Before I could second guess myself, I quickly rapped my knuckles on the door. It felt like an eternity before I heard his heavy tread. My knees quivered slightly when the door swung open.
His large frame filled up the doorway. Unlike our first meeting, he looked slightly frazzled, wiping his hands into a kitchen towel, and his dark t-shirt seemed to have a light dusting of flour across his midsection. Those piercing blue eyes swept down my body and his firm lips slowly curved into a broad grin.
I swept past him before he could say a word, letting my hips sway a I headed straight for the kitchen. The counters were snowy with flour; in the center of the mess was a droopy mound of soggy dough. Lynn Strickland would have thrown on her apron and started cleaning. The new Lynn Strickland, however, ignored the chaos and gracefully perched on the dining table.
“I’m here to apply for the position.”
“I see,” he said, casually leaning against the counter.
“Is the position still available?”
“It depends.”
“On what?” Arching my back slightly, I let a lock of hair dip into my deep cleavage. His eyes widened appreciatively.
“The conditions have changed.”
“I see.”
“Since my last employee left so abruptly, I’ve been wasting away…starving for her.”
“You poor man.” I uncrossed my legs ever so slowly, letting my soft thighs barely part beneath the short hem of my trench coat. My efforts were rewarded by a tightening of his strong jaw as his hungry gaze seemed to burn through the cool canvas.
“This new position is a permanent one. Besides the regular duties, I also need assistance with my writing. As my muse, this, of course, requires an exclusive arrangement.”
“Oh?” I purred. “How exclusive and how permanent?” Toying with my belt, I started to feel confined by the restrictive fabric and I ached to display myself to him.
“Completely exclusive.” His lust-roughened voice made my insides melt. “As for permanence, why don’t we have a a trial period for the next 80 years, or so? Once you fulfill your contract, we can negotiate further.”
“I…I think I can agree to those terms,” I said. I squirmed on the table when he flung the towel into the sink and stalked towards me.
Staring up into that gorgeous face that I so adored, I gasped as he slowly ran his warm hands up my silky calves. Trembling, I felt him caress the back of my knees and then slowly, but resolutely, spread my thighs further apart. His firm lips brushed teasingly against mine, as he settled himself between my legs, his powerful body hot against my small frame.
Moaning for deeper kisses, I threw my arms around his neck and tugged him down towards me, my thighs tightly clamped around his lean hips. I whimpered when he ignored my efforts and I nipped at his bottom lip.
“You think you can agree…?” he growled.
“Damn you, yes!” I was desperate to taste him. “I agree to those terms, alright?”
He rewarded me with searing kisses, harshly groaning at my eager response. Shamelessly devouring him, I still felt starved for more. It wasn’t enough. My hips undulated uncontrollably against his thick erection; I could feel the insistent heat through his jeans and my lacy panties.
His strong arms tightened around me as he reluctantly dragged his lips away from my swollen mouth.
“Why?”
“What?” My lust-fogged brain was slow to focus. All I could think about was yanking his head back to mine.
“Why, sweetheart? Tell me why you agree to these terms.” His brow was slightly furrowed and his voice was gruff. He looked fierce yet vulnerable. I wanted to soothe away his uncertainties and then fuck him into oblivion. I knew in that moment that I was ready to take a leap of faith and trust in my feelings.
“Because I love you, Jake Cochran.” His entire body seemed to relax and I grinned up at him. “I’m pretty sure I loved you as soon as you answered your door and tried to make nervous applicant feel comfortable.”
Stroking his firm jaw, I continued, “I definitely loved you when you fulfilled my favorite sexual fantasies.” I eased back and slowly untied my belt. “I absolutely loved you as you made me feel so beautiful in my own skin.” I licked my pouting lips in anticipation as I peeled off my trench coat and let it drop from my fingers. “I’ll always love you for being so patient and for giving me time to find myself until I was ready to return to you as an equal partner.” Preening under his heated gaze, I spread my thighs and tossed my shiny dark hair.
“But, y’know, I do so love the way you fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
He dropped to his knees so quickly that I instantly felt bereft without his solid heat enveloping me. I shivered when his hot breath caressed my aching pussy lips. Gripping the edge of the table, my breath caught in my throat when he hooked my legs behind his broad back, my heels dangling helplessly. He gently nibbled up along my inner thigh, his stubbled jaw slightly rough against my tender flesh. I cried out in protest when he stopped at the tiny scrap of lace barely shielding my glistening mound.
“Baby, you’ve been driving me crazy ever since you dropped into my lap like a ripe little peach. There you were, rubbing against me, and you scrambled away like I was a leper.” As he spoke, his lips brushed the fabric, each syllable sweetly tormenting me. “God, I love you…I love everything about you.”
I whimpered at the first contact of his hot tongue sweeping up my wet slit. My thighs quivered uncontrollably as I writhed against his clever mouth, his tongue and lips hungrily sucking and licking at my pouting folds peeking from either side of the skinny strap of black lace. The extra sensations from the lace drove me insane and I cried out in relief when he dragged the fabric aside to latch his mouth on my clit, with his thick fingers thrusting deep, so deep, inside. After what felt like an eternity of starving for his touch, it didn’t take very long for him to rack my body in an explosive orgasm, my inner walls clenching on his invading digits, and my fingers tangled in his thick hair.
“That’s it, love,” he growled against me. “Come for me. You taste so fucking sweet.”
I lurched forward and tugged his head up, hungry to taste myself on our lips. We ravaged each other, our rasping breaths loud in the silent kitchen. I cursed my frantically clumsy hands as I yanked at his t-shirt and fumbled with his belt buckle. He made quick work of his clothes, his own hands rough as he finally uncovered all of that gorgeous male flesh. His thick cock jutted up against my belly, its iron heat searching insistently. I gripped him with both hands and pumped his heavy rod, fascinated, as he threw back his head and gritted his teeth.
With a sly grin, I changed gears and planted my palms on his broad chest. Before he could anticipate my intentions, I shoved him back until he sat heavily, the chair legs squeaking against the hardwood floor. Quickly straddling him, I was grateful for the extra height from my heels. Locking eyes with him, I slid my hands over my full breasts and flicked open the front clasp of my bra. Tossing my last scrap of fabric over my shoulder, I rocked experimentally against him, moaning at the electric sensation of my wet slit sliding up and down his rock hard shaft. He spread his legs further apart, forcing my thighs to stretch as I ground harder against him.
“Mine,” I gasped, carefully fitting the wide head of his cock at the entrance of my aching core. He was so thick that I had to sink myself slowly, inch by rigid inch, onto his full length to give my tender flesh time to adjust to the maddening fullness. He had never penetrated me so deeply before; I felt like my entire body was supported by only his cock and his large hands on my hips. Gripping his broad shoulders, I tentatively began riding his shaft, my leg muscles quivering from the strain and pleasure.
His hands tightened around my ass as he helped guide me up and down, faster and faster. He kissed a hot trail down the delicate skin of my neck, making me shiver. I luxuriated in my power as my body instinctively found my perfect rhythm. His lips fastened on my tight nipples and I arched my back, whimpering for more, more
of his tongue lashing at my sensitive buds.
He answered my urgent moans by licking his thumb and gently circling my aching clit.
“Oh, god!” I squirmed frantically against him, my hips undulating wildly, desperate to come. My nerve endings felt almost hypersensitive; all I could focus on was the overwhelming waves of ecstasy radiating through my molten core. He shifted his position until I was leaning slightly back, supported mainly by the iron band of his arm.
I bit back a tiny scream as he began thrusting at this new angle. I surrendered to his unyielding hold, sobbing in pleasure, as he hurtled us both towards a shattering climax. He must have been as starved for me as I was for him. I was grateful for his arm around me as I could barely keep my balance from his furious pace. An intense orgasm gripped me and I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving my mark, as my inner walls milked his driving shaft.
“Mine,” he groaned. With a final hard pump of his lean hips, he shuddered as he came, clasping me tightly against him. “Mine.” His muscles were tense under my hands as he shot his warmth deep inside me.
I languidly stroked his hair as our panting breaths subsided. I felt boneless, but secure in his embrace. Listening to the soft thud of his heartbeat, I could have gladly remained there forever, but my inner thigh muscles protested. He caught my wince and gently withdrew, careful to lift me gradually, settling me back onto his lap. Sighing contentedly, I rested my head on his shoulder, languidly brushing soft kisses against his warm, salty skin.
“Jake?”
“Yes, love?”
“Why were you covered in flour?”
His deep chuckle rumbled through his broad chest. “I was trying to recreate your cooking,” he said sheepishly. “Your grandma took pity on me and sent me leftovers from your marketing, but I missed your fresh biscuits. I missed watching you putter around the kitchen.” He drew my chin up for a tender kiss. “But mostly, I missed you, my talented little entrepreneur.”
Grinning, I nipped at his full lower lip. “For that, I’ll make you biscuits everyday for the rest of our lives, Jake Cochran. You can even be my official taste tester for Lynn’s Biscuits.”
“Where do I sign?”
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