Page 41 of Salacious Devotion

Her pussy clenches my dick hard, and I force myself to look at her before I close my eyes and empty my cock into the condom. My release is heaven.

“I can’t believe this.” Paige is wandering around in my state-of-the-art kitchen.

I’m sitting on the counter near the fridge, watching her. She’s barefoot and wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts. I put it on her, and I fastened one button below her breasts. It hangs to her thighs, and every time she turns, I get a glimpse of her tits.

“It will take me a week to learn how to operate the stove alone.”

I chuckle. “I’m going to gain ten pounds this month, aren’t I?” My girl always liked to cook. She tells me she hasn’t done so for a long time because she found no pleasure in cooking for herself. But we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future, and we’ll be limited to the occasional grocery delivery. No takeout. No eating at restaurants.

She’s rubbing her hands together already as she leans into my fridge to see what I have stocked for her. “You got some of everything, didn’t you?”

“I tried. Make a list of what you’re missing. I’ll get it on the next order. And Paige…?”

She twists around to look at me. “Yeah?”

“You know you’re not obligated to cook, right? I’m only indulging you because I remember you liked to. If you’re not feeling it, we’ll share the task or eat sandwiches and frozen dinners.”

She shakes her head. “I’m so excited about cooking that my mouth is watering.”

I smile indulgently and jump down from the counter. I grab her around the waist and lift her onto the island, loving her squeal.

“Dane!”

I lower her to her back, undo the button, spread my shirt open, and lift her knees. “First, I’m going to eat, and then you can cook.”

She giggles. “That makes no sense.”

I open her legs wide, drop my mouth onto her pussy, and thrust my tongue into her.

Fuck, her moan is worth it. So is the way she arches her chest, making her tits rise and bounce. And the way she grabs my head, threading her fingers through my hair. And the way she spreads her legs farther, giving me better access.

I suck her pussy and then lap at her clit until she cries out my name.

“Mmmm.” I lick my lips and wipe my mouth on the corner of her borrowed dress shirt. “Delicious.”

“Now I’m too limp to cook,” she murmurs.

I drag her closer to the edge of the island so I can suckle her nipples next. Back and forth, teasing her until they’re hard and she’s moaning.

When I finally lift my head, I stare down at her swollen buds and admire my work. Smoking hot. “Maybe we should just have sandwiches tonight,” I suggest. “Much faster. Then we can go try out my mattress.”

She shoves at me. “Not a chance. We’ll try out your mattress after we eat a good meal. Get off me and leave the kitchen so I can think straight.”

I lift her to her feet and press her against the island. Running my fingers through her hair, I lower my mouth and kiss her senseless. I like her off-kilter. I want to keep her this way every day.

“Still want to cook?” I mumble against her lips.

“Uh-huh. Food. We need food.”

“Okay, but I’m not leaving the kitchen. I’m going to watch. And you don’t get to button the shirt.”

She gives me a slow grin. “I could tie you to a chair and then take the shirt off entirely while I work. Maybe I’ll even come over every few minutes and lick your cock, just to make sure you’re paying attention.”

I’m shocked by her suggestion that she would cook naked. She’s never liked to wander around naked. She’s feeling bold tonight. Or perhaps permanently horny.

I do not let my girl dominate me. Ever. The idea is tempting, though. “I won’t agree to the restraints, but I’ll sit naked in a chair while you cook if you’re going to suck my cock from time to time.”

She gives me a slow grin. “Deal.”

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