Web Exclusive 260 Amazon & Michelle Lay

She clutched her lower back and winced, texting Amazon: plans cancelled. Come over instead. Door's unlocked. She met him at the door wearing nothing but a silk robe, back aching like hell. He stepped in, kicked the door shut, and she turned around, letting the robe slip off one shoulder. "Right there," she said, pointing to the knot. His palms pressed in—hot, firm, not soft—and it felt too good. A moan slipped out of her mouth before she could bite it back. His hands worked lower, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back against him. She felt his cock harden through his jeans. The robe hit the floor. He bent her over the kitchen counter, mouth on her neck, hand sliding between her legs. She was already soaked. His fingers rubbed slow circles until her thighs shook, then he pushed in deep, filling her with one rough thrust. She bit her lip and took it—again, harder, sweat slick on her spine. They fucked against the counter, legs trembling, him gripping her waist like he couldn't get deep enough. She came first, clenching around him, and he followed, groaning into her shoulder, holding her up when her knees gave out.