In the shadowed quiet of my office, everything else fades into the background, leaving just Allie and me. Our lips lock, and we kiss deeply, revealing secrets we hadn’t yet spoken aloud.
I carefully peel her chef’s jacket from her shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor, heightening the anticipation between us. The heat from the ovens lingers, mingling with the faint scent of citrus and her unique floral fragrance, intoxicating in its subtlety.
Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch as I trace the curve of her arms, pulling her closer. She fits against me perfectly, her body a natural extension of my own. As her breath quickens, it stirs the air around my neck, each exhale a spark against my skin.
“We’re making more than just dinner tonight, aren’t we?” I murmur as our movements sync in a slow, deliberate dance. She laughs softly, the sound mixing with the hum of the refrigeration units—our own private soundtrack.
‘In a kitchen full of spices, you’re the most intoxicating one,’ I quip, feeling her smile against my lips.
She pulls back slightly, a playful glint in her eye. ‘Really, Patrick? Do you use that line might get your soufflés to rise? But you’re lucky with me; I’m already smitten,’ she teases.
I laugh, loving the way she never lets me get too serious, not even in my own domain. ‘Well, it works; what can I say?’ I counter, my hands replaceing the small of her back, drawing her closer as we both begin to slip out of the remaining barriers of our chef’s uniforms.
Soon, we’re down to nothing but our underwear. She looks so fucking hot in her white thong and matching bra. My cock turns as solid as the stainless-steel counter, and I want to devour her like a meal.
She’s feeling extra bold, however, and steps forward. She’s hungry, and I can tell there’s only one thing in this kitchen that’ll satisfy her.
I run my hand up her thigh, replaceing the moisture between her legs.
“Oh, oh, God.” The words escape from her mouth the moment I make contact.
I rub her pussy gently through her panties, the fabric already soaked. All I can think about is how she might taste. I slip my fingers underneath the elastic and slide them into the slick, wet folds of her pussy.
Her eyes flash for a moment, and then she bucks against my hand. I guide her back, pushing her into a sitting position on the counter, and spread her legs open wide. Allie arches her back and moans as I finger her. She’s wet as hell, her tight warmth gripping me.
I kiss her hard, and my tongue replaces the same rhythm as my fingers. She reaches behind me and grabs my hair, holding me in place, making sure I don’t move an inch.
I keep fingering her, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers, listening to the soft pants and moans that fill the air.
“You’re close,” I say. “Come for me. Right now.”
She nods, barely, then releases. Her whole body tightens at once, then relaxes.
“Patrick!” she cries out as she comes.
I keep fingering her through the orgasm, the sight of her unraveling making me so hard I can barely think straight. As the climax wanes, all I can think about is giving her more.
She opens those gorgeous eyes, and I reach around to unclasp her bra. Allie’s round, gorgeous tits fall out, and I waste no time licking and sucking her nipples, savoring that lovely saltiness.
“That was amazing,” she says as I toss the bra aside.
“Good, but I’m not done with you yet.”
One of her eyebrows raises. “Is that right?”
“That’s right. Now, turn around.”
She flashes me a sly grin, and I can sense she’s wondering what’s on my mind. But Allie complies, hopping off the counter and turning. I grab her hips, pulling her back against me, pressing my hardness to her ass.
“You feel that?” I ask. “You feel how turned on you make me?”
She’s moaning, squirming against my cock.
“Yes, I do.”
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”
She bites her lip, still squirming against me.
Her response is without hesitation. “I want you inside of me.”
I chuckle. “I bet you do.” I take my hands from her hips and step back. “Now, lean forward and grab the counter.”
She complies and bends her gorgeous body forward at the hips, slowly taking hold of the counter. I take in the sight of her perfect, round ass, her pink slit glistening for me. It takes all the self-control I have not to step forward and bury myself to the hilt inside of her.
“Then you’re going to have to be a good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, I can.”
I place my left hand on her hip and spank her right cheek. She shutters and moans from the action. “Do you like that?” I ask her.
“Yes, yes I do,” she confirms.
I spank her again, watching her ass shake as she tilts her head upward and arches her back in pleasure. I repeat the same on her left cheek, and she moans even louder. By this point, I can’t hold back any longer. I need to be buried inside of her, and I need to feel her tightness gripping me. She’s glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest expanding and contracting.
I take my cock by the base, placing it at her entrance. She’s soaking wet, the spanking clearly having done its job. I can’t resist dropping down to my knees, spreading her lips, and burying my face in her pussy, sucking and tasting her.
God, she’s fucking delicious. I grin a bit at the irony. I’m in the best kitchen in New York, yet all I want to eat is her.
She moans, pushing back into my face, letting me know that I’m giving her what she craves.
I rise back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, her sweetness lingering on my lips.
I push into her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. She gasps hard, her body tensing as I enter her. My cock slides effortlessly into her slick folds, and soon I’m completely buried.
She feels so perfect, so fucking good.
I pull back and drive back in.
“Mm …” The noise flows from her, and as she turns her head to look back at me, I can see a sly smile of total bliss form on her plush lips.
I keep my hands on the sexy curves of her hips, holding Allie right where I want her as I feel her pussy slide up and down my length. I bury myself deep again and again, the sounds of my body colliding with hers sounding throughout the kitchen’s stillness.
Together, we create a perfect rhythm as I crash into her, and she pushes herself back into me. She’s moaning and panting; my heart’s pounding hard.
“Just like that,” she begs. “Just like that, please.”
I’m getting close to the point of no return. I glance down, watching my cock push into her again and again. As she arches with impending orgasm, I reach up and grab a handful of her blonde curls, pulling her head back just enough to give her that perfect blend of pleasure and pain.
“Are you ready to come for me?” I ask.
“Yes, so ready.”
“Then ask for permission.”
My pace is relentless, and my self-control is vanishing by the moment. All I want to do is explode inside of her.
But not until I get my answer.
“Please. Please let me come.”
And that’s all I need. I thrust into her, and her pussy clenches hard one last time. I release, and so does she, my cock pulsing inside of her as I drain completely. I feel the heat of my cum as her tightness milks me dry.
I grunt hard, and she screams with wild abandon. Coming with her, rising together, brings everything to another level.
My legs are shaking as I finish and slide my cock out of her, a bit of my seed trickling out. I scoop my arm underneath her, turning her around and bringing her against me. She gazes up at me with those sexy eyes, and I can’t resist kissing her slowly, deeply.
“That was nice,” she says with a coy smile.
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