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“Thank you,” I said, taking a sip as he left to bring back some strawberry shortcake that he had made yesterday.

He sat down next to me, studying while he took a long sip of his drink.

“I think we do the quiz and then talk about what you want,” I said, grabbing a fork and getting a piece of the cake.

“Ok,” he smirked, getting up and retrieving our tablets.

We each pulled up the survey she had sent us.

“I don’t know if I could ever be Genevieve, she was…”

“She was sexy as hell ordering us around.” Luke finished my sentence.

“God, was she impressive,” I said, watching the survey pop up. “That outfit she was wearing was stunning on her and her body was gorgeous.”

“It was tight in all the right places,” Luke said. “The way she carried herself, I’ve never met a woman who made me want to get on my knees and crawl for her.”

I looked up at him with a raised brow.

“Hermosa, you know what I mean,” he said, blushing fiercely. “I was just?—”

I smiled. “It’s ok, babe, I know what you meant, but if you really want to get on your knees all you have to do is kneel.”

I took another bite of the cake, making sure to moan. Luke didn’t waste any time kneeling in front of me like Genevieve had shown him. My heart raced seeing him in this position. I laid my heel on his shoulder.

“Take it off,” I said, eating my cake.

He unclasped the heel, taking it off and rubbing my arch. I moaned again as he rubbed up my calf, kneading into my muscles. I reluctantly pulled away, switching legs when he pulled off my other heel without me asking. He kissed the top of my foot making his way up my leg.

I was needy and throbbing, I didn’t know what to do next, so I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. He moaned, tasting the strawberry cake, his tongue danced along with my own and it was like a rubber band had snapped.

We were pulling at each other's clothes frantically. He sat me on the table with one piece of clothing on, kneeling in between my legs, spreading them, exposing me to him. My thong was wet, my thighs were damp and I whined, hoping he would just dive in. He hooked his thumbs into my thong, bringing it down my legs, and tossed them over his shoulder before kissing the apex of my thighs.

He began to tease me, kissing everywhere except where I wanted him to. I was getting impatient and about to snap when he gave me what I wanted. His first lick made me groan. His second lick swirled around my clit and made me want to close my thighs on his head.

“Luke,” I moaned, threading my hands through his hair, pulling at his strands lightly.

He inserted one finger in me and then two, pumping into me as his tongue teased me.

I put my hand down on my piece of cake, leaning back to give him some space. My orgasm was getting closer and just when I was about to fall apart he stopped.

I huffed in annoyance as he stood up with his cock already out. He stroked himself with a smirk. Leaning up, I grabbed his chin, smearing the cake on his skin. I kissed him, pulling him towards me, lining up his cock with my pussy.

We moaned together when he slid into me slowly. He kissed me, smearing my face with cake and we enjoyed the sweetness together. His thrusts were slow and languid. I whimpered, wanting more.

“Luke,” I said in between kisses, getting more impatient.

I didn’t need to say more. He thrust into me harder, rocking the table each time. My nails dug into his forearms as I held on from the deliciously, punishing pace. He pushed my chest down until I was laying down and he grabbed my hips for more leverage.

Luke groaned and looked up, exposing the corded muscle in his neck. His muscles flexed with each thrust as a light sheen of sweat reflected off his skin.

“Come on, darlin’, come on my cock,” he panted, his southern accent even more pronounced.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, as he touched my clit, going in small circles that drove me mad.

I shouted my release, tightening my legs around him as he slammed into me a few more times before finding his own release. He moaned my name and there was nothing sexier than my name on his lips as he came.

He leaned down, peppering my chest with small kisses and we came down from our high. We kissed, giving each other pieces of cake when the table groaned in protest as he stood up.

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