Midnight thoughts

thought .4.

" Do you need help ? "

I turn around to look at him. He was leaning against the kitchen door, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes leering at me. I just smile and shake my head. I was almost done with making this cake.

" It can be any kind of help, you know ? "

He winks and I laugh before rolling my eyes. He will never change.

" I'm almost done, but you can help clean the mess. "

" I hate cleaning. "

He was now behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his head nestled in my neck. I can feel how hard he is as he pushes his hips closer to mine.

" Oh, you're making a cake. What for ? " He pushes his finger into the bowl of chocolate before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it. " Tastes yummy ! " He adds before sticking his finger again and this time bringing it to my mouth.

I just open my mouth and wrap my tongue around his finger sucking the chocolate. His eyes screening me as I do so can tell a lot about what's going on in his mind. He must be thinking about my tongue wrapped around his dick instead of his fingers.

" You know how to use that tongue pretty well." He comments, dragging his fingers from my mouth all over my neck to between my tits. " You could effortlessly offer me a better dessert, you know ?"

" I know, you're easy to satisfy." I laugh and he acts like he's hurt.

I know I'm right. He would easily cum if I just get on my knees now. But I just rather not make a mess in here, the kitchen is already so messy with all that flour and chocolate all over, I'm not adding his cum to that.

" And you're not ?" He asks, his hand sliding under my bra and grabbing my left tit.

He starts squeezing it gently, giving it a soft massage and I let out a heavy sigh. If getting on my knees would make him immediately cum, playing with my boobs would make my pussy explode.

" You would need more than that, you know ?" I try to joke in a hopeless attempt to not succumb to his touch but it was already a lost case. My attempt was indeed a stupid one because it just made him go further.

He grabs my nipple between two fingers, pushes his hips closer to mine rubbing his hard dick against my thighs and starts to pinch them first softly and gently. I can feel how much he's enjoying it when I feel his smile against my skin as he kisses my neck, or better say, suck my neck. He loves to leave marks on my body, it's his signature -that's what he always says to justify it- and I would lie if I say I don't like it.

At first I always get angry seeing the hickeys but I end up smiling looking at them.

I gasp when his free hand spanks my ass and then grab it. It wasn't that harsh of a spank, it was a playful spank that makes me giggle. He does it again, this time lifting my short skirt, directly doing it against my skin. I feel a bit of heat down there, he must have left it red.

" You turn easily red. How hot is that !" He confirms my thoughts and before I even have the time to reply he just spanks me again.

This time it was a bit harder, but enjoyable. He somehow knows how to be both harsh and gentle and fuck that turns me on in such a strange incredible way.

"I still need to finish this cake." I protest when his drops down my underwear. A helpless string that barely hides my pussy.

" Fuck that cake. I'd rather eat your pussy."

I was protesting yes, but do I want him to stop? Absolutely no. Fuck that cake.

He grabs my neck and gently pushes me making me lean over the table. My tits are now smashed against it, I can guess that they would be covered with chocolate leftovers once I'm up again. Do I care ? Again no.

He lifts my skirt higher exposing my already wet pinky pussy. He was now on his knees behind me, my ass facing him. I spread my legs for him, giving him a better look and he laughs.

" Good girl." He whispers right before running his finger all over my skin.

His starts from the bottom of my back, slowly reaching my ass where he slides it between my cheeks making me squeeze them as if I was trying to hold his finger there. And maybe I was in fact trying to do that. He doesn't resist to my contractions, he doesn't move his finger lower and instead starts rubbing it against my asshole.

I honestly never was a fan of people playing around my ass. But him, fuck, he knows so well how to make me succumb to that. I remember saying no the first time he tried doing it, I was afraid I guess. He didn't want to force it but he just kept reassuring me that I will like it. And fuck I do like it right now. I fucking like how he pushes his finger delicately against my hole, how he rubs it, spit on it to lubricate it. He was taking his time, making sure I get comfortable and once he feels all my muscles relaxed, he pushes his finger inside me.

I let out a loud moan, followed by a gasp when he spanks me. He starts fucking my ass with his finger, he wasn't going fast but rather going deep and slow, making me arch my back with every move.

" You're already so wet, damn." He says and before I even get to answer his mouth was already eating my pussy.

Of course I was dripping wet. He was literally fucking my asshole with his finger and I couldn't help it. And now that added to that he's licking my pussy I can feel my wetness all over my thighs.

As much as his finger was slow on my ass, his mouth was the total opposite. He was biting my pussy lips, sucking hard on my clit. I slide my arm behind my back and hold his head. I don't want him to stop, fuck the mess we're going to make in the kitchen. At this point all what matters is him.

When he removes his finger from my ass it was only to slide it inside my pussy. He even started directly with three fingers, making me scream out of surprise. My pussy was so tight but luckily super wet that he easily got them inside me.

He was fucking me with his fingers, curving them inside me, groaning while sucking my clit. And was just there, my tits smashed against the cold table, my back arched and my ass in the air screaming his name. I can even bet the neighbors could hear me and fuck them anyway.

He suddenly stops, gets up and I turn surprised and confused. For a response he smiles, blocks me against the table making me enable to move and dips his fingers that once was in my pussy in the hot chocolate bowl. I smile and just shake my head. He's just unbelievable.

" What ?" He asks seeing my smile. "I'm adding a some chocolate to my dessert."

And so he just starts licking his fingers, perfectly cleaning them with his tongue as he looks me deep in my eyes. And fuck that was hot. So hot that I feel my pussy get wet all over again. Something he seems to notice since he drags his hand again against my vagina and rubbing softly as if he was collecting my juice and again he starts sucking his fingers.

I felt the hot chocolate teasing me when he rubbed my pussy. His fingers were still covered with it when he did that.

He lifts me up and makes me sit on the table, quickly gets rid of his jeans and underwear and without saying a single word, pushes his cock inside me. He grabs my ass, holding me still as he starts pounding my pussy deep and fast and I just throw my head behind.

He was groaning and I was moaning, almost screaming. We were being both so loud. And just as he gives me a last hard push, he lets out all his cum inside me.

" See. That's what we call a fucking good dessert." he whispers and pull out his dick letting his cum mixed with my juice dripping from my pussy. I just off the table, all sweaty and breathless, my legs shaking.

That was definitely what we call a fucking dessert.