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“You proud of yourself?” I throw over my shoulder, voice ragged, barely keeping it together.
He laughs, the sound all feral and fond.
“Areyou?” he grins. “You walked down here inhisshirt and that fuck-me heat pouring off your skin, and now you’re bent over his kitchen table, soakingmycock.”
“I came downfor a snack!” I hiss as he spreads my legs.
“You found one,” he replies, grinding the thick length of him right between my legs as though he’s got a point to prove and a dissertation titledHow to Break an Omega in Three Thrusts or Less.
He presses the tip in - just a nudge - then pulls back.
His hands slide up, rough palms dragging over my waist, up to the swell of my lower back. One moves back down, squeezing my ass again, petting me like I’m his favorite thing to touch.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice a growl against the back of my neck, pressing the thick head of his cock just barely inside again. “Thathunger? Thatache?”
I swallow hard, teeth gritted, chest heaving.
He leans in close - lips brushing my ear.
“That’s mine now.”
Then he slams forward - one devastating, brutal thrust that splits me open in the best possible way.
“Fuck - Kai!”
“Exactly!” he moans, like I just gave the correct answer on a quiz calledWho’s Ruining Who Now.“Ohhhhhh,shit. You are fuckingtight. Hot.I swear, you weremade for me.”
His hands grip my hips like he owns them, rough and firm and shaking with restraint he clearly doesn’t plan to keep for long.
And then, he starts to move.
Slow at first. Grindingdeep,like he’s memorizing the shape of me.
Then harder. Faster.
Relentless.
Like a man trying to rearrange my internal organs into the shape of his name.
The sound of it - skin on skin, my gasps, his low groans - echoes off the walls. The table shudders beneath me with every slap of his hips against my ass.
And he’slaughing.Panting andlaughing.
Between moans and curse words and desperate cries, I can’t help it: I laugh, too. It bubbles up wild and ridiculous and real.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, trying to keep my arms under me.
“Oh my god,” Kai mimics behind me in a ridiculous high-pitched voice. “She’s soloud, officer. I had no idea my dick was this spiritually fulfilling -”
“Shut up!” I cry, laughing mid-moan.
“Make me!” he throws back gleefully, then slaps my ass like I’m a tambourine and he’s performing at the world’s horniest music festival.
He rubs my clit hard, fast, precise.
I make a sound that probably registers on the canine hearing spectrum.
“You’re - laughing,”I pant, completely undone.
