Lifting her right knee to my lips, I place soft kisses down her thigh as I trail my nose along her skin. I tease her cunt, running the tip along her slit, breathing in the sweet, citrusy scent that is uniquely her. “You smell delicious,” I say, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit once. Twice.
“Pete!” Valerie moans my name as her ass jerks up from the counter and she begins to undulate her hips. Grabbing two fistfuls of my hair, she pulls, attempting to guide my face back down to her sex.
“Shhh,” I whisper at her whimpered protests as I move to the other leg, peppering kisses, allowing the anticipation to build. “Slow down, pretty girl,” I husk, draping her legs over my shoulders. With the first two fingers of one hand, I spread her lips and run my tongue along the length of her pussy. Her body convulses, overcome by the sensation.
I bask in the feeling of her body writhing against me. Get off on the sheer desperation in her voice and her frantic movements. Her loss of control. There is nothing more sexually gratifying for me than watching a woman come completely unglued at the touch of my hands, the flick of my tongue.
“Please,” she whines. “I need you.”
“Put your hands on your breasts,” I instruct, rolling my tongue over her tight bud. Reaching up, I yank the top of her dress down, and her hands are there instantly, cupping and kneading the beautiful mounds of flesh. “Like that,” I encourage, running my tongue through her folds. “Play with your nipples for me, baby.” God, I love watching her pleasure herself.
“Oh,” she moans, her thighs squeezing my head, her heels digging into my back, as I suck her clit into my mouth, gently at first then harder and faster, taking cues from her reactions.
“You like that, pretty girl?” I ask, slipping a finger into her pussy, arching it back and forth in a come-hither motion.
“Yes,” she screams, her body vibrating with pleasure. Quaking with need. “Don’t stop,” she begs. I can hear the tremor in her voice, feel her warm walls contracting. Adrenaline surges through my veins.
“Never,” I promise, adding a second finger. Increasing the pace, I fuck her pussy with my hand while feasting on her sweet nectar. I can feel it dripping down my chin, and it fucking turns me on to know that I’m covered in her essence. The urge to fist my cock and relieve the building pressure is so strong. But I want to give her this. To make this moment all about her.
“I’m so close...Oh God.” Her body quakes and her legs clamp around my head. She’s squeezing so tight that I can hardly breathe, but I’d rather die than ruin this moment. Garbled sounds flow from her lips, and her hands are once again in my hair as she rides out her climax, exploding in my mouth. I lick her dry, until her body is no longer shuddering. Until she’s boneless and completely sated.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” I tell her, wiping sweat soaked hair from her forehead. With her dress still bunched around her waist, I lift her into my arms. She curls into me, nipping on the base of my neck as I carry her down the hall to my room, depositing her in the center of my king size bed.
Her beauty steals my breath as I watch her drifting off to sleep. It feels right. Her being here.
“OH MY GOD, BUTCHER, I don’t know how much more of her shit I can take!” Val drops her lunch onto the table and jerks her chair from under the table to take a seat. The sound of iron scraping pavement makes me cringe.
Rising from my seat, I lean over the table to kiss her flushed cheek. It’s barely sixty degrees out, but her skin is radiating with suppressed anger. “What’s going on, pretty girl? Do I need to go over there and knock Cruella down a peg or two?”
Valerie huffs out a long and frustrated breath. “She cut my fucking hours. Hired some new girl, Violet, yesterday and gave her half of my shifts. She didn’t even touch Vickie’s schedule.” She’s all animated, her hands moving a mile a minute. I try not to stare at her heaving breasts as she stews. Focus, Pete!
Vanessa has been on Valerie’s case since she found out that we’re dating. She’s threatened her job if I step foot back in the bagel shop. She even went as far as to have cameras installed in the kitchen so she could check to make sure that I’m not being let in when she’s not around. Thank God those weren’t there before. It is because of this that Val and I have been meeting up for our lunch and dinner breaks in the common area near the fountain.
“She’s trying to make you quit, babe...” As much as I don’t want her there anymore, it makes my fucking blood boil that the reason she’s being treated this way is because of me. Val hasn’t done anything wrong. Her customers adore her, and she’s really good at her job.
Valerie dips her fork into the plastic container of dressing, swirling it around before stabbing it into a cherry tomato. It weirds me out that she doesn’t pour it over her salad like a normal person. She’s got so many odd habits and mannerisms, and I want to learn them all. To learn everything there is to know about Valerie Cooter.
“You have no idea how bad that I wish I could just leave...the way she talks about you and Jerome...” She growls under her breath. Irritated, Val shakes her head, pops the tomato into her mouth, and bites down. Juice trickles out from the corner of her mouth, and I reach out my hand, wiping it with my thumb then sucking it off.
A groan rumbles from deep within Valerie’s throat, bringing a knowing smile to my face. Her eyes widen as if she is shocked by the sound. Then she looks around to make sure that none of the customers seated at the surrounding tables heard the erotic noise she just made. She’s insatiable, my girl, and I love being the one who gets to quench her thirst.
“So leave and come work for me. There’s no way you’re gonna make your car note and pay for school with only half of your hours anyway.” I want her to say yes. I want her in my shop with me where I can take care of her. Where we can take care of each other. Multiple times a day...
“I’m not working in that slaughter house.” Her lip curls in disgust. “Vegan...remember?” Val waves her hand, Vanna White style, over the rabbit food before her.
“They say the best way to quit...” I muse, grabbing a slice of turkey from my club sandwich and flinging it in her direction, “is cold turkey,” I finish just as it slaps against her bare chest.
Val shrieks, shooting up from her chair like her ass is on fire. You could swear I’ve just thrown a spider at her and not a piece of lunchmeat.
“Ugh!” She sits back in her seat once the turkey has fallen to the ground, her angry eyes narrowed in my direction. Looking down at her lap, she hides her flaming red face from curious onlookers behind a curtain of strawberry blond hair. “You’re such an ass,” she mutters.
“You’re such a girl.” I kick back in my seat, folding my arms across my chest, waiting for her to get over her humiliation and finally look up at me. When her amber irises lock with mine, I sit up and take her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb across her knuckles to soothe her. My girl’s shoulders drop, and she instantly relaxes.
Val’s skin is freezing. Her hands are always so cold, and I love that I know details like this about her. It makes what we have feel real. I’ve never paid enough attention to any other girl to notice those unique characteristics that set her apart from the rest. That make her more than just a pretty face. More than perky tits and a nice ass. More than just another hole to stick my dick in.
“We’ll find you another job.”
She huffs. “I’ve been looking. The only places hiring are fast food restaurants...This vegan thing was kinda perfect for me.” Tears pool in her eyes, causing my chest to tighten.
“I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want to get your hopes up, but Jerome and I met the guy that runs the produce stand the other day.”
“You did?” she asks, all wide-eyed and eager.
“Yup. Name’s Jesse Miller. Anyway, Jerome ran into him again yesterday and said he mentioned needing to replace his front counter girl, so I sent him a message a little while ago to give me a call when he gets a free minute.”
My girl’s face lights up and her grip tightens on my hand. “Ohh, that would be perfect, Pete.” She’s practically bouncing in her seat. I sure hope it works out. I’d love nothing more than to be the one responsible for keeping that smile on her gorgeous face.
“He might’ve already found someone, so just try not to get too excited, okay?”
“What are you doing here?” Val hisses, peeking her head through the glass door. “Are you trying to get me fired?” I suck in my lips to keep from laughing at how ridiculous she is, whispering when there isn’t a soul around to hear us.
“That,” I say, pushing past her into the bagel shop, “is exactly what I’m doing.”
I hear the click of the lock, followed by Val’s hurried footsteps as she chases after me to the kitchen. “This isn’t funny, butcher. I’m as good as jobless now, and it’s all your fault.”
“Well then...what do you say we go out with a bang?” I ask, advancing toward her ’til she’s sandwiched between the wall and myself. Her breathing is heavy, her heart hammering against my own.
Val places her hands on my shoulders, pushing gently. It’s her meager attempt at dodging my advances. Then it clicks, the reason I’m here, and her bony fingers clench around my biceps. “You heard back. I got it...I got the job, didn’t I?”
I trail my tongue up the curve of her neck, and she begins to shake. Her knees go weak and her hands clutch the front of my shirt. “Maybe...” I whisper into her ear.
Before I know it, her legs are wrapped around my waist. Her arms around my neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Butcher...”
“Yes, Miss Cooter?”
“Ready to make our first sex tape?” Valerie darts her eyes over to the camera that’s pointed directly at us. I swear those could be the most beautiful words anyone has ever said to me.
I’m not what anyone would refer to as religious by any stretch of the word, but I have a strong urge to drop to my knees and thank the man upstairs for the gift that is Valerie Cooter. What did I do to deserve this life?
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, squeezing her ass.
“Follow my lead,” she whispers, untangling her legs and sliding down my body. She walks over to the sink, gripping the edge and bending at the waist. Then she turns her head, eyeing me over her shoulder. “Butcher,” she moans in true porn star fashion, and my dick stands at attention. “Stay right there until I call for you.”
I nod, swallowing hard and staring with my jaw damn near sitting on the floor as she flips the back of her dress up, exposing herself fully to me as well as to the camera. Horny Val is so brazen and so fucking hot.
The sexy little vixen dips a hand between her legs and begins running a finger up and down the length of her pussy, spreading her arousal from one end to the other. She pauses to circle her clit when she reaches the top and then dips it into her tight hole on the way back down. Loud moans bounce off the walls as she starts to pump in and out. She’s circling those hips, fucking her fingers. This is at once the hottest and most excruciating sexual experience of my life.
Fuck. I want to crawl on my hands and knees over to her and lick every drop of the cum that I can clearly see glistening on her sex. I’m not even sure I’m still breathing as I unbuckle my belt, unfasten my jeans, and free my painfully hard cock. Fisting my hand around my erection, I jerk up and down, imagining it’s my dick sliding into her slick cunt, and that those moans are for me.
“N-now, butcher,” she cries, increasing her speed. “I need you. Oh God,” she moans, riding her hand, squeezing it between her thighs. “I need you to fuck me!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I’m there, sliding Johnson along her folds. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” I groan, playing it up for our audience.
“I want...I want you to put your brat in my bagel,” she yells, thrusting back when she feels the head at her entrance. “Yes!” she screams. Her pussy clenches around my cock. It’s so slick and warm, and she’s already so close to falling over the edge.
I can’t even laugh at the ridiculous game she’s playing. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t see straight. “You like that?” I grab her hair, yanking her head back as I thrust deep inside of her. “You’re so wet for me,” I husk, reaching around to tweak her nipples.
“Harder,” she cries, slamming into me. “It’s so big...Oh God, it’s so deep.” I can tell by the way her pussy is tightening around my dick that her game is over. Her control is lost as she frantically chases her release.
The cameras now forgotten, we fuck like savages—like animals. The build-up was too much for either of us to regain any semblance of control. I’m pulling her hair and slapping her ass. Her nails are breaking my skin.
The only sounds I hear are my heart pounding in my ears and her muffled moans and cries. There’s an unfamiliar tug in my chest as I spill my release inside of the woman I love.
Love? What? Wait...Where’d that come from?
A little more than freaked out by my revelation, I hold her in silence, feathering kisses along her neck. I rub her nipples until the aftershocks subside. I’m lost in the afterglow until Valerie pulls away and finally breaks the silence.
“Hey, Cruella,” she calls toward the camera, naked as the day she was born. “Consider that my resignation.”
Mic drop.
“YOU REALLY DON’T HAVE to cook for me, butcher,” Val whines, following me around Pete’s Meats while I switch off all the lights so we can finally head home. “We could go out to eat again...”
“Why so nervous, babe?” I ask, chuckling to myself as I recall the way I fed her like a toddler the last time I invited her over for dinner. “I’m a great cook.” I’m a terrible liar.
It’s been a few weeks since Val started working for my buddy Jesse and I still haven’t mustered up the courage to tell her how I feel about her. Tonight’s the night, and my fucking hands are sweating just thinking about it.
She stares up at me while huffing warm air into her hands as I twist the key into the lock. Her nose is Rudolph red and her hair blows wildly in the cold breeze. She reminds me of an Eskimo, all bundled up in her quilted coat. “What’re you planning to feed me?” she stammers, her teeth chattering.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I pull her into my body to help warm her up as we make our way across the deserted parking lot. “Sir Loin,” I answer, placing her hand over the bulge in my jeans.”
Valerie gasps, yanking her hand away and punching me in the shoulder. “You’re so gross.”
“Bagels and brats,” I choke out in homage to her resignation.
She sucks in her lips, trying not to laugh as we both climb into the car. I can feel her eyes on me as I crank the ignition. When I’m turning out of the lot, she finally snorts out a laugh, unable to contain it any longer. “I can’t believe I said that.”
“Man, that was awesome...I wish we could get our hands on that video.”
“What?” she shrieks. “Why? No...God, no. I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what got into me.”
“My meat!” I cough.
“Really mature, butcher.”
“Welcome home!” Jerome greets as soon as we walk through the door.
“Hey, Jerome.” Val wraps him in a hug like she didn’t just see him a couple of hours ago. Girls are so weird. “It smells really good in here,” she admits, not even trying to disguise her surprise. “What’s for dinner?”
“Tube steak,” Jerome answers without even the slightest hint of a smile as he helps her out of her coat.
“I swear you two are the same person,” Val huffs, shouldering past him on her way into the kitchen. “Wow,” she says, stopping short and taking in her surroundings.
Jerome and I went all out, making the place fancy for tonight. There’s a white tablecloth with a single long-stem red rose sitting in a glass vase in the center. He must’ve lit the candlesticks when he heard us pulling into the driveway.
“Miss Cooter,” Jerome says, pulling out her chair, “pl
ease have a seat.”
She eyes him strangely before looking to me for confirmation. When I nod my head, she knows it’s safe. With that man, you just never know.
“Mr. Johnson.” My best friend waves his hand toward the chair across from hers, and I walk over to join her.
“What is going on?” my girl mumbles under her breath.
“You’ll see.” I wink, filling our wine glasses.
“Wine? Since when do you drink wine, butcher?”
“Since right now,” I laugh. “Jesus, babe, are you trying to ruin this?”
Her face pales. “No...I’m just...I don’t understand. This isn’t you. This isn’t us. I don’t want you to feel like you need to impress me, Pete. I don’t need fancy dinners, and to be honest...Jerome playing waiter is just really weirding me out.”
Fuck. I’m obviously going about this whole thing all wrong. I thought girls wanted grand gestures and romance. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make tonight special for you.”
“What’s so special about tonight?” she asks.
“Jerome and I wanted to ask you something...”
She looks over to Jerome, who is making his way back to the table with our salads. “Jerome...”
“Yes?”
“Go fix yourself a salad and get your goofy ass over here and eat dinner with us, please.”
Once we’re all situated at the table, Val breaks the long and awkward silence. “Out with it. What’s this all about?”
I’m about to open my mouth when Jerome cuts me off with mischief in his eyes. “Valerie, Pete and I had a long talk about this, and we would like to ask you...if you’d be willing to have a three-way.” Oh, no he didn’t.
Red wine shoots from Val’s mouth. She chokes. “I’m sorry, you want to what?”
I sit back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest, and decide to keep my mouth shut and watch this play out. Not that I have any plans to let that fucker put his hands anywhere near her or my dick for that matter...but I’m thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm.
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