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Dirty Chef

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Fuck yeah, she slipped her hands between us to unzip my jeans.

I pushed up her skimpy top and got my first visual of those bad boys. Holy fucking hell. I bent down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, and then I was spiraling. I groaned at the feel of her fingers teasing the length of my cock. First outside of my boxer briefs, then they dipped underneath.

Alessia whimpered.

No more waiting.

I’d take my time and explore every inch of her body later, but right now, I needed to be balls deep inside the only woman who’d ever owned me.

I sat back on my heels and got to work on my jeans.

“Lose the shorts,” I rasped. “I gotta have you.”

I felt an insurmountable amount of relief when I noticed her shyness had taken a hike. I knew she was self-conscious about her body, which was fucking stupid. But her mind wasn’t on that now. It was on me, and it made me feel ten feet tall.

She squirmed her way out of her tiny shorts and lost the top, and I whispered a ragged curse. Good Christ, I had no words for how beautiful she was. I slid a hand up the inside of her silky thigh, my gaze glued to her soft-looking pussy. My thumb brushed over the smooth lips, and my mouth watered. She was so goddamn wet. I couldn’t resist—

“Don’t even think about it.” She pushed herself up on her elbows and eyed me seductively. “Fuck me, Adam.”

I sucked my teeth and rubbed a hand over my mouth, wondering how many times I’d fantasized about hearing her say those words. Too many to count. I didn’t even bother pushing the jeans past my thighs. I didn’t have the time. Instead, I lowered myself over Alessia again, and I kissed her slowly, coaxing her tongue out with mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.

She shivered violently and eased back again, her hands sliding up my biceps. Forehead to forehead, I closed my eyes, gave myself a couple unhurried strokes, and dragged the head of my cock between her wet lips. I felt the heat, smelled her mouthwatering arousal, and groaned under my breath.

Her pleading sounds went straight to my heart.

She writhed underneath me and tried to pull me closer. I couldn’t shake the soft grin when she pressed her heels into my ass.

“Patience, baby,” I whispered.

“I don’t know what that is.”

I chuckled huskily, then caught her off guard by forcing myself deep into her pussy in one single thrust.

Motherfucking God.

Alessia gasped and dug her fingernails into my back.

The feeling was indescribable, and now I couldn’t agree with her earlier assessment. She’d said my food was better than sex…? Not anymore. She was all soft, wet, hot, and tight.

As if my addiction to Alessia wasn’t severe already.

I cupped her cheek and waited for her expression to be less pinched.

“You okay?” I kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Understatement,” she breathed. “I’m not gonna stroke your ego.”

I grinned and kissed her hard.

She exhaled a shaky laugh, and that only felt glorious. She contracted around me as I drew out slowly and pushed in again.

She hissed.

I set an unhurried pace—until she was spurring me on. Then all bets were off. The second she whimpered a soft “More,” I drove into her hard and let my brain check out. I fucked her into the floor in firm, deep strokes and used my free hand to explore every dip and curve I could reach.

Goddamn, for the first time in my life, I wanted to be anything but safe. She hadn’t asked for a condom, and I wasn’t gonna remind her. I knew she’d been responsible, just like I had. But we were different. This was different. This was fucking sacred. And there was one risk I was suddenly willing to take.

After what she’d said, the images she’d painted, it wasn’t even a risk anymore.

That’s what Alessia did. She turned risks into chances.

I had to make her mine.

Gathering her hands in one of mine above her head, I slammed into her pussy and swallowed her moan in a deep kiss.

“Oh cazzo,” she mewled. Whenever I ground my pelvis against her, she lifted from the floor in the sexiest arch. “Adam, please.”

Goose bumps rose across my back.

With a hand between us, I pressed the pad of my thumb down on her clit and began rubbing tight little circles around it. Soft strokes over, up and down, hard circles around, over and over.

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, and I felt her inner muscles flutter around me. The sensations shot through me and cut my chase short. She was gonna get me off too fast if she kept that up.

I groaned as she grazed her teeth along my neck.

She murmured some sexy Italian in my ear, and I almost lost my shit.



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