Page 20 of Chef's Kiss

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” I growl, taking the tip of my tongue in a downward motion this time, spreading her already glistening pussy lips open wider, parting her sticky flesh, before I pause and bury my tongue into the hot recess of her hole.

Her breath hitches, then she begins panting, her need evident.

“I want your to come all over my face when I make you explode. I want to clean your cunt like a mop, and when that last aftershock finishes and your thighs release their vice grip hold on my head, I’ll pull back and you’ll see just what you did to me. Now, spread your legs wider and show me that pretty cunt even more. I want to be able to look into your hole and see exactly where I’m going.”

She moans and her knees push farther apart. My hands find clasp the inside of her thighs, opening her even more for me, before I slide one hand up and underneath her, palming one of her amazing globes, kneading her ass meat.

Fuck, I was so close already, and now it was time to get her not just close, but over the edge.

The thought of taking her to the bedroom shoots through my head, giving her the tender affection and intimacy that she deserves, but I can’t wait. I was way too damn impatient for her right now. Always.

The table was made for eating, so why not eat the thing I want more than anything right here and now? Why not drink the nectar of the gods, sip from the fountain of youth, where some of the best drinks in the world have been sipped? Because now it’s time for the absolute best juice known to man. The one that will only be known to me.

Her taste.

“Just one thing,” she interrupts, my head rising from her groin as I shoot her a “this better be damn good for having interrupted me” look. Like a lion ready to devour its prey only to be interrupted, and then that lion ready to go absolutely savage, feral, and to unleash the beast. “I’m a virgin,” she confesses.

My balls pull tight, ready to take aim at her womb…but not yet. “I know. I know you’re innocent in every way. And you know I’m going to pop your cherry and take that virginity for myself. Show you, and the world, that no other man will ever know what it’s like to taste you, to be inside you, to make you his. Fuck baby,” I struggle, a tightness in my gut. “I want to be slow and gently, but after your tight little cunt comes on my face I know I’m going to become an absolute beast.”

I don’t wait for any sort of reply, burying my head back in her groin and latching onto her clit, flipping her nub around in my mouth before sucking it in deep, blowing on it, and then rolling it around lightly.

“Oh fuck, Christian,” she moans and a debaucherous smile covers my face even as my mouth engulfs her hole.

She moans as I take her nub harder, mewls escaping her.

“I can’t wait to slide my dick so far inside you it gets lost in you for good,” I mumble.

“Yes,” she moans. “I want that.”

Mine.

“Look at me,” I command, noticing her head is leaning back. I need her to see what she’s doing to me, how I can’t stop now even if I wanted to, not that such a ludicrous thought would ever cross my mind.

“You’re mine,” I remind her, the reverberations of my words vibrating against her clit and only adding to the sensation.

I continue devouring her pink flesh like a man who’s been starved his entire life, dying to taste that first flavor of her on my tongue…where it belongs. Her musky, sweet scent engulfing my skull as I wait for her flavor to explode in my mouth.

I lick and suck harder, the sounds coming from her driving me absolutely crazy, making my dick hammer even harder into my pants.

I suck the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, pleasuring her mons pubis with more and more friction, trying to get her to tumble over the abyss with me. To feed my face, my tongue like a red carpet rolled out for her and her alone.

“I’m right there,” she cries out, and I keep my pace steady, strong, and just how she likes it, reading her every signal.

“Oh Christian. Oh fuck! I’m…I’m…I’m coming!” she screams as her hips buck wildly and she explodes in my mouth and immediately I begin swallowing down everything she has to give, her juices coating my throat like a lubricant that will protect me, keep me whole forever.

Her hands shoot up and she grabs my hair, tugging it’s shortness before applying all the pressure she can to the back of my skull, grinding my face into her as her thighs squeeze my ears so tight there’s no way I can hear a single thing.

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