My cock pulsed, growing impossibly harder and thicker. She moaned, her mouth glistening with a mix of saliva and pre-cum as she took me all the way down her throat.
Another shock of pleasure rocketed through me. I uttered a hoarse groan, my head tipping back and my fingers tangling in herhair as she sucked me off in earnest. I kept my other hand on the counter, trying to steady myself as my knees weakened.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her blow job filled the kitchen, and she was so eager to please, so damnintoit that her enthusiasm was hotter than anything she physically did—which wasn’t to say she was lacking in that particular department.
The head of my cock hit the back of her throat. Maya spluttered, her tight passage convulsing around me as she fought her gag reflex. Her eyes welled with tears, her body visibly tensing, but she kept going. She grabbed my thighs for leverage, and the sensation of her swallowing every single fucking inch of me was too much.
The leash on my already frayed self-control snapped. “I’m going to come,” I panted. She redoubled her efforts, her needy whimpers vibrating through my entire body. “Fuck. Maya, I—fuck!”
I pulled out at the last possible second. Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed across her face and lips. It dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt, but she didn’t seem to notice as she knelt at my feet, mouth open and tongue out. She waited until I was done before she swallowed an entire mouthful of my cum with a moan.
Jesus fucking Christ. I almost came again from that sound alone.
Fuck gorgeous. She was perfect—made for me in every single way that mattered.
Despite my recent orgasm, my cock was still throbbing, my muscles tight with pent-up lust. I could spend hours slaking our desires, and it wouldn’t be enough. When it came to Maya, I was insatiable.
I reached down and pulled her bottom lip down with my thumb.
“Look at you,” I said softly. “Did you like that? Did you like drinking up my cum like a good little slut?”
She nodded, her eyes flaring with renewed desire at my words.Her nipples were so hard I saw them poking through her shirt.
“Good.” I dragged my cock down her cheek and across her chin, coating it with the leftover cum. A dark blush stained her cheeks when she realized what I was doing, but she didn’t protest when I nudged the tip of my freshly cum-covered cock against her mouth. Her lips parted and wrapped eagerly around me once more. “Clean me off. It’s not polite to leave a mess after you’re done eating.”
Maya shivered. She obeyed, making hungry little noises as she licked my cock clean like it was the world’s filthiest creamsicle. By the time she was done, there wasn’t a speck of cum in sight, and I was rock hard again.
She sat back, her face so proud it made me laugh, but she squealed a second later when I picked her up and carried her over to the breakfast table. It was tucked into the corner of the kitchen and smaller than the formal dining table in the other room, but it’d do.
“What are you doing?” She watched, her voice laced with both anticipation and apprehension, as I left her on the table to gather what I needed from the rest of the kitchen.
I returned a short while later. She eyed the items in my arms nervously, but I didn’t miss the way her thighs clenched when I set them on the closest chair. She was so wet, I’d smelled her arousal from across the room.
“It’s not a proper break without lunch.” I unscrewed the cap of a half-empty whiskey bottle.
“We had lunch three hours ago.”
“Three hours is a long time.” I brought the bottle to her mouth. “Open.”
“We shouldn’t be drinking during work,” she said breathlessly.
My voice hardened. “Open your mouth, Maya.”
She didn’t argue again. A soft, dreamy sigh escaped through her nose as I tipped the bottle toward her lips. Whiskey dribbledinto her mouth, and her throat worked to swallow at the same pace I was pouring.
My cock throbbed. Once I was satisfied she’d had enough, I yanked the bottle away and leaned forward to capture her mouth in a rough, messy kiss. She tasted sweet and smoky and so damn intoxicating I could spend the remainder of my days surviving on her kisses alone.
My free hand slid over her shoulder and down the curve of her waist. I tugged her shirt up, and we broke apart so she could pull it over her head. My gaze raked over her, drinking in the sight of her half-naked form sprawled across the table. She was a feast waiting to be devoured, and I was fucking starving.
“You have the world’s most perfect breasts. Do you know that?” I tilted the bottle again and poured a trail down the center of her body. She gasped, her back arching as I brought the bottle back up and splashed more whiskey over her chest. “Soft…” I set the bottle down and leaned over her. “Firm…” My lips skimmed the gentle curve of her breast. “Perfect,” I repeated huskily.
I drew a peaked nipple into my mouth and sucked. Another whimper fell from her lips when I scraped my teeth over the sensitive bud. I took my time, licking and lathing and rolling the nipple between my fingers until I didn’t taste the alcohol at all, and she was squirming helplessly beneath me.
“Seb. Please.” She reached for me, but I stopped her with a firm hand.
“Don’t move, or I’ll leave you like this,” I warned. “I don’t like it when people interrupt my meals.”
But I took pity on her and moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as I had the previous one. Once I was satisfied with my ministrations, I turned my attention to the rest of her body. Her muscles quivered as I lapped up every drop of whiskey with relish. It tasted sweet against her skin, and the soundof her breathy moans was even sweeter.
