The percolator's final sputter faded into silence, leaving only the wind's ceaseless roar to fill the kitchen. Natalia rose slowly from her knees, legs unsteady, a glistening sheen of saliva and satisfaction coating her chin and chest. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, heart still racing from the intensity that had just claimed her. Ethan stood tall before her, chest heaving, his impressive length still semi-erect and gleaming.
For one fragile heartbeat, reality crashed in.
"We… we can't keep doing this," she whispered, voice hoarse and trembling. Her eyes darted to the family photos on the fridge—smiling images of her husband, Ethan's father, frozen in happier times. "This is wrong. He's your dad. I'm your stepmother. If anyone ever found out—"
Ethan's expression hardened, but only for a split second. Thirty seconds. That was all the guilt lasted before his hands seized her waist and spun her toward the dining table.
"Too fucking late for that," he rasped, voice thick with unrestrained hunger. "You're already dripping with my release. You begged for it. Twice last night. And again this morning."
He bent her forward over the sturdy oak surface, her bare breasts pressing against the cool wood, nipples tightening at the contrast. Her hips arched instinctively as he kicked her feet wider apart. One large palm splayed across her lower back, pinning her in place while his other hand guided his reviving shaft between her slick folds.
Natalia gasped as he drove inside with a single, powerful surge—stretching her welcoming depths once more, filling every inch until she felt utterly possessed. "Ethan—oh God—"
"Say it," he demanded, beginning a relentless rhythm that made the table creak beneath them. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her core, his heavy sac slapping rhythmically against her sensitive skin. "Call me what I am to you."
"Baby," she moaned, the word spilling out like a confession. Her fingers curled around the table's edge for support as he plunged deeper, angling to strike that elusive spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "My dirty boy… you're my filthy, perfect boy. Don't stop—please don't ever stop."
The admission unlocked something primal in him. Ethan's pace turned savage, hips snapping forward with bruising force, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her head back slightly. The new angle allowed him to grind even harder, his thick base stretching her entrance wide with every withdrawal and plunge.
But he wasn't content with just this claiming. As he pounded steadily, his free hand drifted lower, slick fingers tracing the curve of her backside. A single digit circled the tight, untouched ring there, teasing with gentle pressure while his shaft continued its devastating assault on her front.
Natalia's breath hitched, a fresh wave of heat flooding her veins at the unfamiliar touch. "Ethan… what are you—"
"Just a taste," he murmured against her ear, voice dark and promising. His finger pressed inward, breaching the snug barrier with slow, deliberate care, sliding knuckle-deep while his hips never faltered. The dual sensation—fullness in both places at once—sent her spiraling toward another peak. "You feel that? So tight. So ready. I'm going to take you here next, Natalia. Stretch this perfect ass until you're screaming my name and begging for more. But not yet. Not until you're dripping and desperate for it."
She shattered around him at the words alone, inner walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms as liquid warmth gushed from her center, coating his pistoning length and dripping onto the floor. Her cries echoed through the empty house—"Baby! My dirty boy!"—raw and unrestrained.
Ethan followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her once more with thick, pulsing jets that overflowed immediately, trickling down her thighs in warm rivulets.
He stayed buried deep, his finger still gently pumping in that forbidden spot, drawing out her aftershocks. "This storm isn't ending anytime soon," he whispered, nipping at her shoulder. "And neither are we. Say you want it all."
"I do," she panted, utterly surrendered. "Everything. Just… promise you'll ruin me completely."
End of Chapter 7