I slammed the pan onto the stove and cracked two eggs into the hot butter, watching the whites sizzle and spread. Bennett stood behind me, his voice low and filthy as he read from the dog-eared book in his hands. "She dropped to her knees and took his cock straight down her throat, no hesitation, just wet and greedy."
My dick twitched in my boxers. I flipped the eggs hard, yolks breaking and mixing with the whites into a messy scramble the way Bennett liked it. He pressed closer, his hard length rubbing against my ass through the thin fabric. "Keep cooking, don't stop," he growled, turning the page. "She gagged on it but begged for more, spit running down her chin while he fucked her face."
I reached back and grabbed his hip, pulling him tighter against me. The eggs popped and hissed. Bennett kept reading, his free hand sliding down to squeeze my balls through my shorts. "Fuck, you're already leaking," he muttered, feeling the wet spot. "You get off on this shit as much as I do."
I shoved the eggs onto a plate, not even bothering with salt, and turned around. Bennett's eyes were dark, his cock straining against his jeans. I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor and yanked his zipper down. His dick sprang out, thick and veiny, the head already shiny. I licked a stripe up the underside and took him deep, just like the girl in the book.
Bennett groaned and kept reading aloud, voice rougher now. "He held her head and pumped into her mouth, balls slapping her chin." His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me faster. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, tasting salt and skin. One hand reached up to roll his balls while the other stroked what my mouth couldn't take.
He read faster, hips thrusting. "She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean like a fucking slut." I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. He came hard, shooting thick ropes down my throat. I swallowed it all, licking him clean just like the story said.
Bennett pulled me up and bent me over the counter. He shoved my shorts down and spat on his fingers, pushing two straight into my ass without warning. I grunted, pushing back against the burn. "Eggs are getting cold," he said, voice dirty and amused. He finger-fucked me open quick and rough while I reached for the plate, scooping up a bite with my free hand.
He replaced his fingers with his cock, still half-hard and slick from my spit. He drove in deep on the first thrust, bottoming out. I dropped the fork and braced myself, eggs forgotten. Bennett fucked me hard, the counter digging into my hips. "Take it," he ordered. "Just like that slut in the book. You love getting used while breakfast burns."
I reached down and jerked my own cock in time with his thrusts. Every slam hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. Bennett grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. "Tell me you want it dirtier," he demanded.
"Harder," I gasped. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He did. Skin slapped skin, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. He reached around and smeared egg yolk across my chest, pinching my nipples with greasy fingers. The mix of food and filth made my balls tighten. I came with a shout, shooting across the cabinet doors. Bennett followed right after, filling my ass with another load.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then Bennett pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down my thigh. He spun me around, pushed me to my knees again, and fed me another bite of the now-cold eggs mixed with his taste. "Breakfast of champions," he said with a grin.
I licked his fingers clean. "Your turn next time," I told him. "I want you reading that book while I eat your ass over the stove."
Bennett's eyes lit up. He grabbed the book again. "Deal. But I get to pick the page."
We didn't make it to the table. The eggs sat abandoned while Bennett read the next chapter out loud and I got him hard again with my mouth. The morning stretched long and messy, the kitchen smelling like sex and butter, both of us too busy chasing the next filthy line to care about anything else.
