Page 98 of Can't Kiss the Chef

I make a show by swinging my hips as I walk back to Byron’s bed. When I sit down, I cross my right leg over the left before opening them wide, making sure Byron gets a look at how wet I am. He stalks forward forgetting about my demands so I quickly cross them back over one another.

“You’re not getting any of this until you undress.”

In a matter of seconds Byron is stripped free from his clothes and on his knees in front of me. He runs his hands down my legs. He lifts them and places them on the bed.

His tongue sinks inside me. My back curves and sparks of pleasure shoot through me. He devours me, clearly not forgetting what I like.

I fall to the bed, gripping the sheets. He’s relentless, bringing me just to the edge before backing away.

He moves his mouth to my clit as his hands grip my ass.

“Please just make me come,” I beg.

“I can’t do this much longer.”

Byron’s laugh is muffled by my pussy, pushing me closer to my desperately needed orgasm.

All it takes is one pump of his finger and a suck of my sensitive bud and I explode.

“Holy shit By, that was some of your best work.”

His eyes roll, but I know he loves my off-hand comments.

I leave him not much time before I give my next demand.

“Sit up against the backboard.”

“I forgot just how much I love your bossy ass in the bedroom.”

He settles on the bed back resting against the backboard. I straddle his thighs giving myself enough space to look down and watch as my finger runs down his toned chest.

I lean in and kiss him as my hand strokes his hard cock. I rise to my knees so I can run the tip over my wet folds. His eyes are lost in a hazy lust. I push down and ease the throbbing between my legs.

I move my hands through his hair as I ride him. He matches my thrusts. We’re loud, not caring that his roommates could walk through the door at any moment.

I tease my clit adding the perfect amount of pressure until I come a second time.

When Byron realizes I’m exhausted he takes control. He flips us, thrusting his cock into me. His eyes soften right before his lips land on mine. We kiss lazily as he takes his time finding his release. I grip his ass and hold his body against mine reminding him that he is my security blanket and I don’t want to lose him again.

After a few more pumps he finds his own release.

After we are both cleaned up, he takes his favorite spot as the big spoon.

“This was my favorite birthday too.”

It’s a quiet realization.

“I want to spend the rest of our birthdays together.”

There’s a soft kiss pressed to the back of my neck.

“I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me, Lo.”

I ignore the twist of guilt I feel at the thought of Byron thinking I’m going to run again.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

“Can you please tell that thing to stop,” Byron moans. He nuzzles into my side. This is how to start your day off on the right note.

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