Page 60 of Bound to You

She’s still here.

Or she left naked, but something tells me that Isla’s not the type for that kind of stunt.

I don’t bother with clothes past my underwear and make my way out of my bedroom when my eyes snag on Isla standing in the kitchen. She’s wearing my button up from last night and islooking very confused as she peers into the gigantic bowl in front of her.

Flour is sprinkled across the bench, she’s made an absolute mess in here, but I can’t complain. Not when she looks like that.

Her hair is all tangled, reminding me of when my hands were entwined in it last night, bringing a smile to my face. She looks so perfect in my space.

I walk over to her, she’s so engrossed in what she’s doing that she doesn’t notice me coming up behind her, she jumps when I wrap my arms around her waist.

“What are you making, sweetheart?” I rest my chin on her shoulder.

“Caio! You need to stop doing that,” she throws a stern look over her shoulder at me, but I press a quick kiss to her lips and when I pull away her face is back to the adoring look she gave me last night.

I nod towards the mixture in front of her.

“Well, I’m trying to make pancakes, but I’ve never been the best cook and I don’t have a recipe. Well more like you don’t have a recipe, do you not have any cookbooks? I can’t find anything in this kitchen.”

I’m utterly obsessed with the way she’s quickly made herself at home here, making a mess like this is her kitchen. I turn her around to face me. “Do you want me to make us some eggs instead?”

She loops her hands behind my neck, rising up on her tippy toes with a frown on her face. “No, I’m making the pancakes,” she says firmly, and it’s absolutely adorable.

I move my hands down from her waist to feel her bare ass under my shirt. She gives me a cheeky smile as I knead my fingers into her ass.

“You perfect little thing, wearing nothing but my shirt.” I smack her bare ass, before smoothing it over with my palm.

She bites down on her lip, telling me that she liked that. I spin her around before pushing her bowl of mixture aside, not giving a fuck when it clangs against the ground, spilling all over the floor as I bend Isla over the counter.

“Caio!” She protests looking at her attempt of breakfast spread across my kitchen floor. I smack her ass again quieting her protests.

“Not my priority right now,” I say kneeling down behind her and taking a nibble out of her cheek.

She squeals before I lick my tongue over the same spot, kissing it better. Reminding myself of where this all started last night.

I feel her body relax under my hands and I run a finger over her folds, finding her soaking once again. I can’t help the groan of satisfaction that escapes me. “Are you always this ready for me, Isla?”

She moans in answer which I let her get away with today as I stand up and pull my already hard cock out of my boxers, dragging it across her, teasing her entrance. She wiggles her ass back asking for more, and I’m not one to deny her, not when I’ve been craving this since the moment I pulled out of her last night.

“Fuck, Caio,”she hisses as I push all the way in at once.

“Yeah, baby?” I pull out to the tip.

“Just— “ I slam back in. “God!”

I can’t help but chuckle, I love the way she that can’t form coherent sentences.

Last night was gentle, loving. But I have a feeling Isla doesn’t want me to be gentle this morning.

Her hands leave dragging handprints in the flour covering the bench with every shove from behind, and it’s hot as fuck. I press a kiss to her shoulder.

“More,” she begs, pushing her hips back at a quicker pace. I could come just watching her like this. I thrust into her hard, giving her my all.

She screams my name as I smack her ass again. Fuck I love that. I want everyone to hear her like this, for everyone to know that I’m the one making her feel this good.

I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and I know she’s close, she’s so wet that my cock is sliding in and out of her with ease. I quicken my pace and reach around her, sliding my hand up the front of her shirt—my shirt—to fill my palm with her perfect tits. Just big enough for me to get a handful of her. She moans as I pinch her nipple between my fingers.

“Caio.”The way she says my name undoes me.

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