Diving Into You

Chapter 009

Sunlight filters through the windows, and you lurch around, expecting him beside you. "His" side of the bed is made, the pillow unwrinkled.

You smooth your hand over it. He only surprised you once, but now you expect him next to you every morning now.

Preferably butt naked. Preferably already rock-hard cock dribbling precum. But you wouldn't mind waking him up with cock sucking. It's been a long-standing fantasy to put his soft cock in your mouth, and taste it growing hard as you lap it up.

Throwing the covers off, you miss his thick cock. Brushing your teeth, you miss the taste of his precum. Making breakfast, you miss the sound of his balls slapping against you.

Pouring beaten eggs in the pan, you sigh as memories of his rough spanks make your heart flutter.

Would he do it again? You sure hope he will. You can no longer imagine a life where he doesn't spank you while he fucks you. Maybe you can just offer your ass to him and ask to be spanked like a bad girl.

You turn at the sound of a key turning in your front door. There he is, standing in the doorway, looking like he always does. A Master who's arrived to claim what's his.

Kicking the door shut, Jeno strides toward you. The frenzy in his eyes makes your pussy tremble instantaneously. You clutch the kitchen counter behind you as he nears.

"Turn around. Don't burn yourself," he murmurs as he spins you back around toward the stove. He hands you the spatula. "Watch those eggs."

Stunned, you jerk as he yanks your shorts down your legs, at the same time one hand delves between your ass-cheeks, and the other travels up your tank top to squash your tits.

You're breathless, shaken and shoved as he strokes your body.

"I thought you wouldn't be here this morning."

But he seems to not have heard you. His strong hands wander along the side of your hips, then squeeze your tits ferociously. His lips press to your neck, nibbling at the curve.

You're trembling, the spatula raised listlessly in your hand as the eggs sizzle and brown at the edges. You moved the pan off the stove. "I don't have the headspace to deal with these damn eggs."

His belt unbuckles, this zipper coming down, and his warm hard cock pushes between your ass cheeks to drag up and down.

"Oh yeah. How about you hold these instead?"

Jeno forces your hand onto his balls, and that's just what you need. You roll them around while he pinches your nipples and drags his cock up and down your crack.

He turns off the hob, yanking the spatula from your hand. "I'll need that."

Smack. The sound breaks the silence a split second before a burn on your ass sizzles through you.

Your cheeks flame, your ears exuding steam. You push your hips out and he doesn't disappoint. The spatula lands on your ass cheek again.

You jerk with every hit, awaiting the burn, looking forward to it, aching for it. You don't know what you'd do if he ever stopped.

"Please, please," you chant in need for more as he spanks you again and again. Until your ass is numb, and every hit sends shockwaves to your pussy. It dribbles for his cock, and when his hand slips over the wet mess, he curses hard. "Jeno, please."

The spatula hits the floor. His cock roughly makes room inside you, forceful and deep, grinding all the way. He pushes his hands up your shirt, clutching your tits again, squeezing. His short nails dig into your flesh, kneading them till they ache and throb with a pulse of their own.

You arch your back to give him easier access. Holding the edge of the marble counter, pushing back to meet his thrusts halfway. Over and over.

Unexpectedly, his cock slips out. You whirl around and throw yourself at him, clawing at the white fabric of his shirt to yank him closer.

He grunts while nibbling your bottom lip.

"I have to leave for a schedule soon, but I needed to fuck you before I left. I need this pussy to help me survive the week."

His hand cups your pussy almost aggressively. A finger dragging roughly over your clit, he lifts you onto the kitchen island. Your legs wrap around his hips, hooking on his lower back, squeezing him deeper inside.

Soaked balls slapping violently against you are music to your ears. His grunts, mixed with your pained moans, are magic. He takes what he's here for.

His thrusts are quick and grinding. His mouth is punitively possessive. All the while, his hands are reverent as they stroke every inch of you.

Greedy. The man's greedy for you.

His lips are taut over your nipple. The purposeful sucks feeding something deep in your clit—something that's just as good as if he were sucking the thing or tongue-fucking you.

His teeth grind over your nipple. It stings, making you wince. You've come to love these little bruises he leaves on you—they're just what you need to remember his ardor and rub yourself off later.

It's not just you who's going mad for him—it's him, too. He wants this wild fuck just as much as you do.

You lean back on your hands, your tank top crumpled over your breasts as he sucks on them. His cock buried balls deep, again and again.

"I don't ever want to stop fucking you."

Jeno lunges, his hips circling in you, burnishing your clit at just the right angle. You reach for him, clawing at his shoulders as the waves build throughout your thighs, legs, and fingers.

It's everywhere. The fire, the pins and needles, as it overtakes you more violently than ever before.

You cry out and he grinds harder, the root of his cock exerting just the right pressure on your clit.

"Please don't stop," You cry out. "Jeno, don't stop."

His arms wrap around you like a vise. He shudders, spilling the hot molten lava of his load. Your pussy spasms around his shaft at the same time, greedily sucking every drop of his cum for yourself.

As you slowly gain control of your senses again, he pulls out swiftly, doing up his fly and bucking his belt.

You're still on the kitchen island as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink, and runs some paper towels under the water. You bite your lip, a weird mixture of pleasure and embarrassment spilling rushing through your limbs as he cleans the mess he's made between your legs.

With a little peck on your lips, he leaves again with a promise.

"Babe, sorry that I have to leave. I'll text you."

A sound that's half chuckle and half panic escapes. "Did you leave the boys waiting in the van?"

He pulls you off the kitchen counter, spanking your ass. Grabbing the flesh as his hand lands, he makes you lurch. "Yeah. They're not going to be happy when I get back."

He doesn't even give you a chance to respond. If it were anyone but this particular man, you'd give him a piece of your mind for commanding you every time he opened his mouth.

But this one—he does amazing things with that same mouth.

He can get away with anything. He's your wildest fantasy come true, and you love the way he dominates and controls you. You feel deviously powerless when you're with him. Safe, protected, and unfearful of any consequences. The best part, you know you're desperately, crazily wanted.

You'll do anything he wants, whenever he wants. And you'll thank him at the end of it all.