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It didn’t look all that comfortable, but she managed to keep her leg draped like that while she worked. I deeply appreciated the effort.

I wanted to say something nice to her. “Thank you for last night. You were… you felt… better than anything. I sincerely enjoy being with you.” I thought it was a good effort. Feelings and expressing them weren’t my best thing when my dick wasn’t directly, literally involved.

She aimed soft, tender eyes my way but what she said was, “You’re not going to change my mind about waiting for lunch, you horny heathen.”

I threw my head back and laughed.

At noon sharp, I found her in the kitchen. She was wearing a robe, chatting with our lovely, wonderful housekeeper, Penny, who I suddenly wanted to kick out on the spot.

Penny was a delight, and today was no exception. No, it was not at all her fault that I wanted to gnash my teeth and howl.

She was making us ham and cheese croissants and even baking cookies. They were peanut butter with chocolate chips. Ro’s favorite, of course. Penny was nearly as smitten with her as I was, and that was saying a lot.

As though she read my mind, Penny beamed at me and said, “Well, I’ve got to run. Just pull everything out of the oven when the timer goes off.”

I almost hugged her, instead restraining myself by smiling at her and wishing her a good day.

I stared at Ro when we were alone. “It’s past noon,” I told her. “Robe off.”

She dropped it on the floor like it was on fire.

I laughed.

Her random acts of obedience never stopped entertaining me.

I nodded at the counter. “Park your perfect little butt up there and open your legs.”

She obeyed again, watching me all the while. Her eyes were calm. She was not as desperate as I was, but she would be.

I moved between her legs and parted the two bits of teasing fabric between her legs. I sank two fingers in and moaned.

“Take your tits out of your top,” I ordered gruffly. She did it. I was using both hands to finger fuck her, one stroking off her clit, the other fucking in earnest. I licked and sucked on her nipples until they were wet and deep red.

I knew she was close, and I pulled both hands away abruptly.

“What the hell? Don’t stop!”

I sent her a pointed look, dropping to my knees. “Not so fun being teased, is it?”

She just snorted and pushed my face into her pussy, the spoiled brat.

I set about spoiling her even more.

I swirled her clit with my tongue, finger fucking her with purpose, one hand kneading at Mayhem.

She was adequately tenderized by the time I rose, slipping my dick out of my athletic shorts, hooking the waistband under my scrotum.

I didn’t kiss her, instead I watched my tip play with her, rubbing around her, mashing against her clit until she moaned.

We both had our heads aimed down, staring as each thick inch of me disappeared inside of her.

I was enthralled by the sight, captivated like this act was something new to me, something novel.

I was about halfway in when that fevered, frenetic energy got hold of me again, and I started fucking with hell-bent purpose.

I moved our bare chests flush together deliciously, our eyes locked, and grabbed her hips, pinning them as I hammered into her.

My big hands positioned her tiny self just so, her hips canted forward so that every inch of the top of my cock dragged hard against her as I pulled out at an angle. It was abrasive even to my cock, so I didn’t imagine it went easy on her tender flesh and still I couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough.