I walked in the door to the smell of ribs. If the photo of my wife’s hot, bald cunt she’d sent an hour ago hadn’t already soaked my mouth with hunger, that smoky, sweet barbecue scent would’ve done it.

I stepped into the kitchen and there she was: nothing but a tiny red apron tied around her waist, that phat, perfect ass completely bare except for the jeweled plug winking at me between her cheeks. Her hand was between her thighs, fingers moving in slow, greedy circles. My little slut was already playing with herself.

Cock instantly rock-hard, I crossed the room in three strides. She glanced over her shoulder, bit her lip, and gave me that filthy smile.

“Dinner’s ready, Daddy,” she purred, “but could you please eat me first?”

She spun around, grabbed my face, and kissed me deep, tongue sliding against mine like she was already fucking my mouth. I pulled her slick fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean, one by one, groaning at the taste of her.

I hoisted her onto the counter like she weighed nothing. She spread those thick thighs wide, apron falling open, showing me that glistening, swollen prize. I kissed my way up her soft inner thighs, lifted one leg high enough to admire that sparkling jewel again, and growled against her skin. “I’m fucking this ass later.”

Then I buried my face in her. I sucked her fat pussy lips into my mouth, tongue parting her folds while one hand tugged gently on the plug. She was so wet her juices were already dripping down to coat it, making every twist and pull slick and obscene. She moaned incoherently, hips rolling, trying to ride my face right there on the granite.

When I finally sealed my lips around her hard little clit, her thighs clamped around my head like a vice. I licked fast and relentless, fingers sliding deep into her cunt, curling hard against that spot that makes her lose her fucking mind. The plug kept sliding in and out of her ass with wet, nasty sounds, her cream running everywhere.

“Daddy, fuck, right there!” she gasped, voice cracking.

I didn’t stop. I sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping, twisting the plug until she screamed. Her whole body seized, back arching off the counter, and then she came like a dam breaking.

The first jet hit me square in the mouth, hot and sweet. Another followed, stronger, splashing my beard, my cheeks, soaking the collar of my shirt. She squirted again and again, thighs shaking like crazy, flooding my face while I swallowed everything I could and let the rest pour down my neck.

When the waves finally slowed, she slumped back against the cabinets, chest heaving, apron twisted and useless. I stood up dripping, shirt plastered to my skin, cock aching like it might rip through my jeans.

She looked at me through hooded eyes, licked her lips, and croaked, “Ribs are gonna get cold.” I grabbed her thighs, yanked her to the edge of the counter, and lined myself up with that swollen, dripping cunt.

“Fuck the ribs,” I snarled, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, nails clawing my shoulders as I buried every inch balls-deep. I yanked the plug free with a wet pop, tossed it aside, and shoved two slick fingers straight into her gaping ass. Then I started pounding her, hard, fast, the whole counter rattling, spice jars clattering to the floor.

"Daddy’s having dessert first,” I growled against her throat, feeling her clench around my cock and my fingers. “Then I’m bending you over and wrecking this perfect ass right here on the kitchen floor.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, voice breaking into another moan. “All of me. Always.”

I pulled out of her dripping cunt with a slow, deliberate drag, letting her feel every thick inch slide free. Her walls fluttered around nothing, greedy for more, and she whined low in her throat like I’d just taken away her favorite toy. “Turn around,” I ordered, voice rough. “Hands on the counter. Ass up.”

She obeyed instantly, spinning on the granite, planting both palms wide and arching her back the way she knows drives me insane. That perfect, heart-shaped ass presented itself like a fucking gift—cheeks still flushed from the earlier spanking I’d given her thighs, the little jeweled plug now lying forgotten on the floor beside a spilled bottle of smoked paprika.

I stepped in close, gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, and let my cock rest heavy between her cheeks. The head nudged against her stretched, slick hole, teasing without pushing in yet. She pushed back, impatient, needy. “Daddy, please…”

“Please what, baby?” I leaned over her, chest to her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what my little slut wants.”

She shivered, voice breaking. “I want you to fuck my ass. Hard. Deep. Make it hurt so good I can’t think about anything else.”

Fuck. That did it. I spat into my palm, slicked my cock even though she was already soaked from everything else we’d done, then pressed the fat head against her puffy, greedy ring. One slow, relentless push and I was inside—past the first ring, then deeper, until my hips kissed her cheeks and she was stuffed full.

Her moan cracked into a sharp cry. “Oh fuck—Daddy—too big—”

“You can take it,” I growled, holding still for a second to let her adjust. “You were born to take this cock in every hole.”

Then I started moving. Slow at first—long, deep strokes that made her gasp every time I bottomed out. Each pull dragged her tight walls along my shaft; each thrust punched a wet, filthy sound out of her. Her fingers scrabbled at the counter, knocking over the salt grinder. I didn’t care. The whole kitchen could burn down right now and I wouldn’t stop.

I picked up speed. Harder. Deeper. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the tile. Her tits swung beneath the useless apron with every brutal thrust; I reached around and pinched her nipples hard, twisting until she yelped.

“Look at you,” I rasped, watching my cock disappear into her ass again and again. “Taking Daddy’s dick like a good girl. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

“Yes—yes—fuck yes—” Her words dissolved into broken whimpers every time I slammed home.

I slid one hand down between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen clit. I rubbed fast, rough circles while I fucked her ass mercilessly. She started shaking—full-body tremors—and I knew she was close again. “Come for me,” I commanded. “Come with my cock buried in your tight little ass. Show me how much you love it.” She shattered.

Her scream bounced off every surface in the kitchen. Her ass clamped down so hard I nearly lost it right then. Juices gushed from her cunt, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath us. I kept pounding through her spasms, drawing it out, making her ride every aftershock until she was babbling nonsense. "Daddy, please, too much, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck—"

When her legs finally started to give out, I wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up and drove deep one last time. I buried myself to the hilt and let go. The first pulse felt like it came from my fucking soul. I groaned her name against her neck as I flooded her ass—hot, thick ropes painting her insides. She moaned brokenly, pushing back like she wanted every drop. I kept shallow thrusts through the aftershocks, milking myself dry inside her until we were both trembling and oversensitive.

When I finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum followed, sliding down her thigh. I turned her gently, lifted her chin, and kissed her slow—deep—tasting salt and smoke and us. She smiled against my mouth, dazed and glowing. “Dessert was… intense.”

I smirked, thumb brushing over her swollen bottom lip. “Ribs are definitely cold now.”

She laughed—soft, wrecked—and leaned her forehead against mine. “Worth it.”

I scooped her up bridal-style, her arms looping around my neck. Cum still leaked from her ass, smearing against my forearm. I didn’t care.“C’mon, baby,” I murmured, carrying her toward the bedroom. “Shower first. Then I’m eating those fucking ribs off your body. ”

Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning.

“Promise?”

I kissed her hard enough to bruise.

“Every damn bite.”