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yourself. My mother didn’t want her children to be tossed out into the world as useless human beings.”
    “So now you’re calling me useless?”
    “You’re what, Elizabeth—thirty-four or something? One would think you would have learned to cook by now.”
    “I’m thirty-two, and you’re a prick.”
    He laughed. “Not the first time I’ve been called that.”
    “I’m not home enough to cook, and who am I going to cook for? Myself?”
    “Aww, poor Elizabeth. Single and alone. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you now?”
    “You’re baiting me, trying to get a rise out of me.”
    “Shouldn’t you be trying to get a rise out of me?”
    She let her gaze drift down his body and linger at his crotch, then looked back up to his face. “Why? What’s in it for me?”
    “Get my dick hard, and you get an orgasm out of it. After a two-year drought I figure you’re gonna wanna come as much as you can while you’re here.”
    She snorted. “You think you’re that good, huh?”
    He laid his coffee cup down and stalked over to her, pulled the cup from her hand and put it on the counter. He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her T-shirt, and laid his palm over her naked sex.
    She was already wet, her eyes wide pools of green as he slid his finger inside her and rocked his hand against her, then took her mouth in a hard kiss.
    She melted against him, her tongue sliding against his, her pussy coating his fingers with her sweet cream. He spread her juices over her clit and massaged the nub.
    She whimpered against him, and he was relentless, driving his palm against her sex, dipping his fingers inside her to fuck her pussy. She lifted onto her toes and sought release.
    And he gave it to her, keeping his mouth on hers, his arm wrapped around her to hold her steady while she cried out and clung to his shirt.
    Her body quivered against his, and he let her down slow and easy, withdrew his fingers, liking the way she stared up at him with a little bit of shock and disbelief.
    He flipped her around and bent her over the kitchen counter, flipping the T-shirt over her back, unable to resist roaming over the bare skin of her back and ass. Her skin was the softest silk, and in between her legs was sweet honey. He swept his hand between her legs again, and she lifted, spreading her legs, palming the counter, and letting out a gentle moan.
    She was wet from her orgasm, and his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. He put on the condom he’d had in his pocket, dropped his shorts and kicked them away, nestled between her legs and shoved up inside her, wrapping his arm around her as a barrier to keep her belly from hitting the granite counter, because he needed to pound hard inside her. His balls tightened as her sweet pussy gripped him in a tight vise of unbearable pleasure, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Nothing this good could last. She was tight and hot, and he was going to come.
    He slid his hands under the shirt and grasped her breasts, filling his palms with her nipples and squeezing her flesh.
    “Gavin,” she cried, lifting off the counter, her hair spilling over his arms.
    “Come on my cock, Elizabeth. Make yourself come.”
    Her hand slid between her legs, and she rubbed her pussy, her fingers brushing against his balls, teasing him as she teased herself.
    He rolled her nipples between his fingers, plucking them into tight points. She whimpered.
    “I’m coming, Gavin. I’m coming.”
    He held tight to her and pushed deep into her as he came, jettisoning deep bursts of come as his orgasm shot through him, leaving him panting and drawing in deep breaths.
    When he withdrew, he turned her around and kissed her, making sure she understood without a doubt what he was capable of. He left her mouth wet, licking her lips and a look of uncertainty in her eyes as he swept his thumb over her bottom lip.
    “Honey, I am that good. I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Anytime you want