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He stroked under my chin like I was an indulgent cat, making me achingly hard. “You’re certainly bold.”

“Just like my baking, I have the talent to back up my ego.” I wetted my lips as I looked down at his, then back up to his eyes. “Give me the chance to show you what I’ve got, Chef.”

The moment of tension ratcheted higher as the silence between us hung heavily in the air. I stopped breathing when his thumb brushed over my lower lip. Then he said the words that almost made my heart stop. “Kiss me, and I’ll consider it.”

As much as I wanted to yank him down and devour him like my last meal before death, I refused to rush the moment I had spent over ten years dreaming about. Instead, I slid my hand up his chest to his neck, using my hold to guide him closer.

My lips claimed his with a passion born out of obsession. But I started slow, gauging his interest and whether he intended to take control. To my surprise, he let me lead.

I shamelessly pressed my arousal against him, delighted to find an answering one. It gave me the confidence to tease him with my tongue. He opened for me, and I happily accepted what he offered. Lacing my fingers through his dark hair, I grew more insistent as he responded in kind.

I backed him against the counter, pinning him against it as I unleashed my hunger for him that had fueled my lust for over a decade. When he growled and kissed me back with equal need, any semblance of control fled.

He teased me into a frenzy, and the only thing that stopped me was my desire to have him fuck my throat with his glorious dick, which I could feel pressing against me through our pants.

We were both breathing heavily when I drew back to look up at him for guidance. “Well?”

“You have a delightfully naughty mouth, darling.” Even though it was a term of endearment he used regularly, I still felt special. “Show me what else it can do.”

“With pleasure,” I purred, wasting no time as I undid his belt and the fasteners on his pants. When I tugged them down along with his briefs, my mouth watered at the glorious sight of his uncut cock standing at full attention because ofme. He was just as generously endowed as in my fantasies, which made it even better for me.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I wasted no time in trailing kisses along his length. In between each one, I said, “Of course, your dick would be as magnificent as the rest of you.”

I jerked him off to appreciate his full size, which made my ass ache with a need to have it pounding me against the nearest flat surface. But I wasn’t in a mood to rush when I had been blessed with such an amazing opportunity.

While gazing up at him, I rolled his foreskin back before teasing the head of his cock with my tongue. His expression was challenging, which drove me wild as I lived the full fantasy, letting his dick slide into my mouth while I held him steady at the base.

Unable to help myself, I put on a show of sliding him deep into my throat as I maintained eye contact. I didn’t stop until my nose touched his neatly trimmed pubes. With a low moan, I bobbed my head as I worked him in earnest.

“Oh,bello, you look beautiful with your mouth so full of me,” he purred, watching with interest. He brought his hand to the back of my head, but he didn’t use his grip to dictate my pace. Instead, he stroked my hair as I sucked his cock for everything I was worth. “How unexpected to find out you’re talented enough that I can’t think of an insult about that delightfully devilish tongue of yours.”

While I lived for his insults, I lit up just as much from his praise. It spurred me to work him with more vigor as I alternated between letting him glide deeper into my throat before drawing back to focus on the tip. I had no intention of stopping until I drank his cum.

ChapterSeven

Niccolò

Adler sucked my dick like it was the only thing giving him life. It was wonderful to discover his enthusiasm was matched by his talent. I had hooked up with plenty of fans in the past, but there was something different about Adler’s worship that remained reverent without crossing over into gross fawning.

But as long as he was working his magic, I couldn’t think about the strange pull I felt toward him. Instead, I had the strangest urge to push him, to see how much he could handle. Holding the back of his head, I tentatively thrust deeper. His response was to open wider with a moan of encouragement that spurred me on to move with more urgency as my climax swelled. But no matter how fast or deep I went, nothing stopped Adler’s exquisite skills as I fucked his mouth with increasing abandon.

“That’s it, my darling,” I crooned as I slid deeper into his throat with another thrust. “Just like that. You’re making me feel so good.”

A visible shiver ran through him at the praise. It was sweet how he seemed to hang on my every word, living for insults and compliments alike. His eagerness to please me pushed me to my limits. “Do you want to taste me?”

Pure ecstasy washed over his expression at the possibility, paired with a low moan deep in his throat that made me unravel. I buried myself to the depths, then came with a satisfied sigh.

Adler swallowed my release, then put on a show of licking me clean before he drew back. “Mmm, you were a delicious appetizer.”

“It certainly made me eager for the main course,” I murmured as I rearranged myself back to presentability. “You deserve a reward for being so talented.”

“Ireallyhope that reward is pounding me into the mattress after dinner,” he moaned, standing up to face me.

Before I could say anything further, the timer for the oven went off. He said, “Hold that thought,” then stopped the beeping before taking out the meat.

“It smells incredible,” I told him, fascinated by the shudder such simple words sent through him.

“I’ll let that rest while I do the polenta.” Adler moved around his kitchen like a man in command, which was deeply arousing in its own way. Normally, I’d offer to help, but it was clear he had things under control as he focused on cooking.