Page 33 of Filthy Chef

Mop buckets.

People who order their steaks well done.

Nothing is making my cock go down.

The only way to stop this is to shock her.

Without asking, I haul her back against my chest. Spreading her cheeks, I slide two fingers home, my thumb teasing that tight little star at the back.

“Jason!”

“Do I have your attention now?” I drag my free hand over her front, tweaking one nipple on my way down, caressing her soft tummy, rubbing her delicious pooch, and finally cupping her pussy, where I find her clit ready and waiting.

“Y-yes,” she gasps, flexing around my fingers.

I work her to a frenzy as the hot spray drenches my hair, warming my skin and washing away the sweat, dirt, and grime of a long workday. She comes hard and fast with only a few sweeps of my fingers around her tight clit. She bears down on my fingers and cries out.

“Your dreams can come true, Journey. You just have to get comfortable with a little help.”

She smiles at me, looking up and over her shoulder. Her curls cling to her face. “Or a lot, in this case.”

“What am I going to do with you, shortcake?”

“Finally fuck me with that great big cock, Daddy?”

“I would, but you gotta relax that finger trap, baby girl,” I grit out.

Journey laughs, and I take the opportunity to sit on the shower bench and throw her onto my lap so she straddles me.

“You’re strong,” she says.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Hang on to me.”

Fitting her legs snugly on either side of my hips, she circles her arms around my shoulders. I notch the tip of my cock inside her.

“You’re my girl now. Mine. That means you’re gonna take it raw.”

She bites her lip and nods.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, Chef,” she breathes, sinking down slowly, inch by inch, swallowing my cock with her tight, wet heat.

I let her adjust to me slowly. Her eyes glaze over with happiness.

I pull her down for a kiss, then piston my hips up off the bench.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she matches my rhythm with her rolling hips.

“How is everything?”

“Perfect, Chef,” she says with a gasp.

Slowly, I pump in and out, letting us savor every delicious moment. The love bites on her breast remind me of everything we did last night. I cover each one with sweet kisses, determined to add more to the mix once I have her in my bed.

“I’m gonna make everything perfect for you, every night. Wait and see. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

Journey smiles down at me. Her words tumble out of her, punctuated by our shared rhythm. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t even have to spoil me. It just has to be you.”

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