Chapter 6: Afternoon Snack
The low murmur of cartoons drifted from the living room, punctuated by bursts of childish laughter. Smart Falcon leaned against the granite countertop, sipping tea, the cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth blooming low in her belly. Trainer stood beside her, ostensibly drying a mug, his gaze tracing the curve of her hip beneath the thin cotton sundress. "Still sore?" he murmured, his voice low, rough.
She shifted slightly, a ghost of the deep ache from earlier flickering through her. "A little," she admitted, a small, secret smile playing on her lips. "Reminds me." He abandoned the mug, his hand sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her back flush against him. The sudden hardness pressing into her ass was unmistakable, urgent. "Fuck, Falcon," he breathed hotly against her ear, fingers already gathering the flimsy hem of her dress. "Need you. Now."
Before she could gasp, he spun her, bending her sharply over the cold granite countertop. Her palms slapped the smooth stone, bracing. He shoved the sundress up past her waist, exposing her bare ass, the faint pink marks from his earlier spanking still visible. He didn't hesitate. His teeth sank into the plump swell of her left cheek, a sharp, possessive bite that drew a stifled yelp from her. Simultaneously, three thick fingers plunged deep into her soaking cunt without warning."Oh! Fuck!" Falcon cried out, the sound too loud.
"Shit... so loud," Trainer growled against her skin, his fingers pistoning ruthlessly inside her slick heat. He grabbed a ripe peach from the nearby fruit bowl. "Quiet, girl. Now." He shoved the peach between her parted lips, the fuzzy skin filling her mouth, thick juice trickling down her chin. She groaned around the fruit, the sweet tang mingling with the taste of her own arousal. His fingers curled, finding that perfect spot deep inside, rubbing hard. Her muffled scream vibrated around the peach as her hips jerked wildly, fucking herself desperately onto his hand. His other hand gripped her hip bruisingly tight, holding her down as he bit her other ass cheek, worrying the flesh with his teeth while his fingers relentlessly fucked her dripping cunt. "Feel that?" he rasped, withdrawing his soaked fingers only to plunge them back in knuckle-deep, the wet sounds obscenely loud despite the TV. "Your greedy fucking hole sucking me in. So wet. Can't get enough, can you?" Falcon could only whimper, arching her back, her eyes squeezed shut, the peach pulp yielding beneath her teeth as another violent shudder wracked her body, her cunt clenching violently around the invading fingers. "Quiet, girl," he commanded again, his voice thick with lust, driving his fingers deeper, harder, pushing her relentlessly towards an explosive, silent peak against the cold stone.
His fingers pistoned inside her slick cunt, relentless, curling hard against that deep, swollen spot. Falcon’s muffled scream vibrated around the peach, juice mixing with saliva as her hips bucked wildly against his restraining hand. Pressure built, unbearable, a coiled spring deep in her belly tightening with each brutal thrust of his knuckles. Her thighs trembled violently, muscles locking as her cunt spasmed, clenching like a vice around his invading fingers. A guttural groan tore from her throat, muffled by fruit flesh, as the dam burst. Hot liquid gushed from her, soaking Trainer’s hand, her thighs, and spattering onto the cool granite countertop with a sudden, audible splash. She slumped forward, gasping, shuddering through the aftershocks, the peach finally slipping from her slackened jaw to roll onto the counter, bruised and glistening. Trainer slowly withdrew his soaked fingers, slick and shining under the kitchen light. Falcon pushed herself up slightly, turning her head, a wide, breathless grin spreading across her flushed face. "Fast thinking," she rasped, her voice raw, nodding towards the discarded peach. "Like that." Trainer chuckled darkly, licking her juices from his fingers, his gaze locked on the mess between her legs. "Had to shut you up somehow," he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit, making her gasp. "Little louder than the cartoons." He leaned down, biting her earlobe sharply. "Good girl." His free hand slid down her trembling thigh, pushing her legs wider apart. "Stay bent." The thick head of his cock pressed insistently against her dripping, swollen entrance. "Need this wet hole now." Falcon braced her hands back on the counter, pushing her ass out towards him. "Fucking take it," she hissed. He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the granite biting into her hips as Falcon gasped, her slick cunt stretching to accommodate his thick cock instantly. "Fuck!" Trainer snarled, pulling back only to thrust again, hard and deep, setting a punishing rhythm against the countertop. Falcon pushed back desperately against each invasion, meeting his force. "Yes! Harder! Fucking fill me!" she choked out, the peach's sweet tang replaced by the metallic taste of her own lip where she’d bitten down.
Her knuckles whitened against the cold stone, the wet slap of skin and her choked cries barely masked by the distant cartoon laughter. He reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing hard, fast circles that made her jerk and moan. "Gonna cum... gonna cum deep in this greedy hole," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic, deeper, harder. Falcon felt the coil snap, her body convulsing around his pounding cock as her release hit, a strangled scream escaping despite the lingering peach pulp memory. Trainer roared, hips stuttering wildly, pulsing jet after hot jet of thick cum deep inside her clenching cunt.
He pulled out slowly, his softening cock slick with their mingled fluids. Falcon panted, trembling, sticky juices trickling down her thighs onto the tiles. Before she could fully catch her breath, Trainer’s strong hands slid under her thighs and around her back. "Hold on," he commanded gruffly. He lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, his still-wet cock pressed against her lower belly. He carried her swiftly down the hallway, her damp cheek pressed against his shoulder, her breath warm on his neck.
He kicked their bedroom door shut with his foot, the latch clicking softly. He lowered her onto the rumpled sheets, the scent of their earlier sweat and sex still clinging to the fabric. Falcon looked up at him, eyes dark with renewed hunger, reaching for his hips. "Need you inside again," she breathed, spreading her legs wide. Trainer knelt between her thighs, gripping his cock firmly, already thickening back to full hardness at the sight of her glistening, cum-slicked pussy. "Turn over," he ordered, voice rough. "Hands and knees. Now." Falcon obeyed instantly, rolling onto her stomach then pushing herself up onto her knees, presenting her swollen pussy and the faint, pink marks on her ass. Trainer positioned himself behind her, the heat radiating from her body. He rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly through her dripping folds, gathering wetness, then pressed firmly against her stretched entrance. "Fucking take it all," he growled, driving forward, burying his cock balls-deep in one powerful thrust. Falcon cried out, arching her back. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"