Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking by Starla Kaye Page B

breathing raggedly. “You're always turned on.” It was getting hard to concentrate on the blasted sausages.
    He moved back and forth, teasing her, torturing her…torturing him, from the way his breathing, too, grew heavy and deep. “I don't suppose those sausages could be put on hold for a few minutes?”
    “Maybe.” Definitely. “But the biscuits….”
    He reached around her to turn the heat off the burner under the sausage then flicked off the oven. “If they burn, they burn.”
    She completely agreed. She waited anxiously for what he would do next. Take her back to the bedroom? That seemed kind of far to go at the moment. Take her on the tiled floor? Not particularly desirable, but doable. Instead he shifted her away from the stove and toward the counter, keeping her turned away from him.
    “Grab the counter.”
    Without a second's hesitation, she obeyed. The T-shirt rode high on her back; her bare butt was thrust out, eagerly waiting. She shifted her legs further apart.
    She felt the heat of him as he stepped behind her and heard him opening a condom pack he must have brought with him. She quivered as he rolled it on, craned her head around to watch him. So big. Mine . All she wanted was for him to drive it into her over and over again.
    “Ready, baby?” He gripped his cock with one hand and massaged it, meeting her gaze. With his other hand, he fingered her slit, found her clit and flicked it before showing her his wet finger. “Yeah, you're ready.”
    “How can I want you so much?” she asked and waited breathlessly for his drive home. She'd never felt this crazed for any other man.
    “Because we are meant for each other.” He plunged his cock inside her, anchored her hips with his hands. “So good. So damn good.”
    She agreed completely, except about his comment. They couldn't be meant for each other. They lived different lives, wanted different things. Except for now. Right now they both wanted this. “Fuck me, hard,” she gasped, gripping the counter's edge.
    He smacked one side of her bottom and the sound echoed around the kitchen. “Language.”
    The swat stung and she'd jerked when he'd done it, but the feel of him ramming over and over into her mattered much more than getting spanked. She moaned, trembled, shoved back to meet his ever-deepening thrusts. Skin slapped skin. Her wet pussy made sucking sounds with each of his partial withdrawals, with each determined drive inside her.
    Finally she stiffened and arched her back. His cock was big and solid deep within her. Her muscles contracted around him and then she cried out with her release, “Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh, Erik!”
    She'd no sooner collapsed her head against the counter when he held her firmly and pounded another two times. His fingers dug into her hips as he roared, “Christ! Mandy! Oh, Mandy.”
     
    Erik slid from Mandy's body where she stood bent over the counter. He'd been amazed that he had the strength to take her again so soon after their sex marathon last night. But he couldn't seem to keep his hands off her, his dick out of her. No other woman had ever made him this crazy. No other woman ever would.
    He pulled off the condom, thankful he'd had the brilliant idea of bringing it with him from the bedroom. At this rate he'd have to buy them by the case. It suddenly occurred to him that he would like to forego them, that he would like to give her his seed…like to get her pregnant with his child. But then he would never do that without her permission. Such permission he didn't see as coming anytime soon. Not when she believed the marriage had to end. Not when he had to leave…for now.
    Irritated again, he grabbed a nearby paper towel and wrapped the condom in it. He grabbed another one and before she could move, he gently cleaned the woman he loved. When he was done, he carried the towels to the trash.
    When he faced her again, she had straightened. “You need to leave, don't you?”
    “Yes.” He couldn't deny it, didn't