Page 18 of Chef's Kiss

I moan, letting him know he’s absolutely right.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to shove my dick in you so hard, so swift, and so deep that neither of us will know where one of us ends and the other begins.”

“Yes,” I whimper.

I may not have experience in my life up to this point, but I’ve read a lot of fiction and I know exactly what I want. My imagination is a vivid playground and finally I’ve found the man I want to ride all those amazing amusement park rides with, knowing there will be nothing amusing about the ways he wants to take me, and make me his.

My heart slams against my chest, my ribcage hurting from the pressure as Christian leans in, stopping just a hair’s breadth away from my lips. I want to close the distance, lean into him and feel his masculine desire on my lips, the stubble on his cheek brush across mine. To grab his chiseled jaw and pull his kiss into mine.

I feel the back of his first two fingers brush against my own cheek, feeling the heat radiating from my burning skin. His hand drags down ever so softly, like I’m the most precious thing in the world, just before he takes hold of my throat, threatening to pull the entirety of me into the entirety of him.

“Once we do this there’s no going back.” His eyes don’t waiver one bit. “Once this starts there will be no stopping me, no coming up for air. We fall into the abyss together. We drown together. And we come back together as one. Whole. Complete. United. Forever.”

“I want that,” I moan.

“I need you to need that, like I need you.”

“I need it,” I say immediately.

His face pulls back and he surveys my face as if he’s taking one last look at me, knowing my innocence is about to disappear forever.

“Tell me how much you need it,” he demands as his hand slides off my neck and cups my face, the rough tip of his thumb dragging across my lower lip.

I could feel myself pooling in my panties and needed him inside me now. My cunt clenched for his cock, coming up dry and making my brain furious he wasn’t inside me already.

“I need you to slide your cock inside me now. To claim my tight pussy. To take it hard and fast and make it yours…always. Just like I’ve always been yours. I know you’re going to be too big, but I don’t care. I want to feel everything, experience every inch of you as my body opens up to take you. And if I don’t open up, then force me open. Fill me until I can’t be filled anymore,” I say, not sure what’s gotten into me, the words coming out of my mouth surprising even me.

It’s partly that I’m in the comfort of his amazing home, and more importantly that I’m in the comfort of his grasp, despite the fact that I feel his digits tighten around my face as I spew my words of desire.

“That’s exactly what’s on my mind, you know why?”

“Why?” I say, wishing he’d just fuck me, despite how turned on his words were making me.

“Because that’s exactly what I need too,” he says, pulling me into him with a look as if he was possessed. His lips crash into mine hard, his kiss hungry and matched by my thirst for him.

“Tell me you’re mine and mine alone, always,” he mumbles into my mouth, but I make out ever single syllable.

“Yours,” I moan. “Only yours forever.”

He growls like a feral beast, and devours my kiss, damn near swallowing my mouth whole as he takes me.

His other hand finds the nape of my neck pushing me toward him as his other hand pulls, like he literally wants all of me inside of all of him.

But quickly that hands tracks down my back, all the way to my ass which he squeezes hard before lifting it and bringing it down hard on the part of my globe that’s not touching the table.

Even through my clothes I feel the sting…and I want more.

“More,” I demand, and he doesn’t make me wait, spanking me again before his hand comes up and grabs my breast hard.

I grab his wrist with both hands, barely able to get my hands around it, as I pull his grip into me even tighter.

One thing was clear…Christian was about to devour me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not that I had one inkling to do anything other than enjoy every second of this.

Suddenly his hands cup my ass and he yanks me forward, my hands shooting back on the table to balance myself as my torso goes to a forty-five degree angle.

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