Chapter Seven
I gave Kennedy a few minutes to catch her breath before pulling her up from the rug. Her legs were still shaky, and the sight of my cum slowly running down her inner thighs made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Let’s get some food in you, baby girl,” I said, kissing her deeply. “You’re going to need the energy.”
We moved to the kitchen together. Kennedy wore nothing but my gray t-shirt, which barely covered her ass.
Every time she reached for something, it rode up and gave me teasing glimpses of her pussy and the mess I’d left inside her.
I stayed in just a pair of loose shorts, my cock already half-hard again.
I started pulling out eggs, bacon, and bread while she made coffee. The domestic normalcy felt surreal after everything we’d done. But the tension was still thick.
Kennedy came up behind me while I was cracking eggs into a bowl, pressing her body against my back and sliding her hands around to my chest.
“Daddy…” she whispered, kissing between my shoulder blades. “I can still feel you leaking out of me.”
I groaned and turned around, lifting her onto the counter in one smooth motion. I pushed her thighs wide open and dropped to my knees, hooking her legs over my shoulders.
I took my time eating her out. Long, slow licks from her entrance to her clit, savoring the filthy taste of our combined cum.
I sucked gently on her swollen clit, then pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my nose rubbed against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Kennedy moaned loudly, one hand in my hair and the other gripping the edge of the counter.
I added two thick fingers, curling them to stroke her G-spot while I sucked and licked her clit in steady rhythm.
Her moans grew louder and more desperate.
I kept her right on the edge for what felt like forever — slowing down when she got too close, then speeding up again until her thighs were shaking around my head.
“Daddy, please…” she begged, hips grinding against my face. “I need to come.”
Only then did I give her what she wanted. I sucked hard on her clit and pumped my fingers faster. Kennedy came with a loud cry, her pussy gushing around my fingers as she trembled violently. I licked her through every wave, gentling my touch as she came down.
I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and thrust into her in one deep stroke while she was still pulsing. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, starting a slow, deep rhythm.
I fucked her steadily on the counter, long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce under the t-shirt. I pushed the shirt up and sucked hard on her nipples, biting gently while I drove into her. My hands gripped her ass, pulling her onto me with every thrust.
I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. I slammed back into her from behind, gripping her hips hard. My hand came down in sharp spanks as I railed her, the sound mixing with her moans and the wet slap of our bodies.
I reached forward and wrapped her hair around my fist, pulling her head back as I pounded into her. My other hand slid around to rub her clit in tight circles.
We built slowly this time — long, deep strokes that gradually grew faster and harder. Kennedy pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning “Daddy” with every breath. I kept her on the edge again, slowing down whenever she got close until she was whimpering and begging.
Finally, I gave in. I fucked her hard and fast, rubbing her clit relentlessly. She came with a shattered scream, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. The intense squeezing pulled my own orgasm out of me. I buried myself deep and came with a loud groan, flooding her with another heavy load.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, panting. I finally pulled out and turned her around for a deep, tender kiss.
We eventually cooked and ate breakfast — feeding each other bites between more kisses — but the food was secondary. The real meal had already been each other.