CHAPTER 3: SHARED LIKE A GOOD FUCKTOY
TAMMIE’S POV
My hands are shaking as I reach for the wooden spoon, as I try to stir the bubbling sauce while he rails me from behind.
It's impossible to focus - his c**k is so deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur, and every thrust shoves me against the counter hard enough to rattle the pots.
"Good girl," he grunts, f*****g me harder. "Such a good little fucktoy, letting me use your holes while you make me dinner. This is what you were made for, Tammie. Cooking my meals, keeping my house clean, and taking my c**k whenever I need to empty my balls."
The orgasm blindsides me. One second I'm stirring sauce, the next I'm coming so hard the spoon clatters to the floor and I'm screaming his name, my p***y milking his c**k in desperate
