Page 55 of My Best Friend's Dad

I wanted to fuck that tight little hole. I would bet good money that it was virginal too.

My cock throbbed at the thought.

“You already had dessert,” she sassed, and I leaned back just enough to pop her bottom with a firm, stinging spank. She squealed, moving just out of my reach.

“Sassy girl. Now let’s finish these gnocchi before I decide to take you over my knee again,” I replied.

“Promises, promises,” she said lightly.

“Keep it up, baby girl, and I’ll torture that sweet little clit with my tongue all night,” I warned her.

“But I’m so sensitive!”

“Then you better be a good girl, shouldn’t you?” I chuckled, but I wanted nothing more than to do exactly as I threatened.

I would never tire of the taste of that sweet little pussy. It was like a drug. One hit and I was already hopelessly addicted.

She pouted adorably, and I laughed a little harder, turning back to the gnocchi dough.

Somehow, the two of us managed to concentrate on making dinner. Once we had finished rolling and cutting the gnocchi, we moved on. It was time to prepare the sauce. I guided her through the process, explaining each step as we went.

“First, we start with the tomatoes,” I said, handing her a fresh ripe tomato. “We need to blanch them to remove the skins.”

She watched intently as I demonstrated, and then she took over, her movements growing more confident with each task. The kitchen filled with the rich aroma of garlic sautéing in olive oil, mingling with the scent of fresh basil. Jenna stirred the sauce every few minutes with a look of intent focus all over her face.

It was ridiculously cute.

It only made me want to fuck her more.

“You’re doing great,” I praised her, standing close beside her. “Just keep stirring, and we’ll add the gnocchi in a minute.”

As the sauce simmered, I brought a pot of water to a boil for the gnocchi. “Okay, the water’s ready. Let’s cook these little pillows of heaven.”

We carefully dropped the gnocchi into the boiling water, watching as they floated to the surface before too long went by.

“That’s when you know they’re done,” I explained. “They’ll rise to the top, light and fluffy.”

“I can’t wait to eat these. I’m so hungry,” she quipped, and I traced my fingers down her spine, pulling her in for a quick kiss before I turned back to the food.

Once the gnocchi were cooked, we transferred them to the sauce, gently tossing them to coat every piece with the rich, tangy mixture. I took a wooden spoon and scooped up a few gnocchi, before I pressed it to her lips. Her gaze was hot as she stared into my eyes. She opened her mouth suggestively and I couldn’t help but groan with arousal.

Jenna took a taste, her eyes widening with delight.

“Oh, my god, Vincenzo, this is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now let’s plate this up and enjoy,” I replied with a smile.

I served the two of us generous portions and slid a plate in front of her. Sitting next to her, I watched as she took her first full bite, her expression one of pure bliss.

The only thing better was watching the look on her face when she came undone beneath me.

“This is even more delicious than I remembered,” she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

I took a bite as well, savoring the familiar flavors.

I watched Jenna as she took the last bite of her gnocchi, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. Her hazel eyes met mine and her cheeks pinkened the slightest bit.

She was so fucking beautiful.

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