Page 63 of The Chef

There, I’ve said it.

I’ve said what has been bubbling underneath. It’s the truth. I want him.

“I want all of you, Cliff.”

“You can have me,” he replies.

And then he rips off my panties and I feel his finger softly touch my skin, tracing its way up to my sex.

His finger finally enters me, and I gasp in pleasure. I feel him penetrate deep inside me, making me squirm as he smiles.

I close my eyes as he plays with my clit, lost in my image of Cliff. Lost in the thoughts of how he rescued me from that customer the other day. That strength. His threat of violence towards the man. His protectiveness. And now he’s being so soft and tender with me.

His finger keeps digging deeper within me as I feel his lips graze mine. I open my eyes to see Cliff above me.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he whispers.

And then he lets go of me and I moan in displeasure.

I want him to keep going.

“Come back,” I groan as Cliff smiles and disappears into his bedroom.

But, like he said, a moment later he reappears, condom in hand.

Oh.

“I’m going to go inside you, Bay,” he says as he strolls back on over. I drink in his naked body. His athletic and muscular body.

He’s coming straight for me.

He kneels down, fitting the condom over her large cock.

And then he enters me.

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BAY

I roll up against Cliff’s naked body as we lie here and make myself at home. His sweat is hot and strangely welcome. I love feeling his solid muscles and the heat emanating from his body. It just makes me want to smuggle up here against him and never, ever leave.

And I’m planning not to.

Not for a long time at least.

We’re lying in his bed post the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. Ever. We moved in here when we finished, deciding the bed was a much more comfortable option than the old paint rag we’d just dirtily fucked on. I’m all soft and drowsy from the incredible sex, like his body’s made me drunk. I’m exhausted, but so deeply satisfied. The man can fuck, to put it bluntly.

The man knows how to press my buttons.

The way he thrust inside me, he dominated me. Dominated my world. He moved so elegantly as he fucked me. I found myself watching his body move with each thrust of his pelvis, watching him and his thick legs sway as he grunted and moaned. I liked how he desired me, the force he unleashed, and how tired he was. And still, he fucked like a wild animal.

And I was no different. I’m sure I’ve made scratch marks down his back with my pleasure. Even if I have, Cliff’s strong enough not to acknowledge it. I couldn’t help myself, he’s so strong and all-encompassing. He dominated me, and I let him.

I would never have believed you if you told me a few days ago in that bank that I’d be screwing the brains out of that rude Superman and actually enjoying it.

But I have.

And it feels great.