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Restaurant Kitchen (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: oral, eating cum, rough fucking

          I walk into the kitchen, wishing to get a distraction from the lull in the front of the restaurant. Luckily, Jayden is already back here washing dishes, so I have someone to talk to.

          "How's your day going?" I say, smiling at him. I've known him for a few years and we've gotten even closer lately. When we're not hanging out at work, we're often talking on the phone or hanging out around the town. Luckily, business is slow today, so we get more time to hang out.

          He looks at me, taking his attention off the dishes while still washing them. "Great, Molly. You?" He lifts a dish from the sink, making to set it on the drying rack above his head.

          He hits it against another dish, knocking it down, creating a domino effect with the other dishes. One falls off, hitting him in the hip, causing him to jerk back. I run forward, raising my arms up to the shelf in a desperate attempt to keep him from getting hit again, and also keep anything from breaking.

          As I hold up the fallen dishes, another falls, and I feel Jayden come up behind me, catching it just before it hits me. He sets it back, making sure it won't fall again. "Are you okay?" He says, his voice out of breath above me.

          "Yeah, I'm okay." I say, finally beginning to relax a bit. In that moment, I feel everything. I feel my back along his chest. I feel his arm just inches from my face. And I feel his dick, hardened against my ass, the two lined up with me being on my tippy toes.

          I bring my hands back to myself, confident we've stopped any further ruckus on the dish rack. He brings his hands down slowly, slightly shifting his hips against me, unconsciously in search for some contact.

          When his hands are down, I turn to face him, the tight space causing me to rub against him. He groans in surprise, his hands coming up to grip the lip of the sink now behind me. My eyes trail down his body, resting to his erection now nestled against my stomach.

          My eyes look back up at his face, searching there for answers of any kind. Sure, I've thought about us being more, but I never suspected he wanted the same. His eyes tell me he does want more though. I lot more.

          I step back up onto my toes, raising my lips to reach out for his own. His head seems to be fighting a battle, and from the side I see his arm flex. "I'm not sure this is a good idea Molly." He says, moving his hips back so they're not touching me anymore.

          "And why isn't this a good idea?" I ask him, pushing my hips forward without even thinking about it. I don't know what I'm doing, but I sure as hell know I'm not stopping.

           He looks down between us at the image of my hips pushing forward slightly, begging for his body. His eyes snap up to mine, full of so many feelings that I can't decipher. I lick my lips, anticipating something. Anything. His eyes track that movement, and in a moment it's like his control has snapped.

            He grabs me roughly, shoving me up on to the sink as he kisses me hard, practically fucking me with his mouth. I groan, rubbing myself mindlessly against him, begging for more.

           He seems to gain some semblance of control over himself and he pulls away slightly, looking me in the eyes as he grips my jaw. "Because once I start, I'll never stop." He looks at me, his eyes filled to the brim with desire.

           He hooks my legs up around his waist, leaning forward so he can angle himself better for me to rub up against. His hand moves from my jaw to my hair and he grips, roughly moving my head to the side. I moan as he starts attacking my neck, sinking his teeth in my collarbone.

          "Fuck, Jayden. Please, please." I beg, not even knowing what I'm begging for. I want him. I want him to fuck me. I want him to love me.

            "Please what sweetheart? Come on, use your words." He says, still kissing my neck as he does.

           "Touch me," I beg, grabbing onto his own hair to urge him to keep his head there. "Please, I can't take it."

          I groan when he brings his hands to my hips, grinding me even harder against him. His dick is hard beneath me, and even through our clothes, I can feel the heat of it. I shamelessly grind myself against him, searching for any angle that will satiate my needs.

          He stops kissing my throat and drops to his knees, grabbing my shorts and panties before pulling them down, setting them on the counter next to the sink. The cool air of the kitchen feels foreign against me, my own body hot and aching. I watch him take his own clothes off, setting them next to mine. He is splendidly naked, and I let my eyes roam his body.

          He seems to be doing the same to my own and he comes back to me, pulling my shirt off over my head. When he pulls off my bra, the cold air brushes across my nipples, the tips getting even tighter and achier.

          I reach out to him, trying to pull him back tight up against me. "I'll only touch me if you beg me." He says, his voice low and deep as he speaks the words.

           "Please, I need you so bad." I say, practically shaking with the need for him to just touch me. "Please, Jayden, I'll do anything for you."

          He's on me in an instant, raising my hips up to align with his tip as he presses his mouth to mine. He presses his hips forward, slowly sinking his cock into me. With both let out a groan, our bodies fucking electric. I shift my hips, needing him deeper.

          He slams into me, causing me to moan even louder. He brings his hand back up to my hair, gripping it as he drives into me. His other hand comes to my hip, allowing him to enter me harder. The mixture of the two leave me panting, begging. I need him all over me. I need him to crush me. I need to come.

          He keeps his relentless pace, driving into me so hard I have to place my hands on the edge of the sink so I don't move. I fuck him back just as hard, chasing my own release.

            "I want you to come for me, love." He says, his voice tight. He brings his hand from my hair down to my clit, rubbing just as aggressively as he's fucking me. "I want you to fucking come."

           My body is wound tight at his manipulation, so so close. Tingles shoot up from my toes, and I cry out, the sensation taking over my body.

          I come hard, my body shaking from the effort. I heard Jayden next to me, groaning. "So fucking perfect. Such a perfect fucking pussy." He drives into me harder, using me in search of his own release.

          After a few more pumps, I feel him pulse inside of me. He groans as he pulls out, dropping to his knees to watch what he left behind trail out of my cunt. He brings his mouth to it, licking it. "Fuck, you can make anything taste good." He looks up at me, grinning. I grin back, happy, and finally satiated.

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