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Mischief fills my soul, and as he watches me, his eyes widening, I run my tongue along the length, stopping at the top to suck it inside.

He licks his upper lip while I suck on the sausage. I want the real thing, but food play can be fun.

“Two can participate in this game, sweetheart,” he growls, parting the top of his pants. His cock springs out, thick and long and poking toward the ceiling. “Do you want this, my precious Delia?” he asks, running his fingers along the length, pumping it to stiffness.

I toss the sausage away, and it clunks against the wall, falling. We float past it, leaving it behind.

“Jarrn,” I moan, reaching for his cock. “You’ve been depriving me, holding yourself back for too long.”

“I didn’t want to rush.”

“Well, I do,” I say with a smile. “Take everything off and give that to me.”

His low, husky laugh rings out, and he shakes a finger at me. “Impatient, impatient, aren’t you, my love?”

My heart thrills at the endearment.

“There’s a feast I’d still love to savor.” He tugs on my shirt, helping me remove it, and it’s not long before I’m completely naked. He sweeps his arm out, sending our basket and ingredients flying, and we leave them behind as he gently lowers me onto the smooth countertop. He stoops between my thighs. “Let me see what secret ingredients you’re hiding in your cute little pussy.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I whisper, clinging to his horns as he lowers his head. My mind’s rocketing to the stars already, and he hasn’t done more than kiss me.

He spreads my thighs and crawls between them. “I’m going to suck on your clit until you scream with joy, little one.”

“Oh, yes, please do.”

His finger glides down my slit, then back up to focus on my clit. “And then I’m going to flip you around, drive my cock inside you, and make you scream all over again.”

I’m in.

He drives his tongue inside me, twisting it while I writhe on the counter. I’m a mess already, releasing panting shrieks, and I’m eager to get completely dirty. I suspected this cooking class could be interesting, and I’m right, though Jarrn’s giving me the most delicious lesson.

His finger finds my clit, and he rubs a claw across it while I buck up to meet his mouth. I’m splayed wide, my legs are hitched around his shoulders, and his face is buried between my legs. Can I stay here forever?

His breath teases my folds, and the sensations erupt all over me, making my skin tingle. I can’t feel enough of him—his tongue, his lips, his hair tickling my thighs as he dives even deeper inside me. My eyes roll back in my head, and I’m going to come much too soon.

Warmth spreads through me like lava burning beneath the surface of an active volcano about to erupt at any moment.

He deepens his touch, rolling my clit while his tongue drives within me, licking my inner walls and taking me to heights I’ve never felt before.

I’m whimpering and squirming, my heat building then retreating. Jarrn’s too good at this; I sense he could bring me close and back off all night before delivering the orgasm of a lifetime.

Sensations flow freely now. Nothing else matters but what’s happening between us–a pussy-pounding connection that I’ll never forget. His mouth devours me while my heart thunders. We’re sealed off like we’re encased in a big bubble where we exist only for each other.

His tongue flickers within me. My pleasure intensifies, and I’m lost in the sensation, wrenching my hips up to meet him, my groans echoing around us. My tension builds higher with each lick, each circle of my bud sending sparks shooting through me.

He teases my clit with the pad of his thumb as he drives me closer, making stars burst behind my eyes. I’m throbbing with hunger, and only Jarrn can bring me to completion.

When he leans back and looks up at me, I whimper, scrambling to clutch his horns, to hold him near. I swear I see his soul in his eyes and it’s amazing.

“Delia,” he says. He stands and shucks his pants, standing before me completely naked. Good thing the station remains steady inside the tunnel.

His cock’s a thick rod I can’t wait to taste and feel.

“I need you,” he says hoarsely.

“Then take me, Jarrn,” I say. “I’m yours.” Always have been and always will be.

He gently rolls me over and spreads my thighs wide.

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