Dirty Chef

That worked on her, and seeing the transformation happen right before my eyes caused something to snap inside me. I saw it in her eyes. The desperation seeped through, and she pressed her thighs together. Her hands dropped to her lap.

“Is that it, baby?” I stared hungrily as the head of my cock rubbed against the back of her throat. “Were you a filthy little girl at camp? Did you think about me taking you even back then?”

She nodded minutely and blushed furiously.

My lips parted with a heavy breath. Fucking hell. Then I watched her screw her eyes shut and choke when I pressed the head down her throat.

“Breathe through your nose,” I murmured. “You can’t confess something like that and expect me to act like a gentleman. If you act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

She whimpered again, and the quick vibrations traveled up my shaft.

I gave her some time to adjust until I felt her hands sliding up my thighs and back to my ass again.

“Perfect,” I breathed through a shiver. I eased up some. “We have years of fantasies to act out, I reckon.”

Her gaze flashed to mine, and I saw all the silent pleading I needed to see to let go of my last shred of decency.

Pushing forward again, I fucked her tight throat in quick little thrusts. In, in, in, out. I let her gulp for air before I forced myself in again.

I sucked in a breath as a wave of heat washed over me.

“Suck me for all you’re worth,” I ordered raggedly. “It’s the only cock you’ll worship for the rest of your life.”

She moaned and redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around me every time she drew me in. “It’s the only cock I want.”

“Good.” I touched her cheek. “Sometimes I’ll treat you like a princess when I take you. I’ll smother you in kisses and fuck your sweet pussy with my tongue until you pass out.” I grabbed ahold of the back of her head and slowly pushed my cock down her throat. “And sometimes.” I stifled a groan as she choked and convulsed around me. “Sometimes I’ll treat you like my dirty little whore. I’ll use you because I can’t fucking control myself around you.”

When I let her come up for air, she gasped out, “Adam, I need you.”

And those words nearly pushed me over the edge.

I clenched my jaw and hauled her off the floor. I was completely done talking. Ushering her over to the couch, I positioned myself behind her and made quick work of her pants. I shoved a hand down her panties and felt how soaked she was.

She mewled and bucked into my hand.

She couldn’t be more ready for me.

As I pushed down her panties, I bent her over the back of the couch. Then I guided my cock to her pussy and slammed in.

With a tight grip on her luscious hips, I fucked her hard and relentlessly, setting the pace for the rest of the weekend that would be remembered by all the spots in our building I claimed my future wife.

* * *

I grabbed the headboard and punched into her over and over while she cried out and clawed at me. It used to be her bed. Now it was ours.

She’d turned me into an insatiable animal, and she matched the thirst like no one else.

“You’re so close,” I said, breathing heavily. “Come on, love. One more, and then I’ll fill you again.”

I’d become obsessed with coming inside her.

She gasped and threw her head back.

I rubbed her clit harder, and when I admitted how much it turned me on to watch my come trickle out of her tight pussy, she went rigid and screamed out her orgasm.

I followed as if her body commanded it.

* * *

Up until Valentine’s week started at the restaurant, life was solely about food and sex.

Whenever we worked, the ring burned in my pocket.

Possessiveness continued to build up within me, and it was her I took it all out on—every minute I could. In the elevator, in the stairwell, and one night, I broke my own rule and took her behind the bar in the restaurant.

The streetlights outside were the only source of light when I lifted her up onto the counter next to the register, parted her legs, and buried my face against her pussy.

She’d been asking for it all night by wearing a skirt and reminding me she’d skipped the panties.

“Anyone can see us, baby,” she hissed.

“You should’ve thought of that sooner.” I got down on one knee and encouraged her to drape her legs over my shoulders. Fuck, she tasted amazing, and the sounds she made drove me nuts. She always tried to keep it down at first. But eventually, she caved.

I sucked on her clit and fingered her, I rubbed the stubble around my mouth between her lips where she was so fucking sensitive, then I licked the flesh I’d upset and watched it turn dark pink. I tongue-fucked her until she was begging for my cock, I teased her until she was desperate. It was how I wanted her. Always.