Rolling over in Jason’s bed I stretch my arm to search for him before opening my eyes. When I feel his side empty, I crack a groggy glance around and see I’m alone. Stretching my body like a cat feels so good after the workout that man’s been giving me. I keep waiting for him to get tired, but it’s been three days and we’ve only gotten out of bed to eat and shower.

Sounds from the kitchen travel over the divider wall and I smile, listening to him humming as he cooks breakfast. “What’s better than waking up to the smell of bacon?” I call out.

With mock-seriousness he calls back, “Waking up to the smell of my cock!”

Laughing I throw the cover off and walk out, buck naked. He’s naked, too, and looking gorgeous as ever. “I knew you were going to say that, Jason.”

“You set ‘em up, I’ll knock ‘em down,” he smirks, using a fork to turn strips over in order to brown them to a nice crisp. His eyes rest several hot moments on my bouncing breasts and he breathes in through his teeth a sexy hiss.

I might have made this walk a little bouncier than normal.

It’s been heaven to feel his hungry looks lighting me up. They’ve freed me to walk around like this without insecurity. I’m average looking. Cute, maybe. But Jason makes me feel beautiful just as I am. Not just with his saying it, which he’s done several times at the most unexpected moments, but by how he looks at me.

No one has ever looked at me the way he does.

“Still sore, babe?”

Nodding, I murmur, “Mmhmm. But I don’t mind.”

“Come over here,” he growls.

I hurry over to his side and he slides his free hand between my legs. My tummy clenches with desire immediately. He’s conditioned this response. Dampness is just my way of life now. I’m going to have to buy extra panties.

As he teases my pussy I moan at his skill. Can’t be jealous of any of the girls from his past because they’ve made him the talent he is today.

He fingers my clit, sliding the pad of his middle finger slowly over it, then picking up speed on the side he’s discovered is my most sensitive.

I grab onto the counter and bend forward over the bread he’s laid out for toasting. He moves his hand around the back and reaches under my ass, slipping two digits inside my pussy. I arch and moan, closing my eyes in ecstasy.

“Faster, Jason.”

“Dirty tiny bitch, that’s what you are.”

I moan, “Fucking damn right,” craning my ass up higher by rising on my tiptoes.

Jason groans, but keeps poking the bacon with a fork as he fucks me with three fingers now. “Shit, Sarah, you’re making the bacon look boring.”

Panting I shake my head, “Bacon’s never boring.”

He chuckles and pushes his fingers really deep, touching my g-spot. I cry out and rub against his palm. “Cum for me, Sarah. That’s right, you greedy little nemesis.”

Laughing I wiggle against his fingers until a high-pitched moan escapes my core. I slap my palms on the countertop as he pushes my orgasm over the edge with the hottest, rough thrusts of his digits. The sounds he’s making, his breath hitching, the masculine groans as he watches me break wide open for him are so fucking hot I want more.

“Fuck me,” I growl.

He chuckles, “I’m cooking.”

“Fuck me right now or you’ll never see me again.”

“Well, since you put it that way.” He tosses the fork in the sink, tearing his sweats down his thighs, coming behind me and ramming into me so hard and fast I cry out from the ache. I’m so sore from the fuck-fest we’ve been having but it’s a delicious feeling to be filled by him when my pussy is still trembling with aftershocks. I’m loving every single fucking second of this.

He snarls through gritted teeth, “Happy now?” as he grips my ass and fucks me from behind.

“No! Harder!”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans. “And you’re going to get what you asked for you.”

“Call me a bitch again.”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to growl in my ear, “How about I call you a cunt?” slamming his whole glorious length into me, balls deep.

“Say cunt again, Jason, you fucking cocky bastard.”

He groans in my ear and I feel his girth thicken inside me. “Sopping wet tight little…cunnnnntttt. Eating me whole. Begging for more.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Keep going.”

“Sarah, I should have known you liked it rough.”

“Harder!”

He chuckles in my ear, grabs my thighs and lifts me off the ground. I’m holding onto the counter like I’m Superman spread eagle flying through the air.

“This is crazy!” I start laughing.

He starts cracking up, too, then moves a little slower. The sensation of his full shaft penetrating me when I’m this slippery and excited is so amazing I start to moan. He lets out a primal sound and growls, “I’m cumming in like two seconds.”

“Me too.” The burning tingles begin to spread and travel all the way down my legs and up my chest as the orgasm approaches. He keeps moving nice and slow, dragging out the agony of nearing ecstasy. I start moaning, sucking in my breath and quivering all over. Jason gets harder right before he cums and that sends me right over the edge.

He roars and starts panting, “I can feel you cumming, baby! Yes! Holy fuck! Yes!”

“Ooooohhhh,” I whimper, knuckles white, everything tense as he pours all of his semen into me until it spills over.

When he lowers my legs I can’t even stand up. I start to collapse but he catches me in time, pulling me against his hard body.

He grunts, “Let’s go out for breakfast.”

I glance over and see the bacon is charred to black. “Mmhmm.”

He chuckles and kisses the top of my hair.

“Finally got you to shut up.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you, too.”