His jaw ticks, and the look he gives me is almost predatory. “You’d be welcome. If you agreed to cook, clean, and keep me warm at night.”
“Is this your way of asking if I’d be your trad wife?”
He shakes his head, then steps around the counter, standing over me. “No. It’s my way of asking if you’d be my sex slave.”
My cheeks go hot. The words punch a bolt of need through my chest, straight to the spot between my legs.
“You’re not serious,” I say, but my voice betrays me.
He doesn’t laugh. He bends, cups my face, and kisses me hard, tongue sweeping deep until I’m clutching the counter for balance.
He pulls away just far enough to whisper, “I’m completely serious.”
There’s no warning before he yanks the stool closer to the counter, spreading my thighs with his knee. He tears open the last two buttons on the shirt so it falls away from my body, leaving me bare in the light, nipples already hard. I want to protest—he never even asked, and there are windows everywhere—but the way he looks at me shuts down my whole nervous system except for the part that wants to be ruined.
He doesn’t wait. He bends, sucking one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch into him. His hands are everywhere—palming my ass, squeezing my thighs, sliding up my back. The scent of coffee and eggs and my own sweat makes my head swim.
He lifts me onto the counter, cold marble against my ass, and drops to his knees. He looks up, meeting my eyes, and says, “Open.”
I do, of course I do.
His tongue is even hotter than last night, more insistent, like he’s been too long without a taste of my pussy. I grip the edge ofthe counter as he sucks my clit, fingers spreading me wide. I’m soaked, embarrassment never even crossing my mind. The idea that anyone could see—any neighbor, any passing dog-walker—only makes it hotter.
I come so fast I almost don’t realize it’s happening. My vision goes white, and I let out a sound that would get me evicted in most apartment complexes.
“Oooh!” I scream, tossing my head back. “Unnnh, yes!”
Liam looks up for a moment, his chin slick and shiny and grins.
“That’s my cock-hungry fuckslut,” he rasps. “You’ve been flashing this pink pussy at me all morning, wearing nothing but my shirt with your vag bare underneath. I could hardly focus.”
I scream again as another orgasm hits, but Liam doesn’t stop. He keeps eating me through the aftershocks, like he’s addicted, before standing and wiping his mouth on a napkin.
But my man needs relief too. He doesn’t say a word. He just slides his sweats down, cock springing out, already hard and shining at the tip. He lines up and thrusts inside me in one motion, making me gasp and clamp around him.
“Oh my god,” I pant. “You’re so big—unnnnnh!”
He grins like a beast, flashing white teeth.
“That’s right,” he rasps. “Daddy needs to bury every single inch of his cock in you to be satisfied. Your dirty pussy needs to learn to take my cock at any time while you’re in my house, sweetheart. You hear that?”
I can’t answer because the pleasure’s building again. He fucks me hard, bracing me with both hands so I’m pinned to the cold,slick countertop, legs splayed open, the world reduced to the heat of him inside me and the way his chest hammers against mine.
“Unnh,” I moan again, my big breasts jiggling in time with the pistoning of his hips. “Ohhhh god.”
He fucks like he’s staking a claim. Every thrust drives me higher, and I claw his shoulders, digging in just to hold on.
“Liam,” I pant, barely able to breathe.
He looks at me, eyes wild, and says, “Mine.”
I nod, desperate. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “I’m yours.”
Something lights in his eyes, and he fucks me harder, the sound of skin on skin slapping obscenely. I’m close again, so close it hurts, and when he reaches between us to thumb my clit I shatter again, spasming so violently I almost slip off the counter. He holds me up, lets me ride it out, then drives into me with one final, punishing thrust.
“Fuck!” he roars, a conqueror claiming his territory. “Shit shit shit!”
Liam grunts, face twisted in pure pleasure, and I feel the warmth flood inside me, pulse after pulse of raw, perfect heat. His abs flex, the expression on his face raw desire as his cock shoot ripples.
