Page 81 of Go Cook Yourself

The depth of his voice thrums through my limbs. “You’re so sexy, baby. I’m so hard for you. All I think about is being inside you.” He pauses and growls, his face strained and his jaw hard. "You’re everything.”

He drags a breath into his mouth, and his nostrils flare. “Shit, I’ve never been this turned on before.”

He shakes his head, and my whole body flushes under the intensity of his dark-eyed stare and tight jaw.

“I haven’t stopped wanting to touch you since we were last together. I fantasise about you every night until I might burst with need for you. Do you think of me?” He grinds his teeth for a second, and I sense a vulnerability.

Finally, I find my voice. “Every second. I need you inside me. Some days, it’s all that fills my head. Working with you day after day destroys me because all I want is to fuck you.”

A tentative smile turns up the corners of his mouth, but then he returns to his role of commanding me.

“That’s my good girl. Now show me what’s hiding beneath that blouse.” I do as he says. My nipples press against the lace of my bra, and he licks his lips slowly as if he’s readying himself to devour me. “Is your toy in your bag?”

I nod. “I’ve got lube, too,” I whisper.

“Good girl. Get them and sit on the edge of the bed facing me. Lube your toy, but don’t slide it inside until I say.”

“Yes, Chef.” Just saying that makes me pant with anticipation. “Should I keep my knickers on?”

He shakes his head. Every part of him focuses on me. I remove my knickers gradually, my bum facing him, but I watch him from the mirror again. I’ve learnt what he likes, and I’m rewarded with a groan that fills my entire body, building my arousal impossibly higher.

“Now give me those little lace things.”

I pass them to him, and he takes the opportunity to run his fingers between my legs. “Wider,” he grunts, and I obey. He rubs my clit and slides a finger inside me. I whimper but force my eyes to remain open. His stare is dark and filled with desire. “You’re soaking wet for me. I want to be inside you, but you promised me toy play. Now go to the bed.”

He continues to stroke his cock, his eyes wide with awe as I follow his demands. “Bra off.”

I undo my bra, and it falls to the floor. “Your tits are fucking amazing. Or do you prefer it when I say breasts?”

“Tits are good,” I say. The word is harsh on my lips, but I like it.

“Are you doing okay, baby? Am I too feral and coarse for you?”

I shake my head.

“Good, because you know there will be plenty of time for soft and slow later. I want to make love to you until dawn.”

I hold in a gasp. He said make love! I can’t linger on it, so instead, I cling to the lust blazing through me.

“Now work that toy into your pussy, gorgeous. It vibrates in two places, so I want you to press it against your clit at the same time.” I whimper as soon as I touch myself. “You’re so needy for it.”

“Needy for you,” I rasp as reason tries to leave me.

“Is that right?”

I nod, eliciting a smile so hungry from him that it makes my stomach roll repeatedly.

“I want you to work it faster inside you. Can you do that?”

I nod again.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, Chef.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He’s wrapped his dick with my knickers, and he’s fisting them around his cock quickly. When I speed up, he does, too.

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