Page 14 of Filthy Chef

After studying me for a beat, she rolls her tongue inside her mouth, then lets a silvery rope of saliva fall to my tip.

“What do I do now?” Journey asks.

“Now, you stop talking, open your dirty mouth and take this dick like a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she croaks.

Am I an asshole for getting off on talking to her like this? Yes. But she’s so good at it, and I’m already addicted to having her like this.

She closes her eyes, then wraps her pretty mouth around the tip of my cock.

“Eyes on me.” I fist a handful of her hair and guide her on my cock, slowly letting her get used to how I feel in her mouth. Then, I push in, finding a rhythm. I nearly lose my mind at every tiny moan from her throat, vibrating against my skin.

The more I push, the more she opens her throat to take me.

I could come now, pouring myself out down her throat. I, in fact, need to come. But not like this.

In one swift movement I pull Journey off my cock and move her onto her side, her back to my front.

She lets out a long sigh.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.”

“I’m shy,” she says.

I notch my rock-hard cock between her upper thighs, her wet, swollen folds wetting my shaft.

“Tell me.”

“I like this. I like you spooning me. I feel safe.”

Her sweet words drill a hole in my chest, exposing everything missing from my life.

It’s her. I found her. I found the one to protect. The one I want to keep warm and safe for as long as I live.

One thrust between her upper thighs and I’m nearly launched through the atmosphere.

“Daddy will always keep you safe, baby girl.”

Her soft, sweet cries break me in half as I come, long and hard.

I’m making promises to a woman who doesn’t even know who I am.

She’ll find out soon enough.

A phone rings from inside the bathroom.

The running shower shuts off and Journey answers the call, delight in her voice.

“This is Journey! Hello?”

The unbearably long pause has me holding my breath, and I’m frozen to the bed.

“Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?”

Another pause, and then, “No, no, of course you’re not kidding. Of course I accept. That’s amazing news, thank you so much…oh…the salary? That’s…fine…yes, less than I expected, but we all have to work our way to the top, right? No, not your restaurant, I just mean in general…no, chef, I’m not implying that Rubicon is only a stepping stone…listen, I’m so grateful for the opportunity…great, see you tomorrow.”

The phone echoes on the other side of the door as she sets it on the bathroom counter.

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