Page 114 of Rook

“And no little eyes or ears to worry about,” she agreed as I lifted her up and set her down on the counter. “Whatever could we do with the time?”

“Hmm, I can think of some things.”

I slid her skirt up her legs, then lowered down between.

Her breath caught as my lips pressed into the side of her knee, then started to drift upward.

Her legs spread wider, inviting more. And I was happy to oblige, pulling her panties to the side, and running my tongue up her cleft, loving the whimper she made just before my tongue started to circle her clit.

Her hand slapped down on the back of my neck, holding me against her as she rocked against my mouth.

My fingers slipped inside her, fucking her hard and fast until I felt her walls pulsing around my fingers as her cries filled the kitchen.

I got back to my feet, my fingers still casually working her as she came back down.

It wasn’t long before her hands were roaming and tugging at clothes.

I’d always loved her desperation when we were together, the way she ripped at my clothes and pushed my hand where she wanted it most.

So when she tugged my shirt, I moved my hands out from between her legs so she could pull it off of me.

Her hands slid down my chest, then stomach, fingers tracing along the indents of my muscles on her path down to my button and zipper.

She wasted no time reaching inside my jeans to grab my cock, stroking me hard and fast.

“Rook, please,” she whimpered, hips wiggling impatiently, likely already imagining my cock inside her instead of in her hand.

“Please what?” I asked, reaching down to tug her panties down, hearing a little rip in the process. She made a little moan as my finger tapped against her clit. “Please fuck this sweet little pussy?” I asked, slipping a fingertip into her.

“Yes.Please. Now.”

Well, I couldn’t refuse her, could I?

Reaching down, I grabbed her knees, pulling her up as I moved in closer, then surged deep inside her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers as her walls closed around my cock.

Tess’s hands went to my ass, digging in, and her hips started to rock against me, needing friction.

I took one steadying breath, then I gave her what she needed.

Hard and fast, like she was begging for.

After one orgasm shook her system, I pulled her down off the counter, turned her, then bent her over the kitchen table and slammed deep inside her.

Tessa’s deep moan spurred me on as I thrust so hard that the table danced across the room until it slammed into the wall just as another orgasm slammed through Tessa.

That time, she took me with her.

We stayed there afterward, panting for breath, bodies overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You know what would be perfect right now?” Tessa asked a few minutes later, coming out of the bathroom all red in the cheeks still.

“What’s that?”

“A nice, long drive to a really good pizza place.”

God, I somehow accidentally married the perfect fucking woman.

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