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her pussy.
    Kennedy gripped his shoulders as her hips
started to involuntarily lift, pushing herself up and into him.   He obliged her by grabbing hold of her
buttocks with his hands and pressing his mouth tightly against her wet slit.
    His mouth was all over her pussy, his
tongue inside her, slathering her with his attention as she began to
climax.    She nearly passed
out, actually seeing dark spots for a moment as the orgasm reached its apex and
Easton continued to tongue fuck her.
    Finally, when she was done, he turned her
onto her stomach.   “Now I’m going to
fuck you from behind,” he told her.   “Can you take it?”
    “Yes,” she sighed, her entire body still
thrumming from the incredible orgasm he’d just given her.
    “Are you absolutely sure you can take all
of me?”
    “Yes,” she moaned.   “I need it.   All of it, Easton.   Please.”
    She heard him unzipping and pulling
himself out and then she felt him pressing his hard shaft up and between her
legs.   He slid it back and forth
along her pussy lips, making her cry out with anticipation.
    His hands were on her hips, grabbing her
forcefully as he inserted his large cock slowly, slowly, slowly into her
hole.   As he pushed into her, she
felt herself expanding and contracting, fitting herself to him in some strange
way.
    Easton groaned.   “Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight,
Kennedy.   And wet.   You’re dripping all over my cock.”
    She moaned, her head hanging against the
floor as she concentrated on allowing him all the way into her.   Kennedy wanted to feel him filling her
until he could go no further, taking him in and holding him with her entire
being.
    By the time he finished his first stroke,
Kennedy knew it wouldn’t be long.   He was so incredibly hard and excited, and she could hear his breathing
intensify as he slowly pulled in and out, stroking more quickly.
    Soon he was fucking her, his hands still
on her hips, pulling her into him as he thrust his own hips against her, his
groin slapping into her buttocks rhythmically as he split her open with his
shaft.
    She was wet, lubricated, and able to
enjoy the size of him as he plundered her.  
    “I’m coming again, Easton,” she cried
out, as his rhythmic pounding overcame her.   Her arms shook violently.
    “I’m coming too,” he groaned, and then
she felt him releasing with extra fury, and he slammed against her over and
over again, but it was slowing now.
    When he was finished, he stayed inside
her, draped over her, one of his hands pressed against the floor, holding
himself up as he continued to slide into her.  
    “That was amazing,” she whispered.
    “You have no idea,” he laughed.
    “I think I do, actually,” she replied.

 
    ***

 
    Kennedy came out of the bathroom after
her quick shower wearing Easton’s t-shirt and nothing else.   It was large enough on her that it was
practically a nightgown.
    Easton was busy in the kitchen, cooking
what looked like a five-course-meal.  
    As she entered the room, he was stirring
one pot, then adding pepper to a large pan of chicken breasts, and then he
moved to the center island and started dicing tomatoes and onions with the rapid-fire
technique of an accomplished chef.
    “I thought we were having cereal,”
Kennedy said, slightly in awe of him.   Then again, she always felt in awe of Easton Rather.
    He glanced over his shoulder at her.   “Would you mind grabbing a bag of mixed
greens out of the fridge?”
    “Sure,” she said, blinking in surprise as
she opened the refrigerator and found a bag of fresh greens.   As she turned, Easton had gone back to
the stove and was continuing to add spices and fine-tune his culinary
masterpiece.
    Kennedy placed the bag on the granite
counter of the island, watching as Easton gracefully moved to the cabinets,
then back to the stove, then to the island.
    “Help me mix these veggies into the
salad,” he said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
    The smell