
My wet pussy gripped him and suck him deeper.
“Brody…”
I was lost. I loved smelling his scent, knowing I was driving him wild. The sensation made me dizzy. “Harder.”
His hold on me tightens “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured against my neck.
My knees hit the cupboard door every time he thrusted. The banging sound echoed through the kitchen. I was greedy for the orgasm that would send me spiraling into ecstasy, but at the same time, I didn’t want this to end.
“Come for me, baby.” He drove in deeper, hitting just the right spot to send me spiraling.
He pulled out and thrust in one final time and my body does just as he commanded.
My walls tightened around him and the feel of his milk spilling into me dragged out my orgasm until there was nothing I could do but breath and feel.
His hold on me tightened and I fell under the spell of his touch and the warmth of his milk dripping from my core.
“Brody,” I started.
“I know, baby.” He turned me around and found my lips with his. There was nothing else to say. It was all in his kiss.