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“I need to cook for you more often,” is my breathy reply as he strokes my clit, making me moan with pleasure. Oh god. I’m going to lose it, right here and right now.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Nate growls. “I know you want it.” And in a second, he lines up our hips and thrusts inside me. The entire night has kept me wet and ready for him, and yet I can’t help but to gasp with shock.

“You’re so big!” is my cry. I feel stretched beyond belief, my poor little pussy so tiny and penetrated so hard. He covers my mouth with his to keep me quiet. A large crowd is gathered not far from here. How embarrassing would it be for them to catch us?

“Take me, baby,” Nate growls. “I know you can, you’re so fucking wet and tight. Aw, fuck.”

Nate’s thrusts get faster and more frantic. He keeps one hand holding my wrists above my head but slides the other between our bodies to stroke my pulsing clit and I cry out again, bucking against his palm.

It doesn’t take long for my climax to come, and when it does, ecstasy rolls over me in waves, hot jets of pussy cream sliding out onto his palm.

“Yes, sweetheart, come for me,” he urges, stroking my hard nub before giving it a pinch. My insides tighten around his stiff rod but still, he pummels in and out with passionate thrusts.

Finally, after just a few more seconds, Nate buries himself deep within me and groans, emptying his load. Oh god, there’s so much. He spurts again and again, that hot masculine batter filling up my sweet cavern. I cry out as well, loving the sensation. Will I ever be able to get enough of this man?

“So amazing,” he pants as we come down from a sex-induced high. “I’ll never get tired of being inside of you, sweetheart. Your twat was made just for me.”

“I’ll never get tired of having you inside of me,” I reply honestly. “And yes, I think it was made for you.”

Those blue eyes flash.

“You know it,” he growls before tweaking my clit once more and making me gasp.

“Fuck you’re responsive,” is his appreciative murmur, looking down at his palm that’s slick with female juices. “I should add this into the batter for a new cake,” he adds mischievously. “Alyssa’s Apple Cake.”

“Oh you,” I say, swatting his shoulder playfully. But inside, I’m titillated. A cake with my personal juices as a key ingredient? Disgusting, dirty, and depraved … and yet I adore the idea.

“I know you want it,” Nate intimates dangerously before leaning forwards to kiss me once more. “Come on. We’ve gotta get out of here before anyone realizes we’re gone.”

I nod. As much as I’d love to stay hidden in this closet with Nate for the rest of the night, I know he’s right. My man takes his wet palm and slicks the juices off on his dick, leaving the deep purple pole shiny and wet. The sight transfixes me, but he throws me another dirty grin.

“That’s where your cream belongs,” he rasps. “I’ll get back to it later, when everyone’s not looking for us.”

And with a helpless sigh, I straighten my clothes, trying desperately not to feel aroused all over again. But such is life. We have to get back to the crowd – this is his grand opening, after all.

“Shall we?” Nate asks, holding out his arm.

“Let’s go,” I reply. Together, we walk back into the dining room. Everyone is seated, so we find our table.

Nate pulls out my chair and I sit down. A few people look our way, but no one seems to suspect the quickie we just enjoyed in the storage room.

No one except one familiar face whose eyes burn with anger.

Samantha stares at us like she knows our deepest darkest secrets … and she’s not afraid to use them.

13

Nathaniel

One month later …

“You all did great today,” I say to the class. “Clean up your stations and head out. I’ll see you next week. Enjoy your weekend!”

The kitchen comes alive with students rushing to clean their dishes and put everything away. Technically, we still have an hour left of class, but I wasn’t lying: everyonediddo great today. They deserve an extra hour of their weekend. Next week, class gets tougher, so hopefully the early release today makes up for the brutal work I’m putting them through when we get back.

One student takes longer than the others to clean up. I busy myself with papers as the rest of the class filed out.

“You know, Miss Hall, this would go faster if you actually tried cleaning the dishes.”