Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and the smell of breakfast drifting up from downstairs.
Layla was gone.
I stretched, my body still buzzing from the night before, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before heading down. The sight that greeted me in the kitchen made my cock harden instantly.
Layla was standing at the stove wearing nothing but a little apron tied around her waist. Her back was to me, her ass and legs completely bare, the strings of the apron framing her perfect curves.
She was cooking eggs and bacon, humming softly to herself, looking every bit the perfect little housewife.
I walked up behind her quietly, sliding my hands around her waist. She startled slightly, then melted back against me with a shy little gasp as I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured against her ear, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy. She was already wet.
I didn’t wait. I bent her forward over the counter, spread her legs, and slid into her in one smooth thrust. She moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as I started fucking her from behind.
“Cooking breakfast naked for your husband,” I growled, thrusting deep. “Such a good little wife. You woke up needy again, didn’t you?”
Layla whimpered, pushing back against me. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”
I fucked her harder, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other held her hip. “This pussy is mine now. I took your virginity and I’m going to keep breeding you until it takes.”
The breakfast sizzled on the stove as I pounded into her, the domestic scene making everything even hotter. I came hard inside her, filling her with another load, then kept her bent over the counter for a moment, my cock still inside her.
“Breakfast can wait,” I said, kissing the back of her neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, enjoying the way she clenched around me, before slowly pulling out. Cum dripped down her thighs, but I wasn’t done with her.
“Keep cooking, sweetheart,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Don’t burn anything.”
Layla whimpered but nodded, gripping the counter as I dropped to my knees behind her. I spread her ass cheeks wide and leaned in, dragging my tongue from her dripping pussy all the way up to her tight little asshole.
She gasped, nearly dropping the spatula. “Ryder—!”
I licked her ass again, slower this time, circling the tight ring with my tongue before pushing inside. Layla moaned loudly, her legs shaking as I ate her ass while she tried to keep cooking.
“That’s it,” I growled against her, my voice muffled. “Keep making breakfast like a good little wife while I eat your ass.”
I devoured her — licking, sucking, tongue-fucking her tight hole while my fingers played with her clit. Layla was trembling, struggling to focus on the stove, soft desperate moans escaping her as I worshipped her ass.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, spanking her ass lightly before diving back in. “My shy little stepsister letting me eat her ass in the kitchen while she cooks for me. Such a dirty girl.”
Layla came hard, her legs nearly giving out as she moaned my name. I kept licking her through it, savoring every twitch and whimper.
When I finally stood up, I kissed the back of her neck and pressed my hard cock against her ass again.
Layla managed to finish cooking despite my tongue in her ass, her legs shaking the entire time. She plated the eggs, bacon, and toast with a flushed face and trembling hands.
We moved to the small dining table. I sat down first, my cock still hard and glistening. Before she could take the seat across from me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap, facing away from me.
She gasped as I guided her down, impaling her soaked pussy on my cock in one smooth motion. I groaned at the tight, warm feeling as she sank all the way down.
“Ryder…” she whimpered, her back arching.
“Stay right there, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her in place. “You’re going to eat breakfast on my cock.”
I picked up a fork, speared a piece of egg, and brought it to her lips. She took the bite, moaning softly as I started slowly rocking my hips up into her. I fed her another bite, then another, my free hand resting on her stomach as I kept her full of my cock.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her ear, feeding her a piece of bacon. “Sitting on your stepbrother’s cock like a proper wife while I feed you breakfast. You’re going to keep my cum inside you all day, aren’t you?”
Layla nodded, breathing shakily as she ate from my hand, her pussy clenching around me with every small movement I made. I kept feeding her slowly, deliberately, my cock buried deep inside her the entire time.
When she finished eating, I kissed the side of her neck and started fucking her properly — slow, deep thrusts while she sat on my lap.
“Such a good little wife,” I growled. “Now it’s my turn to eat.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit as I fucked her, bringing her to the edge again while I stayed buried deep inside her.
This was quickly becoming my favorite way to start the day.