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We put away the groceries and made a couple of drinks. “We should probably make the pies,” she said. “The chocolate one needs to cool to firm up.”
“Do you think we have time for something first?” I asked.
She grinned and pressed her hand against my chest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something I think we both might like,” I replied.
She kissed me and then pushed me away. “How about we make a deal?”
“I’m up for some negotiating.”
“Let’s make the chocolate pie now,” she said with a smile. “We’ll get it in the fridge and then we can do whatever it is you have in mind.”
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my crotch. My erection was very obvious. “How long will this pie take to make?”
“Not long,” she said, grinning. “But maybe you should take this upstairs. I would hate for you to get injured. That thing is dangerous. I’m afraid it might get in the way.”
“I know where I can put it,” I said with a laugh.
“Me too but making a chocolate pie with that bad boy inside me could be difficult,” she replied.
I groaned and had to close my eyes and tamp down the arousal. “Not in the kitchen, not in the kitchen,” I murmured.
She was laughing when she walked away. I tried to help with the pie, but she was certain I was making moves. I supposed she didn’t need me to hold her breasts while she stirred the pudding. It seemed like a good job for a guy like me.
“Okay, mister,” she said and dried her hands. “I think we should go upstairs.”
“Me too,” I said eagerly.
We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. She turned on a few of the flameless candles I had on a table. I never used the things but thought they looked nice. I tried to make the place look homey. The candles I saw on an Amazon ad and two days later they were in my bedroom.
“Now,” she said. “I think you should take off your clothes and lie down.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You do, huh?”
She kicked off her boots and started to undo her jeans. “I do. Don’t make me pull those clothes off you. I will do it.”
“Alright, alright,” I said.
I took my time stripping down while we both watched each other. There was no rush. I knew we were going to get there. I could enjoy the slow ride. I stepped out of my briefs, then watched as she pushed down her panties.
“Bed,” she said.
I climbed up, putting my head on the pillows, and waited for her. She joined me on the bed and knelt beside me. Her hands caressed over my chest. I reached up, tangling her hair in my hand, and pulled her down for a kiss. Her breasts rubbed over my chest with her hand sliding down my stomach. She grabbed my cock and stroked up and down. A groan escaped my throat. When she pulled her hand away, I was close to an orgasm.
“Where you going?” I asked when she pulled away.
She flashed a sexy smile. “Not far,” she replied. “Not far at all.”
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Igrabbed his cock again. It was like grabbing lightning. I held the power in my hand. I looked at him one last time before sucking his cock deep into my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouted and bucked hard.
His response was incredible. I sucked harder. I took him deep, letting the head of his cock rub against my tonsils while my hand massaged his balls. The man’s moans and sounds of exquisite pleasure made me suck harder. He was writhing under me, his hands pulling at my hair and incoherent words spouting out of his mouth.
