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  The doorbell stops me mid-fry.

  I walk to open the door, and I am rewarded when Leila gives me a little kiss on my cheek before she comes in. Electric shockwaves pulse through me.

  Fuck, this girl really is something else , I think. I want to take her here and now.

  “Something smells good,” her delicate nose wrinkles a little, and she walks past me. As she does so, I take a few seconds to admire her ass and imagine what my hands and cock will do to it a little later.

  I take her into the kitchen and offer her an aperitif.

  “To us,” I toast. She holds out her glass and lets it clink with mine.

  We drink. I’m drowning in those exquisite eyes.

  “You know how to make gnocchi?” She sounds surprised and a little awestruck. I congratulate myself and send a silent thanks to grandma.

  I nod. I get back to putting the finishing touches on the meal.

  The gnocchi needs to be strained and added to my tomato chorizo sausage mixture in the frying pan. Lastly, I’ll be adding basil and freshly-grated cheese.

  “Can I do anything?” Leila asks and peers over my shoulder.

  Suck on my waiting cock is on the tip of my tongue, but there’ll be time for that later.

  “Grab the fresh bread out of the oven, and pull it into chunks. I’ve got some olive oil you can pour into a bowl to go with the bread.”

  The both of us get to preparing the meal, making quick work of the dish I prepared specially for her.

  Leila closes her eyes and sighs softly after her first forkful of the meal.

  “Oh, Blake,” she mutters. “This is delicious.”

  Just like you, babe.

  I stand and take a little bow.

  “Do you cook often?”

  I watch her take another forkful of food.

  “Nope. Hardly ever. But for you, I could make it a habit.”

  She rewards me once more with her smile.

  “I might take you up on that.”

  God, she’s intoxicating.

  “You’ve been baking long?” I think my voice sounds a little croaky.

  Leila shrugs. “Depends on your definition of long. Dad worked long hours, and I think I started baking to make him treats so he’d notice me.”

  I know how she feels. I’m also the product of successful working parents.

  “Once I got going, I couldn’t stop. I love creating delicious food out of relatively simple ingredients.”

  To make sure I don’t openly drool, I close my mouth. My eyes are drawn to a tiny bit of sauce just below her mouth.

  I lean toward her, and I can see in her eyes that she knows what I’m about to do. Her lips meet mine.

  She’s fucking delicious. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my life.

  As my tongue pushes its way into her mouth, I revel in the groan I hear from her.

  My cock tells me to fucking get on with it, and so I do.

  Chapter 14

  Leila

  When his tongue duels with mine, I can taste herbs, tomato and cheese as well as the alpha male Blake is. I sigh inwardly.

  I close my eyes and link my hands behind his neck, my thumbs caressing the soft skin there.

  It has been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a home-cooked meal as much as this one. No one has ever really been able to come close to my mom’s cooking. She’s been the perfect role model. I guess my culinary skills had to come from somewhere, and they didn’t come from Dad.

  And who would have thought that alpha male Blake could cook the way he can? So much effort for me.

  His hands now travel down my back. Along the way, one of them finds my tits and cups them. Fuck, I’m getting wet and hot.

  Just when a mountain of hot lava is erupting inside my head and traveling down through each and every one of my pores, Blake releases me.

  Dazed, I try and focus on his god-like features. Did I do something wrong? Why did he stop? Has he changed his mind?

  “Still hungry, my little vixen?” he whispers and his hot breath caresses my cheek, his face only inches from mine.

  My mind’s turned to jelly. I can’t think straight. I mean, who can when their fucking pussy is unleashing a torrential downpour of juices? All I can think about is one thing.

  Blake’s fingers pick up a single gnocchi from my plate. It was still lying in a bit of sauce.

  My eyes are glued to the tiny oval-shaped potato-based delicacy in Blake’s one hand. I lick my lips. His other hand has found my thigh.

  Slowly, both of them work independently of each other. The one with the little treat is moving toward my half open mouth. The other is travelling up on the inside of my thigh.

  If lava was flowing though me before, I’m not quite sure what is happening to my body now.

  Flames, red orange and yellow ones, are flickering all through me. It’s a raging bushfire. It increases in intensity as Blake’s index finger gently pushes my clit. Involuntarily, my tongue darts out at the delicacy in his other hand.

  When he gently pushes the cream-colored gnocchi between my lips, I feel it melt on my tongue. Next, he removes his hand from my wet pussy and brings it up to my mouth. He smears a little of my own juices onto my already moist lips.

  The taste sets fireworks off in my head. I breathe faster and harder.

  I want to grab his hand and push it back down into my pussy. Fuck, I want to grab his fucking cock and ram it all the way into me.

  Briefly, I wonder what’s happened to the timid little girl from a little country town with proper parents? Parents. What the fuck would my parents think if they saw me now?

  Stop thinking, something deep within me says. Go with the flow and enjoy it while it lasts.

  Blake’s finger, which still has some of my juices on it, goes back to the plate. There, he dips it in sauce before he brings it back to my mouth.

  “Want more?”

  Fuck. Of course I do.

  I wrap my lips around his index finger and start sucking on it. Gently, my mouth moves up and down and my tongue curls around it. My eyes are locked onto his.

  Blake grins.

  My hands can’t stand it any longer and I lean forward, mouth still on his finger, to fumble with the button of his pants. I want to at least feel his fucking ginormous cock in my hands.

  I still recall our last fucking session. At first, I could not believe the size of Seth’s cock, and then Blake revealed his monster. Both blokes wanted top honors, but having had them both inside my pussy and ass, I think they’re both fucking massive.

  Just thinking about his cock makes my pussy ache and throb. The desire is welling up deep inside me.

  Blake pulls his fingers away and laughs.

  “Looks like my fucking little slut can’t get enough of my food.”

  My fingers stop what they’re doing. My eyes grow wider when he opens his own trousers to free his fucking huge cock. It bounces out as if he’d been suffocating in a tight space. I see a bit of pre-cum glisten on the tip of his cock.

  Slowly, Blake’s finger wipes it off, then he adds more sauce on it, and then I’m allowed to suck on it again.

  This time, I’m more ferocious in my approach. I nearly bite into him. My nipples are rock-hard and pushing against the lace of my bra. They want to be freed to join in the action.

  As if reading my mind, Blake pulls his finger out of my mouth again and, with one swift move, rips my top off me.

  I thrust my chest out toward him, begging him to look after my tits.

  It takes him less than two seconds to unclip my bra. As soon as the material is removed, they bounce up and down as I move toward my god.

  He takes more sauce on and wipes it over my nipples. Then, his lips move toward me. His tongue lashes out, snake-like, to clean me up. I groan and wiggle forward on my seat. I want him to fucking suck on my breasts, not just tease me.

  The flames are growing in intensity. My body feels so hot I think I might melt any second. I can see the tip of Blake’
s cock glistening in anticipation.

  I try and reach forward to touch it, but Blake smacks my hand.

  “I’m still hungry. And it’s rude to stop eating when the other person’s still eating.”

  My skin where he slapped me burns, as if boiling water has been poured over me. I decide to disobey him some more.

  But before I can do anything else, Blake stands up and moves behind me. There, he grabs my hands and pulls them toward my back. With swift movements, he’s putting something around them. It takes me a second or so to work out that he’s tied my arms behind my back.

  I’m totally defenseless and I cannot touch anything.

  He comes back and stands in front of me. His smile is gone and, instead, he’s frowning.

  “Now,” he growls, “where were we?”

  I say nothing. Each and every one of my nerve cells is screaming for his touch. Sitting here in front of him, with my breasts exposed and my pussy soaking wet, I need him to do something to me.

  Slowly, he takes off his pants.

  His cock is sticking straight up in the air. It wants action, too. I lick my lips.

  “That’s right.” Blake takes a step toward me. I wish I could move my hands and grab on to his monstrous fucking cock.

  “I’m still hungry.” He bends down in front of me and pushes my skirt up as far as it will go. He rips off my slip in one deft move. He looks up at me as I throw my head back.

  He spreads my legs so they’re now on either side of the chair. His fingers caress all around the opening of my pussy. He’s careful to avoid touching it.

  I squirm and try and push my hips toward him. I just want him to touch my fucking pussy.

  His hands grab my hips and stop me moving. He’s pushing me hard into the back of the chair. I arch my back.

  Finally his tongue licks my clit. Gently he moves across it, from side to side, before he lets it dart all the way into me. His face is buried in my pussy. His teeth find my opening and start nibbling. Then, his mouth is all over it and starts sucking as if my pussy is one giant piece of candy.

  I whimper.

  Deep within me, the intensity of the heat escalates. Fireworks are exploding behind my eyes and I fear that the passion will rip me open from the inside. I wish I could dig my fingers into his back. As it is, I can barely move them.

  Blake’s sucking harder and I can feel my muscles start to spasm. It won’t be long before I come. I can feel the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm build to a crescendo level.

  My head feels as if it’s about to go up in flames. All of my nerve endings are drowning in a wave of pleasure and my fucking pussy is quivering in anticipation of what is about to come.

  Blake, sensing my impending explosion, slows down a little until he stops altogether to look at me.

  “Fuck, Blake, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I grunt through shallow breaths.

  “You want more of this, don’t you?”

  His tongue goes back onto my clit. It only takes a few more gentle licks and I erupt in an almighty orgasm. My muscles spasm and I throw my head even further back. Stars explode behind my eyes.

  When I finally stop quivering, Blake’s grinning from ear to ear.

  “Time for you to have desert,” he mumbles and unties my hands.

  Chapter 15

  Blake

  As soon as I’ve untied her, I pick her up.

  I want to fuck her right here, right now, but there are still dishes on the table, and so I’ll take her to my den.

  The lion will tame the lioness, I think to myself, as I carry her into the bedroom. She’s got her arms wrapped around me and I soak in the dreamy expression in her eyes.

  Finally. I can’t believe I had to share her with fucking Seth. Seth, of all people, cutting in on my territory. Wasn’t it bad enough he was always trying to steal my business deals, outdo me at every turn? No, he had to make it worse by cutting in on my girl.

  Leila was going to be my fucking girl.

  Mine. All mine. I hate sharing. And I particularly hate sharing anything with that fucking prick, Seth. But still, I can’t ignore how incredible it was to share her the other night.

  Leila’s lips plant little butterfly kisses on my neck and a pressure inside my fucking cock is increasing.

  Fucking temptress is playing with me, like fire with ice.

  Gently, I lower her onto the oversized king bed. She stares at me.

  I kneel over her, planning my next move.

  Before I can make my next move, Leila’s grabbed my cock and shoves it between her breasts. She grabs her tits to squeeze them tightly shut, enveloping my fucking cock.

  Her skin is soft, warm, and feels fucking delicious against my throbbing cock. Skillfully, she moves up and down. I kneel on either side of her and move my hips in a rhythmic motion, in time with her.

  My insides are tingling and warmth is enveloping me like a cloak. I want to pull out and ram into that fucking tight pussy of hers, but her tits have got me trapped. She rolls them over my cock. I can see her hard nipples poking out. My fingers reach for one and pull on it.

  Leila looks at me as she continues to caress and keep my cock imprisoned within her exquisite tits.

  I find it difficult to stay where I am. Whist my cock is happy, I want more. I just want to feel that tight pussy of hers. I want to feel it all on my own.

  Briefly, I imagine the look on Seth’s face when he finds out Leila’s become my girl. Once we’re an item, I’m sure she’ll sign up with me on the business side of things as well.

  I watch as little droplets of pre-cum drip down the side of my cock. If I don’t do something soon, I’ll spray my cum all over her pretty face.

  Part of me is not averse to the idea. It would be punishment for her to have her face covered in my cum.

  But, I’ve got other plans for my cock.

  I decide to take over.

  I grab her by the shoulders and push her away from me. My cock slides out of its jail with a little pop.

  Leila looks at me with wide eyes.

  I lift her legs and bring her closer. Her lower back is off the bed and her legs are draped over my shoulder.

  This time she slides easily onto my throbbing cock.

  My hands grip her hips tightly and I start hammering into her.

  I’ve waited so long to feel her; I’m at risk of coming straight away. I need to slow right down.

  I keep pummeling into her but I relax my grip on her hips. Instead, I lean toward her and let my hands play with those tits of hers. My fingers pull her nipples, pinching and squeezing. My eyes feast on the pinkness of them and lap it up when they return red from my punishing fingers.

  Leila’s groaning and whimpering. She’s pushing against me with each thrust I make.

  I increase my intensity again. I see the muscles in her abdomen start to contract. Ripples of pleasure travel through her.

  Her fingers are gripping onto me and she’s trying to pull herself closer. Her hips are bucking like she’s a wild mare. I need to tame her.

  I pull out of her.

  She stares at me, wide-eyed.

  I use my fingers to keep fucking her. My cock’s about to explode. I just want to wait a little longer.

  Flames are ripping through me like a tornado.

  Unable to stand it any longer, I pull her up and off the bed. I want to fuck her standing up.

  I push her back against the wall. Her hands find my back and sharp fingernails dig deep into my flesh.

  With her back against the wall, I push into her, hard and fast, as if trying to penetrate her. I want to hear her yelp for help.

  She arches her back and mutter something I can’t understand.

  I push my mouth onto hers. My lips are hard and demanding. My tongue roams around her mouth. My hands find her ass and I grab onto them hard.

  My pace increases. Her body is pulsing and I know she’s about to come.

  I keep ramming my cock into her like a piston. Harder, faster,
and harder again.

  It feels as if I’m going to push through her and come out the other side

  Just as I’m about to come in one almighty orgasm, I pull out. Fuck, she’s hot.

  Leila yelps.

  “Fuck, Blake,” she says, panting. “Don’t stop. Give it to me. Fuck me pleeease.”

  Her voice is high pitched, near hysterical.

  I change tactics. I bend her over. I want to see her ass without Seth here.

  My hand comes down hard on her ass cheeks. They color red instantly on point of impact. Leila screams but pushes back toward me.

  I hit her again, harder. And again and again. Her ass is now bright red.

  “Pleeease,” is all she’s able to whimper.

  My left fingers find some of her juices from her dripping pussy, which I smear liberally onto her deliciously red butt cheeks.

  As I’m soaking up the sight, I grab her again by the hips and pummel her pussy. She screams high and loud.

  I go hard and fast now. I won’t be able to contain my own orgasm for much longer. Grenades are going off in my head and belly. I can hear the sound of my balls smacking her skin, mixed in with her whimpering. Those sounds are music to my ears.

  I press my right finger to her clit. It only takes a little pressure and Leila’s erupting into a giant orgasm. Her muscles all tense up before they tremble and spasm.

  It takes a few more thrusts on my part before I, too, explode into her in a colossal orgasmic wave. My cum is dripping out of her pussy while my cock is still inside.

  She’s gone all limp now, so I take her to the bed.

  I lay her down on her back before I spin her around. Now, her head is at the edge of the bed. She’s got a questioning look on her face.

  “I recall you haven’t had desert yet,” I explain and stand over her, my cock right in front of her face.

  Her hands reach for my balls. Slowly and gently, she starts massaging them. Already, my cock’s coming back to life.

  This is fucking fantastic.

  The tip of her tongue starts to tease me. It darts around the tip and disappears again. She repeats this movement. It is enough to drive me insane. My cock hardens instantly.