Page 78 of The Sweet Spot

I finish chewing. “Whit... this is the best fucking hot dog I’ve ever had in my life.”

“You sure?”

“I’m a professional hot dog himbo. I would never lie about this.” I bring the hot dog to her lips. “Try it for yourself.”

She looks down at the hot dog, then back to me before she opens her mouth wide and takes a bite.

My dick goes from a semi to hard instantly.

Why the hell is watching her eat a hot dog the hottest thing I've ever seen?

She closes her mouth to chew, and my gaze doesn't move from her lips. She pokes her tongue out to swipe away any toppings left over but misses the ketchup on her cheek.

I lean in and lick the ketchup away, then kiss her deeply, tasting the cheese and relish instantly. My hand slides up her thigh under the hem of her tiny shorts, and I grip the soft, warm skin there.

“Bite,” I murmur against her lips, nudging the hot dog forward as I back away.

Her eyes are still closed, and she moans in protest.

“Take another bite, Marlow,” I say more forcefully this time.

She does. While she chews, I kiss her again and let my hand slide higher. My thumb pushes under the edge of her shorts and finds the damp crotch of her panties. She’s already soaked through the fabric. I groan into her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.”

She swallows hard.

“Another bite.” I push the hot dog in her direction again.

She looks at it with wide eyes. “JB—”

“Eat the hot dog, baby. Please.”

Her breath hitches as I sneak my hand into her shorts and hook a finger under her panties, pushing the fabric to the side. Her pussy is perfect. Pink, glistening, and waiting for me. I glide my fingers through her slick folds, teasing her clit before slowly pushing one finger inside her tight heat.

Her knees buckle a little, and she tries to gasp, but that's a little hard for her, since she's got a mouth full of hot dog.

“Keep eating.”

This time, she takes the hot dog from me, and with a shaky hand, takes another bite. I curl my finger, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while my thumb circles her swollen clit.

“Good girl,” I say, kissing down her throat. “How’s it taste?”

“It’s... good,” she breathes, trying not to moan around the food.

“Yeah?” I add a second finger, pumping them slowly, deliberately. “You gonna finish this hot dog while I play with you on my counter?”

“JB—fuck—”

“It's the least I could do. You flew all the way out here and made me my favorite meal, after all.”

She whimpers but obeys, taking another messy bite. Mustard smears at the corner of her mouth. I lean in and lick it off, then kiss her hard while my fingers thrust deeper.

Her eyes start to roll to the back of her head, and that's when I realize it's not enough. I need to taste her.

I drop to my knees in front of the counter, yank her shorts and panties down her legs in one rough motion, and bury my face between her thighs.

The first long, slow lick up her soaked pussy makes her cry out around the hot dog. She tastes sweet and salty and fucking perfect.