Chapter 10

Logan

“Shit, Logan!” She wrenched her hands out of my grip and hurried past me.

Not what I expected in the least. I spun and watched as she grabbed the pan and shifted it off the stove, barely saving the bacon – it would’ve burnt if I’d gone through with taking her again, taking her and bending her.

“Damn, sorry,” I said, grinning. “Good save. Hunger wins out, huh?”

She ignored the comment, though her stomach grumbled to confirm it regardless. Never mind the fact that her nipples poked at the fabric of my shirt. She was hot for me again; no way, she wasn’t.

I’d suck on those nipples through the fabric, leave two little wet patches, then rip the whole thing up and feast on her pussy.

“Logan?”

“Huh? What?”

“You’re, um, staring.”

Well done, dickwad. Now you’re scaring her. “Right. The bacon. The food. Let’s get a pot of water on to boil. You liked poached eggs, right?”

“Love them! They’re literally my favorite way to have eggs.”

“With a runny yolk?” I asked, diverting my thoughts from the sunshine and heaven between her smooth, silky legs.

“Of course,” Katie replied. “I’m not one of those heathens who eat egg yolks hard.”

“Good, because I’d have had to throw you out of the bungalow if that was the case. Two things I can’t abide, gorgeous, are hard-boiled eggs and well-done steak.”

“You and I are going to get along just fine, in that case,” she said and laughed. It was like bells pealing on a Sunday afternoon. Christ, she was adorable. “So, what can I help with? You’re doing the eggs, which means I can do the…?”

Bending. I had to get a handle on this before I lost control with her again. “Mushrooms,” I said. “Chop the mushrooms. We’ll cook ‘em in butter and eat them on the side. And shit, we’ll do some roasted tomato with rosemary and garlic too.”

“Wow,” she said. “You like cooking?”

“Love it,” I replied. “When I’m not working, at least.”

“You work a lot?”

“You could say that.” I walked over to the kitchen cabinet and got out the pot, then took it over to the sink to fill it, ignoring the urges which almost overtook me every time I was near her.

“Me too,” she said. “I write articles, but I’m pretty much always working.”

“What do you do for fun?” I asked, trying to distract myself from her tight little body, with thoughts of who she was as a person. It was an exercise in futility.

“I read,” she said. “Wild, right? I read, I travel sometimes, and I spend time with my mom and her dog, Butch. I like family time. Being at home and chilling out is pretty much what I like to do, I guess. What about you?”

I turned off the faucet and brought the pot back to the stove, placing it on the eye still hot from cooking the bacon. “Fun? What’s that?” I asked, a half-smile parting my lips.

Katie stared at me for a second longer than absolutely necessary before turning back to her workstation. She’d already chopped half the mushrooms on a wooden board and brought the next one under the knife. Her movements were sure, decisive. She put her whole body into bringing that knife down, and shit, even that turned me on.

“What?” she asked without looking up from her work.

“What?”

“You’re staring at me,” she said.

“I can’t help it,” I replied. “You look good enough to eat.”

She stalled mid-chop and cut the rest of the mushroom totally skew. Her grip trembled on the knife, and she turned her head slightly, looking at me out of the corner of her eyes. “Good enough to eat?”

“Yes,” I said and walked up behind her. I couldn’t take it a second longer. I couldn’t watch her work that knife, leaning ever so slightly forward, her one foot tucked behind the other, toes resting on the tiles.

I stood behind her and pressed my weight into her, my rock hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks, the tip grazing the small of her back. The bottom of the shirt lifted a little, exposing more of her thighs.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

“No,” I said, and took hold of her chin, tilting it to one side. “Logan.” I kissed her cheek, sucked a little of it into my mouth then released it again, moving on to the line of her chin. She turned her face toward me, breaths rushing from between those plush, pillow lips.

What would they look like wrapped around my dick? How would she sound choking on it? Fuck, I had to know. But not now. Now, I had to be inside her, watching them quiver as she came.

“Logan,” she said.

“That’s right.” I kissed her and ground my cock into her ass.

Her grip on the knife loosened, and it clattered to the countertop. Katie moaned and circled her hips, shaking, desperate. “Please,” she said, against my mouth.

“I love it when you beg for me,” I growled, and nipped her bottom lip. Another second of this and I’d break. I dragged my shirt up and over her juicy ass, then spanked her left cheek once.

Katie cried out and lurched forward, bracing her arms on either side of the chopping board.

“You drive me wild, woman. You have no idea what you do to me, or what I’m going to do to you. You want to know? I’m going to use your body for my pleasure, and I’m going to give you more than you know how to handle. You’re going to come so hard you’ll go cross-eyed.”

“Fuck,” she whispered, trembling beneath my grip.

I smoothed my hands down her body, around to the front and pinched her nipples, hard.

“Fuck!” Katie repeated. “Tell me what else you’re going to do to me.”

“You want to know?”

“Yes, please. Please, Logan. Tell me and I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine,” I replied, and moved my hands to her bare ass again. I parted the cheeks slightly and dipped my finger in between, tracing that puckered, tight little asshole.

She tensed against me and I chuckled. “Not that, yet.”

“But someday?” she asked, and the hope in her voice had me right on the edge in an instant.

“Sooner than someday,” I replied, and lowered myself to my knees behind her.

“What are you doing?”

“Spanking you.” And I followed through with a sharp slap on her ass. The meat jiggled and I traced the red welt with kisses, wet and warm. She was delicious, her skin clean and lightly fragrant from the soap she’d used in the shower.

“And then?”

“Greedy,” I said and dragged a finger between her swollen pussy lips. “I like that about you. Next, I’m going to play with your clit.” I did exactly that, popping my fingers against it, then circling it again.

Katie whined and moved her ass in time with my flicks, my teasing.

She had the perfect inner thigh gap, a heart-shaped ass. “Now, I’m going to eat your sweet, hot cunt. Run my tongue between those dripping lips and drink you up. Fucking devour you, Jinx.”

“Oh god.” She arched her back.

“Then I’m going to slip my tongue deep inside you and fuck you with it, slow at first, then faster, and faster, while I toy with your clit.”

Katie was speechless now, and pressed her ass backward, demanding what I’d promised her.

I buried my face between those ass cheeks, right in her pussy, and did exactly what I’d dreamed of doing since the minute I’d first met her. I wet my nose, my lips, circled her clit with my thumb, fucked her tight hole with my tongue. She was totally flavorless, clean and fucking delicious.

Her pussy was my new paradise, and I never wanted to leave. I tongue-fucked her until she screamed through her first orgasm, her walls tightening around my tongue, more of her cum flooding it. She was totally ready for me now, as ready as I should’ve made her the first time I’d taken her.

I waited for her to come down from the orgasm, then rose behind her, unbuttoning my pants. My dick was so fucking ready it dripped for her. I ran it over her ass cheeks, placed my hand on her back, and forced her flat on the counter. The knife slid over the edge and clanged onto the tiles on the other side.

“What next?” she breathed.

“I’m going to fill you with every inch of my dick, Jinx,” I whispered, voice thick with desire. “I’m going to fuck you until you come again, and then I’m going to pump you full of my hot cum.”

She shifted her hands and gripped the edge of the counter, the ring on her left hand glinting. If anything, the fact that we were “married” made this hotter. My cock grew thicker still.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s what I want.”

I rested my tip between her lips, wiped her juices across my head and just fucking groaned. She was a furnace down there. And so damn wet. Christ, I needed to make her come again before this was through, but plunging into her now would surely be my undoing.

Instead, I reached around and played with her pink pearl again, flicked it and circled it. She moaned and backed onto me, catching me at exactly the right angle. My head slipped inside.

“Shit,” I growled. “Shit, Katie, slow down or I’ll blow my load inside you right now.”

“No,” she said. “I want it. I want it all.” She worked her hips back and took more of me. I could do nothing but play with her, watch as her pussy swallowed my cock whole. She stretched to accommodate my girth and made good on her promise.

She took it all, right to the base, which was a first for me. That’d never happened with anyone before. We fit together perfectly, like a key in the right lock. Once the door opened, fuck, there was only pleasure and satisfaction.

Katie hesitated, speared as she was on my length, then shifted forward again. I let her take control—another first for me—watching as she moved back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until the wet slap of our flesh meeting was the only noise in the kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, more, more, more,” she shrieked.

I circled her clit, faster and faster. My balls drew tight against my body. “Baby, I’m going to come. Stop or I’ll come.”

Katie picked up the pace, taking more, faster. “Yes,” she moaned. “I want your cum. I want it! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck! I’m coming. I’m coming, Logan!”

My name on her lips was the final straw. I burst over the edge and came inside her throbbing cunt, filled her as she’d asked for, drawing myself in and out as I did. The pressure was too much, my dick too big for her, and some of our juices squirted out of her as I thrust back in.

I held myself inside her, pressed both hands to the small of her back while I let the cum soak in. “Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re unbelievable.”

Katie groaned and her forehead hit the counter. She was spent.

The hiss and spit of water hitting the hot stove brought me back from my post-sex reverie. The pot of water had boiled over.