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 cock 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, fucking 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 cock whenever I...