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“I don't, usually. At least never anywhere that anyone can see me. But it seemed like a day to dance,” I reply.

His hand is distracting me. It slips under the front of my shirt, finding my inner thigh and rising higher.

“I like seeing you comfortable here. You made me a feast.” His finger teases the seem of my panties.

“I wanted to cook for you. I told you I’m not the greatest cook, but this is one meal that I can do well. I had to feed my man,” I say playfully. I press my hips into him, feeling how happy he is to see me.

“Your man. I like the sound of that,” he growls. He slips his hand inside and pulls my panties down. “There is another thing you could do for your man.”

“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“Let me fuck,” he cups me, “this pussy.”

“Well, I want you to be happy this morning.” I sigh. “If I have to let you do that, I will.” As if it will be a hardship—I can’t get enough of him.

He pushes me down suddenly to the counter with a hand on my back, flipping the back of my shirt over my ass, and plunges inside me.

“Take me,” he grunts. “You feel even better today. How is that possible?”

I can’t answer him. My hands grasp the lip of the counter and hold on. He controls everything at this moment.

I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him. He is so big but seems to fit me perfectly. He pulls my hair, wrapping it around his fist, forcing me to look back at him. I watch as he takes me.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You,” I responded.

“Who?”

“Ryker,” I moan.

“You would let me fuck you however I want, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

“I want you ready for me whenever and however I want,” he instructs.

“Yes, Ryker,” I whimper.

“Your pussy is perfect. I want you to open for me all the time.”

“Yes,” I agree.

“Were you thinking about last night while you were cooking?” he asks.

“Yes, I was.”

“Were you excited?” he asks.

“I was,” I replied.

“Did you want my cock again?” he rumbles in my ear.

“Fuck, yes!” I yell.

He speeds up his thrusts. Letting go of my hair, he digs his fingers into my hips and holds me still. They rub against the counter when he grinds his hips.

“Watch me,” he growls. “I want to see your eyes while I fuck you.”