Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
"Thank you for sharing that recipe with me, Mackenna. It was truly a masterpiece. Better than the restaurants around here." My back is against the arm of the couch, and she sits between my legs, her head resting on my shoulder.
"You don't have to butter me up. I know you can cook it way better."
"Don't do that. I love the way you cook. Just because people pay to eat what I bake doesn't mean I'm a great chef. I know about ten different dishes that I can put together for dinner and just rotate between them," I admit with a laugh.
"How about dessert recipes?"
I find myself absentmindedly stroking her forearm as we talk. "I have about ten base recipes and just tweak them to make whatever idea I have work. The best thing about the bakery and the bar is that customers don't deviate too much. When I give them a simple menu, most pick the same thing."
"That makes sense. You only serve five kinds of coffee and tea."
"Keeps the costs down, but seriously, Mackenna. Don't sell yourself short. You're a great cook. Seriously, thank you for this. I don't have people cook for me often. It means a lot to me."
She turns to face me, adoration and seduction in her eyes. Mackenna tips her head closer to mine as we fill the next few minutes with a slow kiss. It ends with her lying on top of me.
My hands move down her body, pulling the straps off her shoulders and then hiking the bottom of her dress up to her waist. The voluptuous curve of her ass under the palms of my hand has my pulse racing as I tap it lightly, just to hear the sound of her flesh bounce against my skin.
I grab her soft backside by the handful, switching between a rough grab and a playful smack. When Mackenna starts grinding her lap against my crotch, I know I won't be able to keep my clothes on for much longer.
Still, I want to enjoy her body on top of mine, just the way we are for now. My fingers massage her ass like I'm kneading dough. Every motion is gradually more aggressive than the last. I can't stop us from flipping over so she’s on her back, and I'm on top of her.
The top of her dress sits under her tits, pushing her nude nipples upward, putting them in the perfect range for my mouth to capture one while my hand massages the other. My free hand dips between her thighs to feel her pussy.
She's wet, but I don't want to move too fast.
I pull away with a gasp for air, pushing myself to my feet before I lean down to scoop her into my arms.
"Always the fucking gentleman," she whispers as her lips cover mine.
I kiss her with an intensity that almost makes my knees buckle. We move into her candle-lit bedroom, where I spot an ornate bed. It's a cream-colored, velvet, four-post canopy bed. The room has white and gold accents, and the candles make me feel like I'm stepping into heaven.
I place her on the bed, remove her dress, and use the stretchy fabric to tie one of her wrists to the post beside her nightstand. My tie works to secure the other wrist to the opposite post. I take my time coming out of my shirt, letting her eyes etch every hard-earned muscle of mine into her memory.
I use my shirt to secure her ankle to the bottom post, and my belt secures the other. Her gorgeous hazel eyes are wide, questioning me silently with excitement. With her pussy on full display, I clench my jaw to steady my heartbeat and ease my own enjoyment to make sure this lasts longer.
"Time for dessert." I grin and start from her toes.
My mouth kisses her tenderly on the inside of her ankle, drawing out squeals and giggles. As I snake my way up the inside of her leg, Mackenna starts to squirm.
"Dean," she laughs between panting breaths. "You're driving me crazy."
"I'm just getting started."
I continue to blaze my trail of kisses to the delicate center between her thighs. The first swipe of my tongue between her slits causes Mackenna to arch her back and anchor her ass to the bed.
"No, no, we can't have that. I need to eat all of it," I tell her as I hook my arms under her thighs and bring her pussy to my face. I suckle, kiss, and move my mouth over her tender lips the same way I'd kiss her mouth.
There's a duality of flavors erupting across my taste buds. There's a tangy tartness of her entrance contrasting against the subtle sweetness of her skin … better than any dessert I can conjure in my shop.
I find myself moaning, humming as if I'm dining on a decadent morsel of chocolate. I think I'm enjoying her pussy even more than the food we just finished. My tongue dances against her clit and between her folds until I feel the familiar vibration of her climax.