Page 136 of His Reckoning

She smiles. “I’m a woman. We can multitask.”

I don’t bother to answer. I rip the wrapper open with my mouth and roll the condom over my dick. I’m practically shaking with anticipation to sink deep inside of her.

As soon as I line myself up, I push inside of her all the way until I bottom out.

“Ahhh, fuck, Sawyer.”

“You don’t deserve me giving you time to adjust. Not when you spent the entire night purposely driving me crazy.”

I grip her hips harder to keep in place while I pull out and slam back in. I should take my time and enjoy every single moment of this, but I feel like a starved animal.

Instead, I take her hard and fast. My dick hitting her deep with every thrust.

I normally don’t have a hard time going for a long time, but I already feel my balls tingling.

“Dammit, Kayla,” I shout like it’s her fault that I can’t last.

I slide my hand off one hip and rub her clit as I continue to work myself in and out. Her hands slam down on the counter, and she goes up on her tippy toes.

“Sawyer! Oh God, I’m coming!”

“Thank fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

Without even thinking, I pull out and rip off the condom. I fist my cock and pump it over and over as thick spirts of cum land on her ass and lower back.

A feeling of pride and some caveman ownership hit me. Nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I reach for my phone on the counter and snap a picture of it. Then I lean forward on top of her and show it to her.

“Look at how good you look, covered in my cum,” I whisper in her ear. “No one will ever look as good on you than I do. Remember that next time you try to flirt with my friends in front of me.”

Kayla stays leaning against the counter for a moment, catching her breath. She straightens slowly and reaches for a paper towel beside the sink.

I watch her, still breathing hard myself, adrenaline slowly settling.

She wipes at her lower back, tosses the towel into the trash, and turns around.

Her hair is a mess, her lipstick smudged, but the look she gives me is completely casual. Like we didn’t just nearly destroy the kitchen.

She walks over to the fridge and opens it.

I blink. “What are you doing?”

Kayla leans inside for a second before grabbing a bottle of water. Then she shuts the fridge and twists the cap off.

“I’m starving,” she says before taking a long drink.

I stare at her. “You’re … starving.”

She nods like that’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah. That burned a lot of calories.”

A laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

Kayla walks past me toward the pantry.

“You got anything good in here?” she asks.

I lean back against the counter, still shaking my head. “That isn’t usually the first thing someone asks post-workout.”