??t,” I said.
He looked at me.
“I like getting caught. Now get over here and try your appetizer.” I jumped up on the counter and spread my legs for him.
“It would be my pleasure,” he said as he got to his knees. And then he started feasting. It was like he’d just eaten his favorite dish and now he was licking the plate clean.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. He just kept going. And going. And going.
He pushed on my thighs, spreading them even farther.
God, I wanted even more. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around the back of his neck. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
This was by far the best service I’d ever received at a restaurant. It almost made me feel bad about how all of this was going to end. But not quite. Because as much as I was enjoying this, it wasn’t about my pleasure. It was about getting Chad into the Gryphon Club.
“I’m ready for my entrée,” I said.
He ignored me. Or maybe he just hadn’t heard me because my thighs were pressed so tightly against his ears. I spread my thighs a bit and said it again, but he still kept going until. He looked up at me as he thrust his tongue even deeper inside of me. And I wasn’t sure if it was his tongue, the confident way he was staring at me, or the fact that I’d been so fucking horny all night that made me shatter so quickly. Scratch that, it was his tongue. His tongue was pure perfection and I never wanted him to stop.
My thighs slammed together to keep him from escaping. And as an added bonus, his nose rubbing against my clit gave me another orgasm.
He kept licking me until my muscles relaxed again.
And then he stood up.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. I’d desperately needed that after today.
“Your entrée is ready, miss.” He stroked his cock and looked at me.
Yes, please. I slid off the counter and dropped to my knees. And then I swirled my tongue around the huge head of his cock. It was so soft compared to his rock-hard shaft. I slid it farther into my mouth and tried to imagine what it would feel like inside of me. My guess was that it would be like a ribbed condom, but like a million times better.
I looked up at him and pushed his cock into one cheek. He tasted exactly like he smelled - like coconuts and pineapple.
“How are you enjoying your dinner, miss?” he asked.
I moaned on his cock and his whole body shook. And then I slid back. “It’s so big that I’m having some trouble swallowing. Could you help?” I grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head.
He gave my head a gentle push onto his cock. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck my face. So I put my hand on top of his and pushed.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock slammed into the back of my throat. But unlike usual, it didn’t feel like getting punched. His huge head acted kind of like a little airbag.
Oh hell yeah. This was gonna be the best blowjob I’d ever given.
I pulled my head back and helped him force me down again. And then he didn’t need any more help. His fingers tightened in my hair and he started fucking my face. Faster and faster.
I smiled to myself as he leaned back and groaned with pleasure. If Adonis was telling the truth about this guy being a punch master, then Chad was 100% getting into the Gryphon Club. I just had to execute the rest of my plan…
I reached up and played with his balls as he kept fucking my face. And then they started to tense up. He was about to cum. So I gagged and pulled back.
“Fuck,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
I looked up at him. “Wanna bend me over the sink? Or would you rather cum all over my face?”
He smiled and stroked his cock. “Can I do both?”
“Of course you can.” I stood up. “But…not today.” God, I couldn’t believe I was breaking two rules at once. Giving him blue balls was bad enough. Especially because it was the second time I was breaking Rule #24 again in one day. But I was also breaking Single Girl Rule #27: If he makes you come, he can cum anywhere he wants. It wasn’t right. I should be drenched in his cum right now. But I’d make it up to him.