You and I had been trading barbs all afternoon, our usual witty sparring turning physical as I chased you around the kitchen island. "You think you can handle me, big shot?" you teased, dodging my grab with a smirk that made my pulse race. The horseplay escalated fast—your elbow in my ribs, my hands on your waist—until the air thickened with something hotter than laughter.
"Keep pushing and I'll show you exactly what I can handle," I shot back, but you weren't backing down. Strong and sharp as ever, you shoved me against the counter, your eyes flashing. "Big talk from someone who's already getting hard just from a little roughhousing."
Sweating from the scuffle, we were both panting now, the tension snapping when you hopped onto the table and pulled me close. "Prove it," you dared, voice low and commanding. I dropped to my knees as you spread your legs, yanking down your clothes to reveal your wet pussy already dripping with anticipation.
"Look at you, all horny and ready," I murmured, but you grabbed my hair, guiding me. "Less talking, more eating. Start with my ass." My tongue traced your ass first, then plunged into your pussy like a full meal, licking and sucking while my cock grew rock hard in my pants.
You moaned directives, strong thighs clamping around my head as I devoured you, your juices coating my chin. "That's it—deeper," you panted, one hand reaching to stroke my hard cock through my jeans. The blowjob tease you gave earlier flashed in my mind, but right now it was all about you coming undone on the table.
Your body tensed, and you came hard, cum dripping down as you shuddered and laughed breathlessly. "Not bad for round one," you said, pulling me up with that fierce grin. But as I stood, the real game was just beginning.
"Next time, I want that cock inside me—don't keep me waiting."
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