Chapter 50: Marty's Surprise
The kitchen hummed with the steady rhythm of Colt’s hips slamming into Lori’s ass, each thrust making her tits sway, the sticky trails of cum on her skin glistening under the morning light. Her cheek was still pressed to the wooden table, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she took him, her body stretched tight around his cock.
Marty wiped her hands on her apron, watching them with the same casual ease as if she were checking the doneness of a roast. The last plate clinked into the drying rack, and she leaned back against the counter, one thick thigh crossed over the other. "Gonna wear her out before noon, mijo," she said, though there was no real admonishment in her tone.
Colt chuckled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Lori’s hips. "She asked for deep." He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch of him dragging out before slamming home again, the sound wet and obscene. Lori whimpered, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge.
Marty arched a brow, reaching for a mug from the cabinet. "And you just give her whatever she wants?"
Lori turned her head just enough to smirk, her lips still swollen from earlier. "Damn right he does."
Colt responded by fucking into her harder, his cock buried to the hilt with each snap of his hips. The table creaked under the force, the plates rattling again. Lori’s back arched, her ass pressing flush against him as she took it, her breath hitching.
"You like that?" Colt murmured, his voice rough.
"Fuck—yes," Lori gasped, her fingers curling against the wood. "Just like that—don’t stop—"
Marty poured herself a cup of coffee, the rich, nutty aroma mingling with the musk of sex in the air. She took a slow sip, her dark eyes tracking the way Lori’s body clenched around Colt with every thrust. "Should’ve saved some syrup," she mused. "Might’ve made breakfast even sweeter."
Colt grinned, slowing his pace just to watch the way Lori’s thighs trembled, the way her pussy fluttered around him when he teased her like this. "Next time," he promised, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made Lori whine.
Marty set her mug down with a soft thud. "You two gonna be at this all day, or you planning to actually eat those pancakes?"
Lori laughed, breathless, her nails scraping against the table. "Priorities, Marty."
Colt leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth hot against her ear. "She’s right, though. You’re gonna need energy." He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust, making her gasp.
Marty shook her head, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. She pushed off the counter, moving toward the fridge. "I’ll make more. Looks like you’re burning calories fast."
Lori moaned as Colt’s pace picked up again, his cock driving into her with a punishing rhythm. The slap of skin filled the kitchen, loud and lewd, mixing with the sound of Marty cracking eggs into a bowl. The contrast was almost absurd—the domesticity of breakfast prep and the raw, unfiltered fucking happening right there at the table.
"You close?" Colt gritted out, his fingers tightening on her hips.
Lori nodded, her body coiled tight, her thighs shaking. "So close—just like that—"
Marty whisked the eggs, her wrist flicking in quick circles. "Don’t let me stop you," she said mildly.
Colt didn’t. He fucked Lori through her orgasm, his cock buried deep as she came apart around him, her cries muffled against the table. Only when her body went slack, her muscles fluttering in aftershocks, did he let himself go, his release flooding her in thick, hot pulses.
Lori sagged against the table, her breath coming in slow, heavy drags. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice wrecked.
Colt pulled out slowly, watching the way his cum seeped from her well-used hole. He swiped a finger through the mess, bringing it to Lori’s lips. She sucked it clean without hesitation, her tongue swirling around his fingertip.
Marty scraped butter into the skillet, the sizzle filling the silence. "Round three’s gonna be a while, huh?"
Colt smirked, running a hand down Lori’s spine. "Give me ten minutes."
Lori groaned, pushing herself up on shaky arms. "You’re gonna kill me."
He kissed the curve of her shoulder, his lips lingering on her sweat-slick skin. "You love it."
She turned her head, catching his mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. "Yeah," she murmured against his lips. "I do."
Marty flipped a pancake, humming to herself. The kitchen smelled like sex and syrup, like home.
And Colt?
He reached for another bite of breakfast.