Her blue eyes twinkled. “Should you be proud of that?”
I barked out a laugh and freed myself, slipping into her. “The correct question is can I make you come in four minutes?”
“Probably in two.” She groaned. “Goddess, you feel amazing.”
I shoved her—my—shirt up and latched onto her nipple. She threw her head back. “August.”
I knew that sound. I grinned around her tight nipple and tugged her closer to the edge of the counter and drove into her. My spine twinged at the angle and that I actually had to go onto my toes to get the angle I knew she needed. “Hold on,” I managed as I gritted my teeth against how good she felt.
She gripped the counter and lifted her legs around me.
“No. Me,” I growled. I curled my arm around her lower back and jerked her against me so I could get deeper. Until I bottomed out inside her.
Her arms went around me, her nails scraping my shoulders. Shock flashed in her eyes. I gripped her hair and dragged her mouth to mine, swallowing her surprised shout. I followed her lead and the room darkened, spots dancing along my periphery as we raced to the edge.
She clasped me tighter, inside and out. My heartbeat seemed to echo in my head. Throbbing endlessly. Beating only for her.
I let out a roar as I came so hard that the world went silent. Then suddenly, my hearing came roaring back with the shrill pitch of the timer.
“Done,” she said weakly against my shoulder.
“Yeah, you are.”
She giggled. “You’re a terrible man.”
“So terrible I made you come that fast, then twice before?”
“It was not twice.”
I caught her mouth. “Sure about that?”
“Pizza’s burning.”
“I don’t care.” But then my stomach growled again. I backed away from her, tucking myself back into my boxers. “Stay.”
One golden brow arched. “Do I bark next?” She swung her legs as she opened one of the beers for me.
I shoved my hand into the pink fish-shaped oven mitt and pulled out the perfect mushroom and cheese pizza. I burned the tip of my finger when I sneaked a mushroom before dumping the lot of it on the stove. Then I turned and grabbed my beer, taking a long swallow before returning it to her.
“Aww, backwash just for me?”
“So says the woman who took my dick inside her mouth like it was her favorite lollipop.”
She grinned. “Different. Besides, I’m just holding this for you while you look all studly and chef-like handling that gooey pizza.”
“Since you’re calling me a stud…” I opened her knees and wedged my hips between them. “Care for a fourth?”
She didn’t say a word, just set aside my beer and licked her lips. Her look of dubiousness was enough for me to forget my pizza again and bury two knuckles into still swollen pussy. I found her clit, squeezing again and again. She gripped the counter, still playing it cool. But her body told the truth. It always did. She coated my hand and her breath hitched. She never broke our eye contact.
Looking into her eyes as she quivered for me made me crazy.
She gripped my forearm, my name a hiss as she dragged me down by the back of my neck. I let out a low laugh as her control broke and she shattered on a long moan.
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It took everything inside me not to slide into the fisting grip of her body. To bury myself inside her again and forget the rest of the world existed.
But this was enough. Touching her, bringing her pleasure, being here with her—all of it was more than enough. And I needed her to know that.