We last left Violet standing in a kitchen, with Chef Max on his knees behind her and her panties have just hit the floor! Here’s what happens right after that:
Driven toward the sweet smell of sugar like a moth to a layer cake of light, I willingly bent and let my hip bones contact the freezing surface. My hands reached toward the bowl. I’d just dipped my forefinger in and covered it with a nice-sized dollop of cream when his tongue pressed against my exposed sex.
Orgasms floating on fluffy cream clouds formed a tango line inside my loins. My thighs trembled under his fingers; his clever tongue stabbed into me and my walls squeezed around the firm invasion, hungry for more. I moaned and pressed my finger farther into my mouth, sucking the cream off. His tongue did a swirly move to die for. Figures a chef would have his own recipe for rapture. I gasped, my walls quivering as the double pleasure intensified.
He pressed his tongue deeper into my flesh and the groan he issued behind me shivered through me, leaving me drenched and desperate to reach release…. I spread my legs wider and wriggled my ass in a silent plea for him to take me all the way—or fill me with whipped cream until I burst, whichever came first.
Not one but two of his fingers jabbed into my sex and a cry ripped out of me. At the same time, his devilish thumb pressed down on my clit, and he rocked his hand back and forth, spreading sensations the length of my pussy. I squirmed against the table, my hips flexing and grinding with urgent need. “Oh, yes. Yes. Please.”
When I half turned to beg for more and beg to have it faster, a sharp spank landed on my left ass cheek, warning me to stay put. Face-front, my gaze locked once more with the bowl of creamy filling. I drew a deep inhale of the sweet scent, his fingers scissored inside me, his thumb flicked my clit harder, and another sharp spank grazed my cheek, which caused my sex to squeeze.
The pleasures of sex and dessert at long last merged into one. A fervent climax roared through me, sending spasm after spasm from my cunt to my collarbones. I arched off the table and screamed. His mouth rode me higher, nibbling along the delicate sides of my folds until I clawed the steel table, unable to contain the sensations splitting me apart.
When I could no longer draw anything but short, ragged breaths, his fingers slowed to a torturous caress that wrung every last tremor from my limbs. He lifted my limp body and turned me around in his arms. Delicious aftershocks thrummed through me.
Pressed tight against his expansive, hair-strewn chest still slathered with cream in places and now cold, I squealed in shock. But as soon as his mouth descended on mine, I sighed into the exquisite warmth of his lips. He was an excellent kisser. Not too greedy, not too fast, all controlled passion and skill. Down below, a stiff ridge of cock pressed into my belly, reminding me he’d so far only served the first course. So this is bliss….
I melted in his arms faster than an iceberg in Florida.
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