With a groan, he pushed into me, filling me inch by agonizing inch. I moaned, my body stretching to accommodate him. He was big, so fucking thick, and it felt like he was splitting me in half. But it felt so goddamn good.
“Fuck, Alana,” he growled, his hips pressing tightly against my ass. “You feel incredible.”
I could only whimper in response, my body already moving with his, meeting each thrust as he began to fuck me.
His pace was brutal, each thrust pushing me harder against the counter.
I could feel every inch of him, every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out, hitting spots inside me that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.
My orgasm was building with every stroke, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Eden,” I gasped, my breath coming in short pants. “I’m close.”
He groaned behind my ear, his body leaning over mine, his chest pressing against my back. His hand snaked around my thigh, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in quick circles. The added stimulation sent me spiraling.
“Come for me, Alana,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
My body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his as I came hard. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath and turning my limbs into liquid.
Eden’s pace never faltered, his cock driving into me, drawing out my orgasm until I was a shuddering, gasping mess.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said as he pulled out of me.
Eden spun me around, gripping my waist as he lifted me onto the counter so effortlessly, I barely even noticed it.
How the fuck did he do that?
His eyes were fierce, his breath ragged as he spread my thighs wide, pushing them apart to make room for him.
I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in his blond hair, kissing him and tasting my own arousal that still lingered on his lips.
He groaned into our kiss, his cock pressing against my entrance once more.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I did. I stared into those green eyes as he slowly pushed all the way back inside me, until his hips were pressed against me.
“You’re mine,” he said, leaving no space to argue, and then he pulled out and slammed back in, making me scream.
He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that made me see stars. But all I cared about was him, the feeling of him inside me, the way his hands gripped my hips and how they held me in place as he took what was his.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice husky with lust. “You like taking my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside me, sending sparks through my body.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer as he fucked me harder, each thrust making me cry out. I could feel my second orgasm building, my body tensing.
His lips crashed onto mine, swallowing my cries as he fucked me relentlessly, his body demanding more.
I could feel Eden’s heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot and ragged on my skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping my breasts, pinching my nipples, striking my clit, driving me wild with need.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me, meeting each of his thrusts.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the wet slapping of our bodies coming together, the raw groans and moans of our pleasure. I could feel the not-all-too cold counter anymore beneath me, the hard length of him inside me, the heat of his body against mine. It was all too much, too intense, too fucking good.
“Eden,” I cried out as I teared my mouth away from his.