Page 17 of Possessive Greek Chef

“Yavrum?” Aria asks.

“It means baby,” I tell her.

My mother hears Aria's accent and says, “American? I didn’t realize. Do you live here in Greece or did my handsome son go to America and steal you away?”

“I moved here six months ago to start my career as a chef,” Aria explains.

“Ah,” my mother claps her hands. “We all love to cook.”

“And you two? You must be serious. Yavrum has never brought a girl home before.”

“Um, well,” Aria stammers so I step in.

“We’re getting to know each other and I thought Aria would appreciate seeing where I come from.”

“Well, she’s lovely. Don’t wait too long to make a commitment to her, Yavrum. Someone will steal her away.”

“I appreciate the warning, Mama,” I hug her and she kisses my face.

“Oh, you must be tired. The rooms upstairs are empty if you want to stay here tonight,” she tells us.

The second floor of the building has sleeping rooms, but renting them out means that someone has to live on the property. With the rise of luxury hotels in the area, it just isn’t worth it.

“Thank you, Mama. I’m going to take Aria for a walk around town first. We need to digest all of this food and walk off this wine.” I kiss her forehead and add, “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Taking Aria’s hand, I lead her out onto the street. We walk the ancient stone pathway down to the water and stroll along the beach. The moon is full and I kiss her under the star-filled sky.

“I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here. It’s amazing,” she whispers.

“Tomorrow we’ll spend some time with the family and do a little sightseeing, then the next day, we’ll head back home.”

The beach is deserted and I find myself feeling a little frisky so I look around and find a little rock formation with a crevice just large enough for us to slip into. I take Aria by the hand and lead her inside, pressing her body against the wet rocks.

“It’s our own little secret hideout,” I say as I kiss her earlobe and squeeze her round breasts. I take her hand and place it on my swollen cock and add, “I want to listen to the waves crash the shore while I fuck you, princess.”

“Are you sure? What if someone comes?” she asks, peering out at the empty beach.

“Someone is going to come,” I say as I open my trousers and stick her hand inside.

I hike up her dress and hook her panties to the side, groaning when I slide a finger down her slit and she’s already soaked. The crevice is so tight she has to lean forward to accept my demanding fingers inside her. She moans as I use my hand to get her juices flowing then I push her back against the rocks and lift her leg over my waist.

This position allows me to give her all of my length with no resistance. She gasps when she feels the full length and width inside her tiny cavity. My blood runs like hot lava through my veins, and I hold her arms over her head and take her like my life depends on it. Deep, hard thrusts elicit glorious sounds of pleasure to rise from her chest. She likes it when I dominate her, and it doesn’t take long for her to begin whimpering and begging for orgasmic release.

“You’re my sweet little girl and I love fucking you.”

She squirms when she hears my words so I continue, “I love your pretty little pussy. Give it to Daddy like a good, little girl.”

Her voice echoes as she cries out and convulses against my hips. Her climax causes me to come inside her harder and faster than ever before. The convoluted mixture of pain and pleasure throbs in my head. I grab a handful of her golden locks and press her head against my forehead. “You make me crazy, sexy girl. I feel like I could eat you up.”

After taking a moment to catch our breath, I help her put her panties back on and tell her, “We should head back so they can close up for the night.”

“That was amazing,” she says and looks down at her feet.

I put my hand under her chin and lift her face. “Look at me, princess. Don’t ever feel ashamed when I give you pleasure. I want to make you come every time. You’re my girl and it’s my job to please you.”

“It’s just that I’ve never talked about these things before. I like pleasing you, too,” she looks down at her feet again.

“Look me in the eyes, little girl. What’s on your mind?”

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