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“They deserved it. They’ve been working hard,” she says.
“And what about you?”
She grins. “I have you to help.” She throws me an apron.
I sigh but put it on. “I’ll help but I can’t promise I’ll be any better than the last time. You’d be better off just baking everything yourself.”
Her face lights up as she looks at me. “But then I wouldn’t get to see you looking so hot in your apron.”
She pinches my ass before returning to baking.
I groan. “Fine. I’ll help you, but only if I get to fuck you in nothing but your apron later.”
She bites her lip again. “Deal.”
She gives me a task and I try to focus on it instead of on her ass, but she makes it impossible. She rubs up against me every chance she gets. She smears flour on my face at least half a dozen times. She sways her hips even more than usual when she walks. Little whimpers and sounds leave her lips while she is working.
I break, faster than I would like. Olive drives me insane with need on a normal day much less when she is trying to drive me mad.
I grab her and push her against the wall, pushing her hands high above her head.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I stare intently into her eyes.
She breathes heavily. “Getting you to fuck me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Well, that’s easy. All you have to do is ask.”
She grins. “I want you to fuck me here.”
I see the naughtiest look in her eyes when she says it.
I don’t think about the fact of how unhygienic it is to fuck in her bakery’s kitchen. I’ll have a cleaning crew come in later.
“Tell me what you want Olive,” I say because I know her. She has a plan in her head.
She takes a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me on the counter.”
I grab her and give her what she wants. I lift her up, wrapping her legs around me as I kiss her. She claws at my back as I sit her on the counter before grabbing her jeans and pulling them off at the same time that she undoes her apron and pulls it off. I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it off of her head.
Olive pushes her body back onto the table and that’s when I get a full look at the lingerie she is wearing. She planned this. There was no emergency. The emergency was that she needed to get fucked.
I glance around the room until I spot it. The video camera that she set up.
I laugh and shake my head. “So which porno is this that we are reenacting?” I ask. She’s been trying to get me to come out of retirement and make a porn movie with her. Just a private one.
She blushes. “The one where you fuck me in my bakery.”
I shake my head but then I climb on top of her anyway. I would do anything for her. Even recreate a cheesy porn movie with her if that is what she wants.
I kiss down her neck and then unclasp her bra.
She arches her back and moans loudly as I do, exaggerating everything for the camera. I’m going to make it the best sex of her life then.
I move my lips down her body until I reach her red lace panties. I bite the band of her panties with my teeth and pull them down slowly as Olive stares at me, waiting for the moment that my tongue moves inside her.
I hesitate, letting her anticipation build as I hover over her. Then I lick her pussy and she screams.
But it’s not her usual scream. This scream is terrifying.
