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DEAN

I manage to get out of the bakery earlier than expected, giving me time to go home and shower. I opt for a silver tie, dark blue shirt, and black pants under a long black coat. It doesn't take long for me to get to Mackenna's house, a small cottage-style home on a quiet street in our little town.

As Mackenna and I grow closer, I want this to be forever. I'm happy for her success and love that I could help her find new clients. She's a visionary when it comes to marketing. The business at the bakery has doubled, and I see it increasing the longer we implement her ideas. If I'd known she needed the work sooner, I would have hired her a long time ago.

But that's Mackenna.

She doesn't complain. She puts her head down and deals with everything life throws at her. From losing her mom to pausing her college career to taking on the volatile role of a freelance marketing professional, she just gets shit done.

When Mackenna opens the door, I'm blown away. The aroma of savory food greets me, along with a vision of beauty, making me happy that I put in the effort to dress up for tonight. The spaghetti-strap black dress she's wearing frames her body perfectly. Her smile is subtle, drawing me into her hazel-eyed gaze. The way her hair frames her face tugs at my urge to run my fingers through it.

"Well, come inside." She holds out a hand to me.

I plan to do just that, but for now, she leads me into her cozy home.

It's about the same size as my place, but the living room is in a separate room. The dining room is more of an office space than a place to eat, and her kitchen is far bigger than mine. Her bedroom door is down a hallway off the dining room, where I can see the soft flickering glow of candlelight.

"Whatever you're making smells heavenly," I tell her.

"Thank you. It's a recipe my mom taught me. Chicken marsala with roasted potatoes and sauteed spinach. I also have a Chardonnay to go with it," she says with a hint of nervousness.

"I'm sure it's going to be delicious," I assure her as we sit at a table for two in the corner of her kitchen.

Delicious is an understatement. I clear my plate and most of the food she's made effortlessly. After dinner is done and the kitchen is clean, we relax in her living room, music playing softly around us.

"Thank you for sharing that recipe with me, Mackenna. It was truly a masterpiece. Better than the restaurants around here." My back is against the arm of the couch, and she sits between my legs, her head resting on my shoulder.

"You don't have to butter me up. I know you can cook it way better."

"Don't do that. I love the way you cook. Just because people pay to eat what I bake doesn't mean I'm a great chef. I know about ten different dishes that I can put together for dinner and just rotate between them," I admit with a laugh.

"How about dessert recipes?"

I find myself absentmindedly stroking her forearm as we talk. "I have about ten base recipes and just tweak them to make whatever idea I have work. The best thing about the bakery and the bar is that customers don't deviate too much. When I give them a simple menu, most pick the same thing."

"That makes sense. You only serve five kinds of coffee and tea."

"Keeps the costs down, but seriously, Mackenna. Don't sell yourself short. You're a great cook. Seriously, thank you for this. I don't have people cook for me often. It means a lot to me."

She turns to face me, adoration and seduction in her eyes. Mackenna tips her head closer to mine as we fill the next few minutes with a slow kiss. It ends with her lying on top of me.

My hands move down her body, pulling the straps off her shoulders and then hiking the bottom of her dress up to her waist. The voluptuous curve of her ass under the palms of my hand has my pulse racing as I tap it lightly, just to hear the sound of her flesh bounce against my skin.

I grab her soft backside by the handful, switching between a rough grab and a playful smack. When Mackenna starts grinding her lap against my crotch, I know I won't be able to keep my clothes on for much longer.

Still, I want to enjoy her body on top of mine, just the way we are for now. My fingers massage her ass like I'm kneading dough. Every motion is gradually more aggressive than the last. I can't stop us from flipping over so she’s on her back, and I'm on top of her.

The top of her dress sits under her tits, pushing her nude nipples upward, putting them in the perfect range for my mouth to capture one while my hand massages the other. My free hand dips between her thighs to feel her pussy.

She's wet, but I don't want to move too fast.

I pull away with a gasp for air, pushing myself to my feet before I lean down to scoop her into my arms.

"Always the fucking gentleman," she whispers as her lips cover mine.

I kiss her with an intensity that almost makes my knees buckle. We move into her candle-lit bedroom, where I spot an ornate bed. It's a cream-colored, velvet, four-post canopy bed. The room has white and gold accents, and the candles make me feel like I'm stepping into heaven.

I place her on the bed, remove her dress, and use the stretchy fabric to tie one of her wrists to the post beside her nightstand. My tie works to secure the other wrist to the opposite post. I take my time coming out of my shirt, letting her eyes etch every hard-earned muscle of mine into her memory.

I use my shirt to secure her ankle to the bottom post, and my belt secures the other. Her gorgeous hazel eyes are wide, questioning me silently with excitement. With her pussy on full display, I clench my jaw to steady my heartbeat and ease my own enjoyment to make sure this lasts longer.

"Time for dessert." I grin and start from her toes.

My mouth kisses her tenderly on the inside of her ankle, drawing out squeals and giggles. As I snake my way up the inside of her leg, Mackenna starts to squirm.

"Dean," she laughs between panting breaths. "You're driving me crazy."

"I'm just getting started."

I continue to blaze my trail of kisses to the delicate center between her thighs. The first swipe of my tongue between her slits causes Mackenna to arch her back and anchor her ass to the bed.

"No, no, we can't have that. I need to eat all of it," I tell her as I hook my arms under her thighs and bring her pussy to my face. I suckle, kiss, and move my mouth over her tender lips the same way I'd kiss her mouth.

There's a duality of flavors erupting across my taste buds. There's a tangy tartness of her entrance contrasting against the subtle sweetness of her skin … better than any dessert I can conjure in my shop.

I find myself moaning, humming as if I'm dining on a decadent morsel of chocolate. I think I'm enjoying her pussy even more than the food we just finished. My tongue dances against her clit and between her folds until I feel the familiar vibration of her climax.

The way Mackenna's inner thighs tremble makes me proud to be her fucking gentleman.

"Yes, give it all to me, baby. Come for me, Mackenna."

She moans and whispers harshly, "Fuck me, Dean. Please. Just fuck me."

"Not yet. I need you to come for me again, darling.” I maneuver one arm from under her thigh so I can finger her while flicking my tongue across her swollen nub.

After slipping two fingers inside of her, I can feel her pleasure tighten around me as I stroke another orgasm out of her. When I feel her release coating my fingers, I pull them out and suck her sweet nectar off them.

My mouth moves away from her pussy, up to her stomach, and back to her mouth, where I claim a kiss. It's a kiss that muffles her yelp of surprise when I rub the tip of my cock against her entrance before pushing inside.

Tight.

Soft.

Warm.

Mine.

Ripples of her pussy welcome my dick like it's been made especially for me. The grip of her around my shaft threatens to finish me, but I blow out a deep exhale toward the ceiling as I anchor my hands beside her torso.

Gritting my teeth, I go slow at first, but my thrusts become faster, wilder, and more coordinated. When Mackenna opens her mouth to scream my name, I help her along by teasing her clit.

She moves in sync with me, and I no longer want her bound to the bed. I release her ties as quickly as possible.

Mackenna doesn't waste time as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I move into a standing position where she can grab the top bar between her bedposts. I grab her by the hips and pick up my speed. The sounds of our bodies pounding into one another echo around the room.

Mackenna doesn't let me maintain control as she releases one hand to wrap around my neck. She straddles me to the point I have to stand still and let her use me, let her fuck me, let her do whatever she desires.

She whirls around after letting her other hand drop to spin me onto the bed. She straddles me so she can ride my cock while I lie on my back. Thank God her bed is sturdy.

She digs her nails into my shoulders to anchor herself as she bounces, glides, and slides herself back and forth over my shaft.

"Fuck yes," I snarl as she rides my cock like she owns it. Fuck it. She does own it. I can't stop the words flowing out of me. "Yes, ride my cock. Just like that. It's yours, fuck yes, it's yours, Mackenna."

Mackenna grips me by the chin forcefully. "Damn right, it's mine."

Her confidence is cocky. The uncertainty that used to exist between us is no longer there. This is the woman I love. She continues to ride me until she arches back with a stuttering stroke.

I reach up, grabbing her tits gently and flicking the nipples with my thumbs while she coats my shaft with another climax. Thankfully, I'm still ready to go. I'm not sure how much more I got in me, but I don't want to lose this momentum.

My hands move from her tits down to her waist and around to her ass cheeks. I spread them slightly, gripping them to get her moving again.

"Hold on, baby," I tell her with a wink.

She plants her hands on my chest and her knees against the side of my stomach. I hold her tight and pump into her like a beast unleashed. We fuck like we're never going to see each other again.

My body shudders as I spill myself inside Mackenna's walls, leaving us spent but happy.

Mackenna rests on my chest as we come down our sexual high. I can feel her walls gripping my shaft as it softens, but with every pulse of her pussy, I find myself stiffening again.

"You're going to get me all riled up again," I warn her. "This second round won't be long, and it won't be soft if you keep at it."

She laughs softly. "Always the fucking gentleman. I can take whatever you dish out, Dean."

"Say less."

She takes my cue and my warning and reaches her hand beneath our nexus to massage my balls, which gets me hard almost immediately. I begin to flex my hardening cock inside of her pussy.

We flip over so I can stroke myself into a full erection. It doesn't take long at all as I fuck two more orgasms out of Mackenna. It's not long and drawn out, only taking a few strokes after I'm sure she's satisfied to release my second climax inside of her.

The minute we're done, I walk into her bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean us both off. Once we're in her bed, swaddled in her blankets, and the cold snap of winter whirring outside her window, we fall asleep in each other's arms.