LOGINThe kitchen was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the soft sound of him moving around behind me.I stood at the counter in nothing but one of his shirts, the hem barely covering the tops of my thighs. Every shift of my weight sent a slow trickle of him down my inner thigh. Elias came up behind me, chest warm against my back, and set a plate down in front of me. Simple food. Nothing fancy. His hand settled on my hip, thumb stroking absently over the fabric.“Eat,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”I ate. He stayed close the entire time, one hand never leaving me — resting on my waist, sliding down to cup my ass, occasionally drifting between my legs to check how wet I still was. Every time his fingers brushed the slick mess he’d left, my breath hitched. He didn’t comment. Just kept feeding me, steady and calm, like this was the most natural thing in the world.When the plate was empty he turned me around, wiped a crumb from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, and push
The hour ended the way it always did — with him closing the laptop, setting it aside, and looking at me like the waiting was finally over.I was still in his lap, still full of him, thighs aching from the stillness. His cock had softened and hardened again more than once while he worked. Every time it thickened inside me I had to bite my lip and stay quiet. Now he was fully hard, and the look in his eyes said playtime was done.“Ride,” he said simply. “Hard. I want to feel this cunt work for every inch.”I did. Slow at first, then harder when his hands tightened on my hips and guided the rhythm. The wet sound of me sliding up and down his cock filled the bedroom. He let me set the pace until I was close, then took over, thrusting up to meet me, one hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, perfect circles. I came with a broken cry, forehead dropping to his shoulder. He held me through it and kept moving until he finished inside me with a low groan, grinding deep and filling me
He didn’t pull out right away.We stayed locked together in the wrecked sheets, his weight pinning me down, his cock still pulsing inside me with the last of his orgasm. My wrists ached from where he’d held them. Between my legs I was a dripping, throbbing mess — the morning load mixed with everything he’d just dumped into me, the ache so deep it felt permanent.Elias lifted his head and looked down at me. His eyes were dark, hungry, nowhere near finished.“Breathe,” he said. “You’re going to need it. I’m not even close to done with this cunt.”He kissed me hard and filthy, tongue sliding against mine, then finally eased out. I felt the thick, wet slide of him leaving me and the immediate warm gush of cum leaking onto the sheets. He watched it with open satisfaction, then shoved three fingers back inside me and held them there, sealing his cum in like he owned the right to keep it there.“Keep these legs open. Wide. I want to stare at this messy little hole while I decide how I’m goin
I woke up to his hand between my legs and his mouth against my ear.The room was still dark. Gray pre-dawn light barely touched the edges of the curtains. Chloe’s alarm wouldn’t go off for at least another forty minutes. Elias’s fingers were already working inside me — two of them, slow and deep — while his thumb pressed firm circles over my clit. I was still sticky from the night before. Still open. Still full of everything he’d left in me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and heat. “Don’t make a sound.”I bit down on the pillow. He fucked me with his fingers in lazy, possessive strokes, palm pressing against me, stretching me open like he was reminding himself of the shape of me. Every time I got close he eased off just enough to leave me shaking.“You’ve been leaking on my sheets all night,” he said against my neck. “I woke up hard and you were already soaked. Like your body knows who it belongs to even when you’re unconscious.”He pulled his fingers out. I made a bro
Chloe came downstairs in sweatpants and a tank top, hair still damp, and dropped into her chair with a long sigh.“I am never picking up a double again,” she announced. “My feet are dead. My back is dead. Everything is dead.”“Dramatic,” Elias said, setting a bowl of pasta in front of her.“Accurate.” She twirled noodles around her fork and looked between us. “You two are quiet. Did something happen today or are you just both permanently low-energy now?”My pulse kicked. Under the table I pressed my thighs tighter together. The pressure only made me more aware of how wet I still was — how full of him.“Long day,” Elias said easily. “Nothing interesting.”He glanced at me over the rim of his glass. The look lasted half a second. It was enough. Heat crawled up my neck. I forked pasta into my mouth and focused on chewing like it required all my concentration. Every time I shifted in my chair, I felt him. Every time I crossed my ankles, the fabric of my shorts dragged against the sensitiv
Not at the table. Standing at the kitchen counter while he fed me bites of a sandwich he’d thrown together, one hand resting possessively on my bare ass the entire time. Every so often his fingers would drift lower, sliding through the thick, slick mess still coating my thighs, and I’d have to stop mid-chew and brace myself against the edge of the counter just to stay upright.“Swallow,” he said calmly when I paused too long. “You’re going to need the energy. I’m not done with this cunt.”I swallowed. He gave me another bite. The ordinary domesticity of it — being fed in the middle of the kitchen while his cum slowly dried on my skin and leaked down my legs — made everything filthier. Outside, the afternoon light was starting to soften toward evening. Somewhere across the city Chloe’s shift was counting down. In here, time still belonged entirely to him.When the sandwich was gone he wiped my mouth with his thumb, then pushed the thumb between my lips so I could clean it. I sucked it