?Chapter 439:


    Just then, yton turned to face me. “Makenna, help me with—” His words trailed off as we found ourselves just inches apart, locked in each other’s gaze. The world around us seemed to still.


    Slowly, the space between us closed. yton leaned in. His warm hands cradled my face as he kissed me softly. My heart fluttered wildly, and I naturally shut my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen our kiss.


    All that filled the kitchen was the soft sound of our lips meeting. yton’s hands, initially cradling my face, began to slowly descend. Through the fabric of my clothes, his touch grazed my breasts, sending a shiver through my body. He then turned me around and pressed my back against the countertop.


    Breathless, I looked into yton’s intense eyes and couldn’t help but smile shyly.


    “I want you, Makenna…”


    yton’s hands gripped my waist firmly and his body radiated an intense warmth. His eyes, usually so gentle, now shimmered with unspoken desire.


    I smiled, cupped his face, and sucked his lips softly, letting my actions convey my feelings. yton kissed me again, his hands never still. One slipped under my clothes, gently teasing my nipples until they hardened under his touch. The other carefully lifted me onto the countertop amidst the scattered ingredients. Then he positioned himself between my legs.


    I bit my lower lip and instinctively spread them, feeling yton’s hard penis press against my vagina, teasing me. His fingers traced along mybia, caressing my most sensitive spot.


    “Mm… Argh…” A moan escaped me as I leaned into him, my body alight with longing. I silently pleaded for him to extinguish the fire inside me. Lowering my head, I unzipped his pants and freed his erect penis, its tip glistening.


    “Makenna, are you ready?” he whispered.


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    “Yes…” I panted, my eyes fixed on him as his penis pressed against my entrance, promising sweet relief. I squirmed impatiently.


    yton smiled tenderly, stroking my hair before gently thrusting into my wet vagina. Perhaps because I was pregnant, he was exceedingly gentle, careful not to go too deep. His voice, deep and husky, carried concern. “If you feel ufortable, tell me immediately.”


    I nodded, craving to bepletely filled by him. My inner walls clung tightly to his shaft, heightening every sensation.


    Then, suddenly, the smell of burning snapped me back to reality. The food! Anxiety surged through me, and my body clenched around the tip of yton’s penis, making him gasp.


    “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, pressing a calming kiss to my lips. With one hand, he reached over and switched off the stove, never faltering in his rhythm as he continued to thrust in and out.


    A wave of tingling pleasure washed over me as I sat on the countertop. Instinctively, I moved my hips in sync with his, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist to draw him closer. Soft moans slipped past my lips as the pleasure built to an overwhelming peak.


    We clung to each other, utterly lost in the heat of passion.


    Makenna’s POV:


    After our tender moment, yton didn’t hesitate to take over the mess in the kitchen. The burnt food was gone, and in its ce, he prepared a sumptuous dinner that made my mouth water. As we sat at the dining table, the delicious aroma of the dishes filled the air, making my stomach rumble. yton, ever so attentive, asionally picked up food for me, his gaze warm and affectionate, causing my heart to flutter each time.


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