Episode 19: Sweet Cake
After eighteen years of trials and errors, Sugar had learned it was best to think ahead. Thinking one step ahead gave her a leg up in the world. It allowed her to accomplish so much in the grand scheme of things. Yet here she was, drowning in a mess of her own making. She had thought demanding a non-committed relationship with strict guidelines was thinking one step ahead to cure her loneliness. However, she didn’t expect the man—who now had her caged against her kitchen counter—to skirt around her rules and bend them to his own benefit.
She had doomed herself from the start.
A broad smile spread across his lips before Chef’s dipped his head and lowered his voice to a husky volume.
His words caressed her ear, making her shudder. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it, Sugar?”
“Like I said before, I ain’t above beggin’,” he continued, his chuckle low and throaty, “especially when the only two things keepin’ me from my dessert are a pair of soft thighs and panties.”
Her eyelids slid shut, and she let out a shaky exhale as his carnal words coaxed a rising warmth inside her.
Brushing his lips along the outline of her ear, he lowered his tone, “My mouth is waterin’ at the thought of tastin’ how sweet you are.”
He gently caught her earlobe with his teeth and lured it into his mouth, suckling briefly before letting it go. Immediately, Sugar visualized him doing the same thing with her clit.
Why the hell did she even bother setting limits if she kept letting him bend them? Resisting him was like trying to hold water in her hands. Her self-control slipped right through her fingers.
“Oh, dear,” she breathed out helplessly, a potent, achy pulse throbbing from the very place he wanted to get acquainted with.
“Take off your panties for me, Sugar,” he commanded.
“Um, shouldn’t we go... to the bedroom... first?” she asked, pausing briefly between strings of words to bite back a moan as his rough hands roamed her curves.
He pulled away from her ear to look at her. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Sugar blinked at his question. “Where else would, um, this happen?”
“Take off your panties, and I’ll gladly show you,” he said, his grin sly.
Unable to deny him any further, she reached underneath her nightie to hook her fingers into her underwear’s waistband and pulled them down her thighs. He moved just enough to give her some room. To steady herself, she grabbed onto his brawny arm with one hand as she clumsily stepped out of her panties.
She squealed as he easily lifted her by the waist and placed her on the kitchen counter. Shock left her utterly speechless.
Chef wanted to do it here in her kitchen?
He lowered himself to his knees, positioning his face directly before her closed legs.
“Chef,” Sugar trailed off, unsure of what to say. Her heart pounded violently in her chest.
He gazed up at her and kissed her knees.
“Let me in, honey.” Chef ran his hands up and down her calves tenderly. “Let me taste you.”
Her heart thrashed with fear, and worries warred within her.
What if she disappointed him?
His eyebrows folded down. “What’s wrong?”
“You’ll be the second man to ever do something like this to me, and I haven’t had...” She paused, her brain searching for a suitable word. “...it in a very long time. My ex-husband tried it three times. He didn’t like it very much. He said he didn’t like how I... taste.”
Chef considered her words for a moment. “Your ex wouldn’t know what to do with sweet pussy if it was in front of him, which is odd ‘cause he is a big-ass pussy.”
Despite her nerves, Sugar giggled. “OK, so what do you do with sweet pussy, Chef?”
“I eat it with a spoon.” A corner of his lips quirked upward.
“What I’m tryin’ to say is I ain’t him, and if you part those pretty thighs for me,” he went on, raining kisses on her knees, “I’ll show you how different he and I are when it comes to you.”
Goosebumps spread across her flesh like wildfire. The humor drained out of her, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Can I let you in on a little secret, Sugar?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
“I have the utmost respect for you. I admire how you carry yourself as a lady, but I must confess, I ain’t always a gentleman. I ain’t very nice when I eat pussy, darlin’.” Chef grabbed the undersides of her thighs, tugging her ass closer toward the counter’s edge. “And there ain’t no doubt in my mind yours is gonna make me downright mean.”
Sugar whispered, “I think birthday girls should only get nice things.”
“That’s too fuckin’ bad, honey,” Chef said, his tone thick with want. “Nice ain’t what this birthday girl gonna get.”
A thrill raced through her at his promise. She ached for him to make good on it.
She spread her thighs slowly.
“Mmm, so pretty and pink.” Chef’s grin widened as he took in the sight of her wet cunt. He buried his face between her legs, inhaling her scent before giving her a long, deep lick. He groaned his approval as he tasted her arousal. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of her crease to the top.
Sugar’s head dropped backward against the cabinet door with a soft thud, her eyes rolling deeply into the back of her head. The realization of her situation turned her on even more. Her bare ass hung off the very edge of the kitchen counter. Her nightie pushed past her waist. Her left leg now rested on the counter, bent at the knee. Her right leg hung over Chef’s shoulder as he kneeled on her tiled kitchen floor. His hot breath danced against her glistening pussy. His beard grazed her inner thighs as he feasted on her.
“Mmm, just like I thought,” Chef purred. “You live up to your name, Sugar. Sweet, sweet, sweet.”
He continued to shower her with his attention, drawing slow, deliberate circles around her needy clit, punctuating by occasional flicks that made her head spin with pleasure.
Sugar moaned loudly, snatching a fistful of his salt-and-pepper hair with her right hand. He let out a low growl as she tugged unkindly, pulling him closer as she ground herself against his face.
She looked down the length of her body and met the bold gaze of gray eyes. He watched her watch him as he drew her clit into his mouth for a hard, greedy suck. She felt raw and exposed, so she squeezed her eyelids shut to regain a sense of control.
“Don’t do that to me, honey,” Chef panted slightly. “I wanna see those beautiful brown eyes while I eat you up. Watch me enjoy how sweet you are.”
He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, making her tremble.
This was too much. This had gone too far.
“We should stop,” Sugar pleaded. “We should really, really st—”
She tried to protest, but he silenced her as he grazed her swollen clit with his teeth, forcing her to take a gulp of air. He then pulled it into his mouth again, suckling it with a hard, hungry rhythm that made her toes curl. Two thick, calloused fingers slid into her.
“That’s not very nice,” she said, her lungs fighting for breath.
Chef had been right. He was downright mean to her, and she found herself craving more of it. The way he devoured her, she felt dirty and desired.
He gave her two notes of a deep chuckle but kept on, relentless in his pursuit to make her cum. His tongue flicked and swirled around her sensitive nub, while his fingers curled inside her, finding that sweet spot that made her buck her hips involuntarily. The pleasure he gave her was intense and utterly foreign.
It consumed her, crumbling her composure.
Sugar frantically rocked her hips against his face, gripping his hair with one hand and bracing the counter for support with the other. Her body desperate for release.
“Oh, fuck,” she chanted wildly as he ravished her like a man possessed. His fingers pumped in and out of her. With every stroke, she could feel a coil of heat tightening inside her, making her body tense up in anticipation.
“Come for me, honey,” he ordered, his voice gruff. “I need your sweetness all over my face, all in my mouth, all down my throat.”
Then it hit her hard.
At first, Sugar gasped sharply at its arrival. Then, as it tore through her, she tossed her head back and screamed, drowning in white-hot euphoria. Her body shook with delight. Her toes curled tightly. Her eyes rolled back, and all she saw were fireworks and stars.
Chef didn’t relent as he lapped her pussy dry until she was a trembling mess on the kitchen counter.
