Page 106 of The Sinner and the Gunslinger
A hesitant touch against my anus, and I gasp. His voice is a secretive whisper when he asks, “You ever been taken here?”
I can’t tell if I detect hope or fear in his tone. I glance over my shoulder and see him fisting his cock hard, staring at my ass like it’s something he wants to devour, despite the remnants of my last release still glistening on his lips. The sheer lust drenching his gaze has my pussy clenching again.
“No,” I breathe. “Never.”
His desperate eyes meet mine. “You mean I can be your first?”
“Now?” My eyes dart to the kitchen door, looking for signs that we’ll be interrupted.
He spits on his finger and gently probes my puckered entrance. I moan as the new sensations trigger an onslaught of unexpected heat. “Not now,” he mutters. “But when I can give you a proper first time. When I can turn back time and finally give you one thing we can claim together.”
“Zeke.” A sob catches in my throat. I twist and grasp his neck, pulling his lips to mine. He kisses me with deep, devouring strokes that taste like me. But it only makes me needier. Stupid to be so worked up over this, but to have something that’s just us, something new to explore, feels like we really haven’t missed our chance. There’s so much more for us to discover about each other.
He refits himself to my pussy and inches inside with short, sharp thrusts until I’m liquid again, clawing the counter with one hand, him with the other, facing the mess we’ve made with our passion.
With our faces so close, he can’t pull out far but still manages to slam in hard, rocking me against the counter. Cutlery and crockery wobbles.
He’s mine. He’s got me.
He pumps with short, shallow strokes, then kisses my inner wrist and detangles from my hand.
“I need to fuck you hard right now, kitty cat.”
He pulls out further and plunges in deep. So deep. I bite my lip to stop the moan.
“You love that, don’t you?” he rasps.
I nod.
“Say it.” He thrusts again.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
His hips piston hard, slapping against me with enough force to rock the counter. We’re so noisy. Surely someone will hear. With my pants down my thighs and my hands clawing the counter, I can only submit to Zeke’s hunger. I’m helpless to stop the pleasure coiling again in my lower belly.
“Shit,” I mumble, biting my hand. “I’m close again...”
“What do you need?”
“Touch me.”
He reaches around, toys with my clit, and keeps thrusting deep. I’m so relaxed, so centered on how he makes me feel, that I’m tipping over the edge again with an orgasm so intense it rips a sob from my throat. It doesn’t take long before he seats himself and holds. He drops his head to my spine and groans. “You’re so fucking tight that I'm done within moments of being balls deep in you.”
He pumps a little, proving I’m all wet and slick inside.
“We have the rest of our lives for more.”
“Damn straight.”
My vision clears, and I witness our destruction.
“I have to throw this cake out.” It’s all over the counter now. I’m horrified at the mess when I should be horrified that he’s still inside me, our naked rear ends out for all to see.
“I’ll help you.” He slides out of me, zips up, and finds a tissue to clean me before kissing my bottom and pulling up my pants. “See? Nothing to worry about.”
I shake my head, smiling. “You’re incorrigible.”
