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Dustin

S omething’s off. I can’t place my finger on it, but I feel it in my bones the second I enter the house. I kick my shoes off and follow the smell of food while tugging my shirttails free from the waistband of my pants.

I nearly slip on my stocking feet and fall right on my ass when I round the corner into the kitchen and see Tina perched on the counter. A silky robe is open to reveal a lacy peach corset barely covering her generous tits. I swear the color is my new kryptonite. I’m fucking weak and I haven’t even touched her yet.

As if she hasn’t shocked me enough, she slowly parts her legs. “Hungry?”

The fact she’s initiating sex is huge and so out of the norm, inside, I’m losing my shit. Outwardly, playing it cool, I drag my eyes from the apex of her thighs to her vibrant green eyes. “I could eat.”

“Glad to hear it.” A subtle shift of one shoulder, and the robe slips down her arm. I zero in on her pale nipples poking through the lace. She begins toying with one.

I take a step closer, nodding towards her panties. “Show me how glad.”

She spreads her legs farther apart, proudly showing how damp she is for me. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me again since I left the office, and I haven’t been dry since.”

“God damn, woman, you’re not making it easy to go slow.”

“Fuck going slow,” she says with fire in her eyes.

In three steps I’m in front of her. She drops her hands to the counter to brace for impact. I groan the minute my hips find prime parking between her thighs. Her heat soaks through my slacks. Is there a better way to end the day? I think not. Blindly, I reach behind me with my foot, pulling a barstool closer. I settle into the seat without taking my eyes off hers. “Remember you said that later when you have trouble walking.” Flimsy lace tears under my greedy fingers as I shove her panties aside. If there’s a prettier sight, I can’t think of one. Like a peach rose, dewy and blooming just for me.

With my thumbs, I open her up, exposing her swollen pearl. I flatten my tongue and apply enough pressure to scoot her ass back on the counter, licking up one side and down the other. When her musky honey touches my taste buds, I’m hard-pressed not to come like a one-pump chump. “Delicious,” I groan, diving in deep to get a better taste of her. “You should be a food group.”

She covers her mouth when a giggle sneaks out. Smiling, I nip at the crease of her thigh before redoubling my efforts. I know she’s close when a fresh flood of her juices fills my mouth and her legs begin to shake under my palms. Her hands find their way into my hair when I add my fingers into the mix, stroking her G-spot in earnest.

Like in the office, her thighs clamp down on my head and she begins barking orders. “Just like that… use your tongue… harder.” She uses the thick strands at the back of my head to guide me where she wants me.

I chuckle into her body. Seems my little mouse has flipped the script on me and is showing her claws. When I punish her clit with my tongue, she goes off like a rocket, fucking my stiff finger with abandon. Hearing her chant my name when she comes is like a dream come true.

As soon as her rigid muscles go lax, I wrap one arm around her waist and carry her to the table, flipping her face down onto the surface. She grunts and slaps her palms onto the wood, preventing her face from making contact. I tear her thong from her body, the scraps fluttering to the floor like confetti while I pull my raging cock free. I moan the second the cool air hits my heated skin.

Two red spots mark her ass from the granite counter. I squeeze each cheek, pulling her open. “Hold on, peach. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” The force of my thrust slams her hips into the table.

She cries out and another flood of her juices coats my dick. She reaches back with one hand and feebly waves it around like she’s got an objection. It’s too late for that. Roughly, I pin her wrists to the small of her back, hoping to wake her lethargic ass up. “This is happening.” There’s no escaping what comes next this time. For either of us. I pull back and slam into her again. “Just you and me, and you’ll remember every second of it.” I slap her ass to get my point across. The sound echoes in the room and her core squeezes me like a fist. “You like that, huh?” She makes a disgruntled sound, and I laugh. “Good to know my little pet likes to be spanked. We’ll revisit that later.”

The slick slide of my cock and the way she grips me like a vice is too good. I lower my upper body to her back. A whoosh of air leaves her lungs. “I like you like this,” I whisper near her ear. “Pinned by my dick and under my weight.” Pulling out and coming all over her back is appealing, but not as much as finishing inside of her, watching it leak out of her afterward. My balls draw up tight and the tingle in my spine is the last warning bell before I unload deep inside of her. The last few punches of my hips are involuntary, rocking the table along the floor with short snapping screeches. Her walls flutter around me in the softest tickle, so I keep doing it until she’s revved up again. “Come for me again or I’ll stay inside you until dinner burns.”

“You are such an asshole.” She claws the table with her short nails, and I want them down my back, marking me bloody. Next time, I promise myself. We’re nowhere near done.

I smile when she grinds her mound into the edge of the table. “You know what I think?” I ask when she pulses around me some more. “Deep down you like me being an asshole.” It’s not denial, but ecstasy pure and simple, having her tossing her head from side to side as I fuck her until we orgasm together.

The room fills with our labored breaths. I half-rise, smiling as I take in my handiwork. Tina looks well fucked. Her arms are flung out wide, her hair is a mess, and her ass is marked with my handprints. I realize in this moment I’m the one completely fucked because I’ve never wanted her more.

“Four times in one day. Impressive.”

“Shut up.” She glares at me as I shovel a bite into my mouth, but I see the twinkle in her eyes at my reference to the number of orgasms I delivered today. I purposely sat at the spot where I had her bent over, making sure she noticed me touching the surface. The memory of it is fucking hot and it’s not easy to concentrate on the meal. A few times I nearly stab my face with my fork.

Dropping my utensil to my empty plate, I sit back, rubbing my full belly. “I think I want that for my last meal.” I wink, letting her figure out if I mean fucking her or the food I just devoured. “You’re so good to me, peach. Be careful, a man could get used to this.”

“You used to call me that,” she says. “Why?”

“What, peach?” She nods, and I lean over picking up the remains of her thong, twirling it around my finger. Stalling.

I think about telling her I don’t remember why, but it would be a lie. The nickname came to me the first day I saw her entering school. She walked through a shaft of sunlight and fucking glowed, a shock of peach in the otherwise sepia sea of boring people. It punched me in the face as if to say, She’s the one. I stood speechless too long, and Connor swooped in, and the rest is history.

But since I don’t want to sound like a lovesick pussy, I tease her instead. “At first it was just your hair, and now it’s your nipples and your pretty peach pu—”

She holds up one of her hands. “I get it.” With her face flaming, she takes her plate to the sink. After we fucked, she went to her room bare-ass, returning with baggy sweats and her corset still on. The combination is my Tina in a nutshell. Cozy and sexy.

I move in close behind her, nuzzling the hair away from her neck with my nose so I can get at the soft spot under her ear. I take the sponge from her hand and drop it in the sink. “You can leave these dishes for tomorrow. I have other pressing things I need you to do.”

We end up taking a play out of Colin and Stacy’s playbook and fucking all night.