I cannot believe that I’m sitting on my knees, at Heath’s feet, and I have my hand wrapped around his cock while he feeds me dinner. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life. I feel not only extremely turned on, but I feel naughty too. Heath seems to always make me feel naughty.

“I’m not hungry for food anymore,” I rasp.

Heath’s fingers tighten in my hair and tug my head back a little bit more. My eyes lift to his golden ones and I smile, running my tongue along my bottom lip.

“You aren’t? What are you hungry for then, Kinsley?” he asks, almost on a whisper.

Raking my teeth along my bottom lip I attempt to lean forward, his hand in my hair loosens as I press my lips to the tip of his dick. “Open,” he rasps.

Opening my mouth, I try to take him inside of me, but he doesn’t allow it. His hold on my hair tightens again and my head is unmovable. He makes a tsking sound then stands. Without a word, he sinks down my throat as far as he can. His gaze stays affixed to mine as he slowly and methodically fucks my mouth.

The sound of his grunts fill the room and my nipples harden even more as my pussy grows wet. I’m causing him to make those sounds. His eyes are focused intently on mine while he sinks farther and farther down my throat. He’s stretching my mouth, like he stretches my pussy, and it’s so damn sexy.

“Goddamn,” he growls before he pulls out of me.

I watch as he strokes his cock quickly, giving it a few pumps before his cum begins to land against my breasts in warm spurts, much like it did in my backyard. His eyes slowly slide closed as he finishes his climax. I watch as a smirk tips his lips as his eyes slowly open and he looks down at me.

“Your mouth is like heaven, Sugar,” he chuckles.

I wrap my hand around the side of the table to anchor myself as I begin to stand but Heath clears his throat. I freeze my movements, my eyes catching his. “Kinsley, when we’re together like this, you’re on your knees,” he grins.

“Seriously?” I breathe.

The next thing I know, he’s sitting down again, his hand moving to between my thighs. I feel two fingers fill me and I let out a long groan at the sensation. “Oh yeah, Sugar, seriously. Especially, since you’re fucking seriously wet,” he chuckles.

Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the side of his neck as I roll my hips, fucking his fingers at the same time his fingers fuck me. His palm grinds against my clit with each thrust of my hips and it causes my breath to hitch.

Heath pulls his fingers out of me and then paints my lips with my wetness. His fingers slip along my mouth, but they don’t go inside like I anticipate.

I watch, instead, as those fingers slip into his own mouth and he sucks them off. Then, without a word, he leans down and brushes his lips across my own, his tongue licking my wetness from my mouth.

“Now, I want you to climb onto my lap, facing the table and sit on my cock,” he instructs.

I don’t say anything and I don’t ask any questions. It’s as if my brain has been shut completely off. Standing, I lift one leg over his and then straddle his hips. He positions his cock against my center, and slowly I sink down as far as I can.

“Finish your dinner, Kinsley,” he orders.

I whimper, as one of his hands begins to stroke my clit. “I can’t, not when you’re touching me, Heath.”

“Yes you can. Just relax, Sugar. You’re going to need your strength for later,” he rasps against my shoulder before his tongue tastes my skin.

I want to know what later means, what will be happening, but his fingers feel too good, and all I want is more of them touching me.

Kinsley’s body is tense as she sits perfectly still on my cock, her arm moving to bring a bite of food into her mouth. I continue stroking her clit, slowly, careful not to bring her too close toward an orgasm. I want her to be on edge the entire time.

“Tell me how you feel, Sugar,” I murmur, my lips skimming her neck.

Goosebumps break out over her entire body. I don’t stop touching her sweet clit though, my fingers move slowly and methodically. She lets out a small moan before she speaks. “You feel amazing, I feel amazing,” she whimpers.

I place my free hand against her lower stomach, holding her in place as my fingers speed up against her pussy. “Heath,” she purrs.

I chuckle, glancing over her shoulder at her plate and notice that it’s almost empty. “Lean back against my chest, Sugar,” I gently demand.

Abandoning her food, she does as I’ve asked. Her face turning to the side. Her lips touch my neck and I feel her breath against my skin. I gently slap her clit which causes a gasp to erupt from her mouth.

She whimpers against my neck as my fingers quickly move in circles. Her hips begin to roll involuntarily, jerking beneath my touch, which causes my own groan to escape at the feel of her pussy fluttering around me.

“Goddamn woman,” I growl.

My fingers move harder, and faster, beads of sweat breaking out over my forehead as they do. My other hand gently glides up the center of her chest and I pinch one of her nipples between my fingers and tug. Kinsley moans again, her hips rolling and jerking against my touch.

When her pussy squeezes me, and she sobs with her release, I don’t waste a second. Standing up, I guide her feet to the ground, my cock never leaving her body. “Hold onto the table,” I demand.

Her hands immediately slam onto the tabletop. Wrapping my hands around her hips I fuck her from behind. It’s hard and fast, my rhythm brutal as I pound into her tight cunt. Closing my eyes I feel that tingle in my lower back, alerting me to being on the brink of my own release as I slam against her.

Each thrust is harder than the last until I drive my cock deep inside of her one last time and come on a groan. My cum shoots deep inside of her, and I know without a doubt if she wasn’t pregnant before, she assuredly is now. The thought makes me smile.

If she did get pregnant, I would demand she quit her job immediately. I wouldn’t wait, attempting to ease her into the idea of being locked up here with me twenty-four-seven.

“Oh my God,” she moans beneath me.

Her chest is pressed to the table, her hands are in front of her and our dinner is shoved to the side, and almost on the floor. Using my hand, I shift her dark hair to the side. Leaning over her back I press my lips to her shoulder, my hips slowly and gently moving my dick in and out of her warm, sticky, wet pussy.

“Is this what you meant by me needing to have strength for later?” she asks, letting out a breath.

I chuckle. This isn’t even the fucking beginning, but my girl needs to be eased into this shit. “For now, Sugar.”

I nip her shoulder and slowly step away from her, allowing my cock to slip from her center. She lets out a whimper and I watch as my cum slips from her pussy. It’s fucking spectacular to see our mixed releases sliding from her body. The proof that I took her without a condom, the proof that she’s mine.

“You can walk toward our bedroom. But I want you to slip between the sheets and wait for me,” I state as I pull my jeans up my thighs and hips.

She stands, turning around and tilts her head to the side. “Right now?” she asks.

Lifting my chin, I wink. “Yeah, Sugar right now. I’m not done with you for the night. I need you to come at least once more before we go to sleep,” I shrug.

“Heath,” she shivers. I watch as her nipples harden and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip at the pretty sight.

Reaching out, I slap my palm against her plump ass. She lets out a yelp of surprise, but I can’t take the sight off of my pink print against her creamy skin. I want more of that, later. She better get her ass in bed, or she’ll be fucking me in here again.

Without having to tell her again, she moves quickly toward the bedroom. I watch her ass move with each step she takes, and I groan, rubbing the outside of my pants as my cock aches for more of her. Tonight is going to be another long night, I hope she doesn’t have anything taxing to do at work tomorrow.