The morning sun filtered through the blinds of their modern kitchen, casting warm stripes across the cool marble island. Kim had only meant to reach for a coffee mug when Marcus stepped behind her, his massive frame pressing her forward until her full breasts flattened against the sleek countertop. “Breakfast can wait,” he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Before she could reply, he lifted her leg high, hooking it over his powerful shoulder. Kim gasped as her back arched on the island, long black hair spilling like ink across the white marble. Her body was completely exposed to him—lush curves, hard nipples, and the slick heat between her thighs that betrayed how badly she wanted this. Marcus’s dark, chiseled body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Every muscle stood out in sharp relief as he gripped her raised thigh, steadying her. His thick, veined cock, already rock-hard and glistening, nudged against her entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. “Oh fuck—yes!” Kim cried out, her red nails scraping the marble as pleasure ripped through her. He didn’t hold back. Each deep stroke slammed into her with raw intensity, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoing off the black cabinets. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust, her mouth open in a constant moan. Marcus’s free hand roamed her body, squeezing her ass, pinching a sensitive nipple, claiming every inch of her as his. “Take it all, baby,” he grunted, hips snapping faster, the thick head of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. Kim’s toes curled, one foot dangling off the edge of the island while the other pointed toward the ceiling. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, drawing him even deeper. The tension built fast and merciless—her moans turning into desperate cries as orgasm crashed over her. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan, his powerful body shuddering as he filled her completely. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, the kitchen island now their favorite new playground. Coffee? Completely forgotten.