Page 102 of Perfect Chemistry

“Don’t start shit you won’t finish,” I scolded, trying to pull away from him.

Kai chuckled darkly and hugged me tighter against his chest. “I bet I can unwind you before they get here,” he whispered as one of his hands rubbed my stomach before dipping into my pants.

“Kai,” I whimpered.

“Let me make you feel better, Kitkat.”

I leaned back into his embrace and rested my head on his shoulder. He began softly kissing my neck as his fingers slid into my panties and to find my already soaking wet clit. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

“I need to be inside you. Now. Drop your pants and bend over the island, baby,” he ordered in a low voice.

I didn’t need to be told twice. My pants were down a second later and I was perched over the island with my ass in the air. I was reminded of my first night in this house, when he promised to fuck me on this very counter.

Why hadn’t we done this yet?

“Uh, ahh,” I moaned loudly when he suddenly thrust all of the way in. My breath stuttered. There was no more foreplay needed between us. My whole body was humming with the feeling of being filled and fucked each time he bottomed out, pressed against my ass. “Harder,” I moaned loudly.

“Whatever.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Want.” Thrust. He slammed into me over and over. “Fuck!” He cursed, picking up the pace. “I will never get used to how good you feel squeezing me like you do.”

“Kai, I’m close,” I whimpered, feeling that tightness in my stomach. How was I so close to coming?

He grabbed my right leg and opened me up further, and I thought I was going to see stars as his balls slapped into my clit. “Oh god!” I yelled, loving the spot he was hitting in the deepest part of my core.

Kai grunted behind me, holding my left knee half up on the counter. “Come for me, Kitkat. Come all over my dick before the mover gets here,” he growled behind me before leaning further into me and nibbling my back.

I felt his cock start to swell and twitch, signaling his own impending orgasm. With my breast stimulated by the friction against the counter, the positioning and the lewdness of possibly being caught by the movers; it was all I needed. Knowing how much I turned him on was the biggest freaking turn on for me.

I came, shivering and convulsing on the kitchen island as Kai grabbed me by the hips and thrust once more before coming deep inside of me. Laying across the counter, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You know I am going to be useless now, right?” I asked him.

“But you won’t be stressed, and I won’t be blue balled watching you strut around in my clothes,” he retorted, pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants.

I slid off of the counter as Kai began pulling my pants up. “I need to go clean up now,” I giggled.

Before I could get two steps away, I was pulled back into Kai’s arms. “Leave it. I want you to have my cum dripping down your delicious thighs while they move you into our house. And when they leave,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every room, and on every surface of our home.”

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I woke up feeling like crap. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t even want to brush my teeth, let alone get dressed and drive two towns over to be poked and prodded. Kai wasn’t having it though. He let me sleep in until eight, but now he was pulling the blankets off of the bed, and dragging me to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“Come one. You agreed,” he reminded me as I stumbled out of the bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

I glared at him in annoyance. “You can’t ask me stuff in bed, Kai. I will agree to anything and you know it! It shouldn’t count!”

“It’s happening.”

“We’re really doing this?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Can’t we just wait another two days?” I whined against his shoulder.

“Nope. I took the whole week off for this. It’s happening,” he replied.

“But I don’t want to. Things are fine right now,” I argued back.

“Are they?” He asked, pulling back to look at me. “Do you have the meds you need to be taking? Do you have a doctor you can call when you are sick? Who do you have to talk to about your health? What about all that shit from the IED attack? Do you really know all of the lasting side effects it will have on your body?”

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