There’s not a recipe in my head that tastes as good as Alexis Weiss.
She’s a signature dish I’d put my name on.
One of a kind. A dish I’ll never have anywhere else. Lexi’s flavor is just hers. And I can’t get enough. When I come back up once more, I give her my final notes, as a professional.
“Perfectly balanced flavor profile. Just missing a little bit of salt.”
I watch as her jaw drops, clearly pissed that I’d dare critique the taste of her arousal.
“My cum would balance it out perfectly.”
Another groan from her that feels like fingernails scraping along my balls when I’m close to coming. The thing that could push me over.
“But this will have to do for now.” I spit, straight onto her gleaming pussy, and we both watch as it drips from her clit and heads south, joining the pool of wetness beneath her.
“Jesus, Chef,” she whispers, which is all the encouragement I need.
Scraping the flat of the knife across her skin as I drag it over, I center it on her soaking pussy and start playing.
I watch as her clit bounces beneath the pressure, compressing below the carbon steel and iron as it drags across her flesh, and then pillowing out again when the blade makes it to the other side.
It doesn’t take but a couple rounds of side to side like that for her hips to start twitching, legs beginning to jerk violently.
My hand that was on her stomach slides down to bracket her hip and hold her in place as the other strums her like a fucking guitar with my trusty blade. Old faithful, who never lets me down, doesn’t start now.
“Fuck, Chef, I’m gonna come,” Lexi warns, eyes low and heavy, lip between her teeth as she watches the mess we’re making.
“I know,bella. But I wanna taste it. This one is for me.”
Giving her one last pluck with the blade, I toss it down the line and use both hands to grip her thighs, holding them wide open for me as I bury my face in between her legs and enjoy the last of my meal.
My cock is desperate to lodge inside of her and feel what it’s like to be in the death grip of her cunt as she comes around me yet again, but tonight isn’t the night for that.
She’ll be begging for it soon enough, but I’m playing the long game when it comes to Lexi Weiss.
Need her to want it so bad one night will never be enough for her.
I slide two fingers beneath my tongue and curl them inside of her as my tongue goes into overdrive, working her clit faster and faster until she finally breaks beneath me. Body shaking, legs damn near vibrating around my shoulders, I finally hear what I’ve been waiting for from her.
“Yes, Chef!” Lexi screams, and I groan, mouth full of her taste, fingers dripping with her arousal as I watch her come undone from what I’m doing to her. A breast in each hand, she plays with herself in the open, eyes on mine until the pleasure forces them closed and I don’t fucking quit.
The pressure from my fingers ramps up, forcing her to give me more as she squirms, moaning and writhing over me, fully engulfed in her release, until I feel what I want on my tongue. A rush of fresh flavor—softer, honeyed almost—fills my mouth as she squirts for me.
Lexi slumps forward, a strangledohleaving her lips as it overtakes her, realization dawning on those gorgeous features as she’s forced to admit to herself how much she enjoyed what I just did to her.
Maximizing it, I draw out her release, fingers working her together with my mouth until the last of the throes are passed.
When I finally pull back, my new favorite dish is slumped over on the line, barely able to hold herself up, when I assume everything inside her feels like warm, liquified jelly at the moment.
“That was insane,” she breathes.
“Felt insane,” I agree.
“No, like I’m fully certifiable for letting you do that to me.You’recertifiable for taking aknifeto my pussy, oh my God!”
“Finding something you’re into doesn’t make you crazy, Lexi. Finding someone who’s into the same shit you are makes you lucky, if you ask me.”
“Lucky?” she snorts. “If I’m lucky, I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out this was all a bad dream. That I never hooked up with my chef?—”
