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"Are you just going to stand there and stare like a creep?" My Angel says, a smile stretched across those gorgeous plump lips of hers. She's looking down at the bowl as she mixes something that smells fucking delicious, only wearing my shirt, her hair up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.

I grin at her words and push myself off the door frame. I remove my cut and place it on the counter, before standing behind my girl. My hands grip her hips as my nose goes to her head. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her coconut body butter.

Slowly, I move my hands from her thick hips to around her narrow waist, pulling her back against me.

I sigh in contentment, having her in my arms, right where she belongs.

Running my lips up and down her neck, I rasp, "I missed you today, Angel, and I have to admit, coming home to you here, in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my shirt, cooking, is the best feeling a man can have."

She hums, grabs the uncooked fries, gently places them in the bowl, and mixes them around with the spoon.

"I had a bad day. We lost two calves today. Their birth was traumatic, and momma didn't survive, either," she whispers.

I squeeze her tighter and realize—"I'm your happy place…."

I can hear the smile in her voice as she echoes, "You're my happy place."

My heart thunders, my palms sweat. It's been two and a half months since we met, and she's let me in so much that I've become someone she relies on when she's had a crappy day.

I squeeze her tighter, my heart thundering.

Fuck….

My need for her overtakes me. My body having a mind of its own, I spin my girl round, making her gasp, but I swallow it, my mouth instantly taking hers, my tongue pushing through her lips, tangling with hers.

Her taste bursts into my mouth, and I groan, gripping her hips tight.

Home. That's how I feel right now—at home.

I lift her onto the counter, knocking the bowl onto the floor, but I don't give a shit.

We can order takeout.

Our kiss heats up as I angle her head to deepen it, and move my hand between us. I groan against her mouth, allowing her to swallow it, when I feel she is bare underneath my shirt.

I don't think. My need for her is pulling me. I undo my jeans, and pull my hard cock out, the head already dripping with pre cum, the piercings pulling tight.

I slowly rub the head over her clit, circling it, then moving it down to her entrance and back up again, repeating the action a few times, mixing our arousal together, enhancing my primal need for this girl.

"You want me, Angel?" I ask against her lips when she lifts her hips as the head of my cock rubs over her entrance.

Brook digs her heels into my ass, trying to pull me toward her as her nails dig into my biceps, marking me.

She begs, "Please, James! No more teasing, I need you."

I growl, pressing my lips against hers again, and thrust forward hard, making her gasp in pleasure.

I swallow the sound, moving my hips back, then thrust forward again and again, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting her at the same time.

My hips move quick, keeping the rhythm, her moans against my mouth getting louder. I can feel the sweat drop down my back, and as her pussy flutters around me, my spine tingles, and the need to come hits me out of nowhere.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I move my right between us, my thump finding her clit. I press down on it and rub it in quick, tight circles.

She gasps, her pussy pulsing around my cock, the piercings rubbing harder against her soft tissue. I rasp against her lips, "Come for me, Angel, soak my cock," and she does. I watch as she flings her head back, arches her back, and screams my name.

Her eyes are squeezed tightly, her nails digging into my skin as pleasure overtakes her. I thrust my hips quicker, harder, before cum spurts from my cock, painting her walls. I lose my rhythm, my hips becoming jerky as my orgasm hits me hard.

Fuck….

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