She smirked up at me. “That’s actually a double negative. What you meant to say?—”
I shoved my tip into her open mouth, a soft groan escaping her and sinful eyes peering up at me. “Brat.”
She pulled off and gathered spit at her lips, taking her time dribbling it over my length. Her lips hooked up again. “Did you want me to stop?”
I fisted my hand in the side of her hair and shoved her back on my cock. “Does it taste like I want you to stop?”
A smug chuckle sounded from her throat as she worked me, taking me a little deeper on each bob of her head.
I poked my head around the corner to make sure we were truly alone. Any of my teammates could have walked in at any time, but I prayed the usual situation held true. I was the only one crazy enough to go in there if Chef or Miguel weren’t around.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you? You woke up this morning wishing I was in your mouth, didn’t you? Loosen your jaw for me, princess.”
Spit dripped onto her chef’s coat, and the sight put me that much closer to the edge. And good thing, because we didn’t have much time.
“Drove you crazy not being able to touch me last night, didn’t it? It did for me. Knowing this perfect woman was right there and I had to act like I didn’t want you, like I didn’t want to bend you over and fuck you until I spilled back out of you.”
She pulled off, eyes teary, makeup smudged, chin wet, and looking up at me from her knees. “Please fuck me.”
I tapped my cock at her lips. “I’ve got a better idea. You in?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes.”
I opened my lips to instruct her to open for me. I stroked my fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head. “Okay?”
She adjusted her lips, then nodded.
“When I tell you to stand and bend over the counter, you do it. Got it?”
She smiled around me and put her thumb up.
“You like your hair pulled?” She blinked and bobbed her head again. “Of course you do. Daddy’s dirty little princess.”
With both hands, I gripped her hair and thrust in and out of her mouth. She reached under her chef’s coat and grabbed her breast, hard. “Fuck, Emma, this is so hot. How’d I get so lucky with you?”
Her eyes softened even though my actions continued, her mouth growing wetter as I kept on. It was the tenderness, the surrender, the trust, the unstoppable connection between us, that had me at my edge.
I tugged upward on her hair. “Bend over that counter, Chef.”
I helped her up and when she laid her upper body flat on the prep surface, I pulled her pants to her knees. I notched my tip at her entrance and worked myself in my hand. “Did you want Daddy to fill you?” I asked.
“I want all of you,” she whispered.
“Soon, I promise. For now, you’re going to take every drop I give you.”
“I want you,” she begged. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
“Not here, princess, but I’ll get close.”
She moaned out my name, and once again, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to look at me. “You’re going to watch me when I fill you up.”
Emma braced her legs wider and canted her hips, trying to meet my hand where it grazed her clit while I jacked myself. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered.
The way she said it. The way Emma counted on me to make her feel good, on how she wanted to give and give to me.
“Fuck.” Rope after rope of cum sprang from my tip, pooling at the edge of her pussy. Emma’s hand reached back to rest on my lower abs, a comforting touch that I focused on so I wouldn’t yell. I drained myself into her, still not fully penetrating her but just pressing at the entrance. I caught any excess in my fingers, then pulled away from her when I was done.
I leaned down to her ear, kissing her temple before I spoke. “Since you’re such a perfect little slut, I’ll give you something nice too.”