by Sabrina York
The humming brush kissed the tip of her clit, just the tip. He teased her with a featherlight touch until she sobbed for him to stop. It was intense. Far too intense. She couldn’t stand it.
He replaced the brush with his mouth. Bella jerked as the vibration slipped lower between her legs, hovering at the opening of her pussy.
The sound she made was guttural, feral, desperate. Tae’s chuckle rumbled through her even as he sucked the sanity out of her with his talented lips. And then…he entered her. He slipped that buzzing brush up, into her pussy. The bristles scraped at her nerves.
“Oh God. Yes.”
The second brush joined the first inside her, each rubbing, abrading opposite sides of her sensitive walls. He pistoned them in and out in alternating rhythms until she caught them with the powerful muscles of her pussy as an orgasm—a dripping, swirling delirious orgasm—captured them. Captured her.
She fell to her knees by his side and fisted his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. She fumbled for the snap of his trousers and, when she couldn’t find it, madly rubbed his hard cock through the material instead, rubbed his cock until he was just as insane as she was, until he took the lead and tore the damn trousers off himself.
He had her on her back, on the kitchen floor in a heartbeat. The carrot in her ass wedged even deeper as Tae’s weight fell upon her, and she grunted—but then she moaned because he was slipping into her. He pushed his fat, hard cock into her hungry pussy and fed her.
“Oh yeah, baby. In me.”
He growled and thrust deeper then changed angles and fucked her from the side—which she loved. She always loved that. Before long she was panting and moaning and scraping at his ass with her fingernails, digging them into his rock-hard muscles and urging him faster.
But then he stopped. He pulled out. Before she could protest, he flipped her over. “On your hands and knees.”
That hot command made the cream gush from her pussy.
He yanked the carrot from her ass in a rush and she cried out at that, and then she cried out again because he nudged at her, pressed into her tight asshole with his fat cock. She seized. Her heart beat, pounded in her clit.
He pushed harder and his cock slipped through the tight, greased ring of her pucker, plugging her. She groaned at the pain, the pleasure, the fullness. Shivers of bliss stole her sanity. Pleasure dripped all over her body, skated through her veins as his long rod eased into her tight hole. And then he pulled out, swamping her with a new kind of sensation.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
He rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples as he plundered her once more. But she hardly needed this encouragement. Her climax was hovering and close.
“Yes,” she huffed with each slow, excruciating lunge. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And then she felt it. The tightening, the torment, the hot wind blowing through her body as everything fractured and flew and exquisite ecstasy swamped her.
He swamped her.
Powerful hot streams of cum spurted from him in angry jets. His lunges became shorter and harder as he flooded her in wave after wave of thick juice. And with that burning seed came a sweet, sweet peace.
God, he was good. God, she loved him.
Together, they collapsed on the floor.
* * * * *
Dinner was rather amazing, considering the fact she’d had a hand in making it. They sat at the table and waded through the beef with cream sauce and a bottle of merlot. She wore the apron. He wore nothing.
When he was finally full, he pushed away his plate. “That was awesome, hon.” He dropped a kiss on her lips.
“It was pretty good.”
He took a sip of his wine and sent her a tentative look. “So… Did you enjoy cooking?”
“With a carrot up my ass?”
“Come now, darling. You know that was just an incentive.”
She laughed, toyed with the stem of her wineglass. “I did enjoy it.”
“Really?”
“Yes?”
“Is it…something you’d like to try again?”
“Fucking in the kitchen?”
He sent her a chastening glance. “Cooking. As in dinner.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “But you’re a fantastic cook. Why on earth would you want to eat what I make?”
“It would be nice not to have to cook every night.”
Bella put out a lip. “I make dinner.”
“Honey, grilled cheese sandwiches don’t count. I’m talking about real cooking.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You want me to try to learn to cook?”
He held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He ran into the kitchen—practically sprinted—and as much as she liked the sight of his bare ass in motion, she couldn’t quiet the growing unease in her belly.
She hated cooking. She was terrible at it. Surely he didn’t expect that to magically change? Expect her to become some kind of chef savant?
He came back into the dining room, holding a small scrap of paper. Bella froze. She knew that paper. Oh hell.
She made a face. “What’s that?”
“A coupon.” He slipped it across the table. She glared at it. “Go on. Read it.”
Grudgingly, she picked it up. Scanned it. She tipped her head. “You want me to take French cooking lessons?”
“No, baby. Us. I want us to take French cooking lessons. Together.”
She stared at him. He was so beautiful. His eyes were so brown. So beautiful. So earnest. God love him.
“I’m a terrible cook,” she reminded him. Did he really need reminding?
He broke into a grin. Dimples blossomed. “I don’t care, baby. I just want to spend time with you. Come on. It’ll be fun. We can feed each other crepes and croissants.”
“And coq?”
He laughed, sensing her capitulation. “Yes, my darling. Most especially that.”
Bella sighed. She loved him. Loved him so much. She’d do anything to please him. Anything. Even this. As repulsive as it would be. She’d do it. For him. “All right.”
“Ah, bab—”
She silenced him with one raised finger. “On one condition.”
Tae blinked. “What’s that?”
“I get to create some coupons of my own.”
His brow wrinkled. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Wh-what did you have in mind?”
The possibilities flooded her, swamped her pussy. One particular vision—of Tae tied to the rack, wearing a ball gag, squirming against a fat rod shoved into his ass as she sucked him off—nearly made her come right then and there.
Clearly they were going to need a ball gag and perhaps some clothes pins…
She started composing a mental shopping list.
“Bella?” A hint of impatience colored his tone.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, baby,” she said with a wicked smile. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion. An award-winning author in multiple genres, Sabrina loves writing hot, humorous stories in all kinds of settings.
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