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🕑 Added 2025-05-10 17:00:03 +0000 UTCThe kitchen smelled like coffee, cinnamon, and something darker β something hotter, electric in the air.
I stood barefoot on the cold tile, my silk robe slipping from my shoulders, my skin already tingling with anticipation. I could feel his eyes trailing over me from across the room, lazy and hungry.
"Come here," he said.
I crossed the room slowly, deliberately, hips swaying, heart racing.
When I reached him, he didnβt waste a second. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me to my knees at his feet. I looked up at him, wide-eyed and waiting, feeling my body melt just from the weight of his gaze.
I opened my mouth for him without being asked.
The first touch of him against my tongue made my whole body shiver. I moaned around him as he slid deeper, filling me until my throat tightened. My hands clutched his thighs, trying to hold myself steady as he rocked gently into me, each thrust pushing deeper, making my eyes water and my toes curl against the tile.
He groaned β that low, raw sound that made my core clench β and I felt him grow even harder against my lips.
But he wasnβt done with me.
He pulled back, smirking down at my ruined face, then nudged me onto my back on the cold floor. His hands gripped my ankles, lifting them high, and I knew what he wanted without a word.
I flexed my feet for him β teasing, playful β and wrapped my toes around him, stroking, squeezing, making him groan again as he rocked against the soft soles of my feet.
"Good girl," he whispered, voice dark with praise.
The praise made me wetter. Needier.
He didnβt make me wait long.
He grabbed my hips, lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, and pushed into me hard β sliding into my dripping heat, filling me so deep I cried out and clutched at the counterβs edge. His hands stayed on my thighs, forcing me open, taking everything he wanted.
The world blurred.
The counter creaked beneath us. My back arched. My moans echoed off the kitchen walls.
And just when I thought I couldnβt take any more, he slipped lower β shifting, teasing my other entrance with slow, deliberate pressure. I gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders, but I didnβt pull away.
I wanted it all.
He took his time, stretching me carefully, making me feel every inch until he was buried inside me again β deeper now, fuller, harder. I sobbed out his name, clinging to him, completely overwhelmed and totally his.
The thrusts built faster, rougher, until my body was shaking, sweat slick between us, the need clawing up my spine.
And when he finally let go β spilling inside me with a growl, pulling me close like he couldnβt stand even an inch of distance between us β I broke apart too, moaning against his throat, body pulsing around him, full, used, adored.
We stayed like that for a long time.
Sticky. Breathless. Smiling.
Just a girl in her kitchen, ruined the way she loved best.
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