Trey
"Order up!" The last entree of the night clanks on the stainless steel countertop as I ring the little, silver bell for the final time. After the waitress brings the lobster ravioli out to the floor, the kitchen staff bursts into applause. Marco pops open a bottle of Prosecco and pours it in a flute, handing it to me. He then throws an arm over my shoulder, "Cheers to our head chef for finally making it to the top!" Pride swells in my chest as I look around at my fellow chefs. This place has become a second home, and I'm going to miss it when I leave tomorrow. I grin. "Thanks guys, I really enjoyed working with you all of you." The staff drinks and hangs around for a bit to chat. I'm sitting at the bar when Marco comes to find me. "Hey big shot, you all packed and ready to leave?" I nod. "Yep, ready to see my family after four years. Of course, I've always stayed in contact with my mom, but," I sigh, shaking my head, "my sister and I haven't been close since I left. I'm not sure what her problem is." After receiving my "Culinary Arts and Operations" certificate here in Austin, Texas, I begged Marco for a job. He saw my talent and eventually gave in. Soon, his head chef up and quit, and I eagerly seized the position. I've been working my ass off ever since, saving up to open my own restaurant in Virginia. "Does your sister know you already have an apartment there? You didn't visit them at all when you were searching around for a spot for your restaurant?" "No, they don't even know about the restaurant, I told them I got an "executive position", not that I own the restaurant. I'm planning for it to be a happy surprise. This is the beginning of our family's generation wealth." My face falls thinking about all we've gone through since Dad left. "I promised not to come home until I accomplished my dream." He smiles, patting me on the back. "I'm proud of you, Trey. You will be greatly missed." That means a lot to me. He has been a great mentor and an even better friend; possibly even the closest person I've had to a father. "Thanks man." Once everyone starts leaving, I make my way to the walk-in freezer. I promised Marco I would do inventory. My last gift to him since he spent the last two months searching for my replacement. I suddenly hear the latch on the walk in freezer and turn my head slightly to see Stephani standing in the doorway wearing her uniform; a red blouse and black pants. There is an unmistakable hunger in her gaze. She has been wanting me since she started waitressing here about a year ago, but she was off limits. I don't mix business with pleasure. Although, I can't pretend not to love when women show a persistent interest in me. I never chase, I just wait for them to come to me, to desire me so badly that they beg me to fuck them. And I will fuck them. "Hey Steph, need something?" I smirk to myself, continuing to count the yeast containers. "You know what I need," she answers, her voice dripping with desire. "I've been waiting patiently for too long." I turn to face her, cocking an eyebrow. "And what is that?" Thankfully, there are no cameras in here. Despite the cold, flames of desire lick at my skin, and my hard dick presses painfully against my slacks. "You said you wouldn't touch me while we worked together, but now we don't." She licks her lips, slowly zipping down my fly. I watch in anticipation as she kneels before me. Her eyes dilate as she sees my impressive size, but apparently up to the challenge, she pops the thick head into her mouth. "That's it, take all of me." She moans softly, sinking more of me into her hot, little mouth. I tangle my fingers in her hair, relishing in the dominance and control as I guide her head up and down my length. "Relax and open your throat for me," I demand. She obeys without hesitation, relaxing her tongue so I can slide all the way to the back of her throat. "That's it. Good girl." Tightening my grip on her scalp, I fuck her mouth with fast, hard thrusts. The sound of her gagging on my big cock turns me on even more. Snapping my hips hard two more times, I pull out, the wet pop muffled by the cold. I watch as she sputters and saliva rolls down her chin. She may need a little guidance, but I appreciate the effort she's putting in to please me. Good girls like this deserve to be rewarded. Glancing at the clock above the door, I swiftly yank her onto her feet. "Pull your pants down. The cleaning crew will be here in fifteen." She hurriedly yanks them down to her ankles along with a mint-green thong. My cock twitches as her perfect, brown ass jiggles in front of me. Fuck yes! I reach into my pocket, effortlessly slipping on a condom before I bend her over an empty shelf and slam into her sopping cunt. The chilly air surrounding us feels good on my hot, perspired skin as I fuck her with hard, fast strokes. She moans my name, throwing her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust. "Harder, Trey! Harder!" I grunt in response, propping my leg up on the shelf to reach deeper depths inside her. As I fuck her into oblivion, my breath grows harsher with each thrust. "Oh, fuck yes!" I close my eyes, reveling in the sound of my balls slapping against her ass as if it's a round of applause. I suppose I deserve it with the way I'm beating this pussy up. Her moans gradually turn into screams. I suddenly feel her legs begin to tremble, and I know she's seconds from shattering. "Cum for me. Now," I demand. She instantly obeys, screaming her release. Typically, I find that women don't orgasm from penetration alone, but here she is creaming all over my dick, gripping it like a vise. Damn, this is a good fuck worth remembering. Grunting as I find my own release, I pull off the condom and cum all over her ass. Then, I stuff my softening cock back into my pants. She finishes readjusting her outfit just in time for the cleaning crew to come barging in. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, but the two men don't speak a word of it. Like the gentleman I am, I hold the door open, allowing her to pass through first. Once we reach her car in the parking lot, she turns to me. "Thank you, that was amazing!" she says with a satisfied smile. A cocky smirk pulls at my lips. "No, thank you for sending me off with a bang." I didn't plan on fucking her tonight, but I'm glad I did. I had been aching to bury my cock in her for a while, and it was even better than I expected. She leans in for a kiss, but I swiftly dodge it, moving around her to open the left door. "Have a good night, Stephani." Hearing the dismissive tone in my voice, disappointment flickers across her pretty features. She sighs, "Have a good night, Trey." After making sure she leaves the parking lot safely, I stand in front of the restaurant I have been working at for four years, reminiscing about all the good times. As the "Marco's" sign on top of the building flickers off, it feels like it's symbolizing my journey here coming to an end. I've finally accomplished what I wanted and now it's time to head home and begin my next journey.Kiara I take her tiny hand in mine and lead her inside the house. When she sees Trey, she runs to him. "Grandpa, I missed you!" "VioletPie!" Trey responds with equal enthusiasm, scooping her up and swinging her up into his arms. I smile at the adorable interaction, my heart warming at the bond they share. I thought Trey couldn't get sexier as a chef, but watching him be a father and grandfather is everything. He is so kind and patient with kids, you'd never think he used to be a menace in high school. As I glance at the clock, I realize that TJ, his husband, and two daughters should arrive soon. Winston and his wife recently welcomed a baby, so we're giving them space to adjust to their new family dynamic. Candice and Cassie will probably be late, but they always show up eventually. As for Jeremiah, who now lives in Texas with his wife, we won't be seeing him today, but he'll most likely come down for Christmas. William peacefully passed away in his sleep five years ag
Kiara "Cupcake, they'll be here soon!" Trey's voice calls from downstairs where the delicious smell of food permeates the house. "Shit, I'm coming!" I shout back, quickly submitting my manuscript to my editor—the sixtieth and final book of my writing career. I decided that it's time I retire and enjoy some well-deserved adventures with my husband. Next week we're going to Hawaii for our thirtieth-year anniversary, and the idea of peace and relaxation fills me with excitement. As I walk through the hallway towards the stairs, I can't help but glance at the wall adorned with a collage of photos of our family. Trey and I have faced many obstacles together, but despite it all, we've achieved so much. What did Maggie used to call us? Oh yeah...a power couple. Yeah, I think we've lived up to that nickname. Each photo on the wall serves as a testament to our resilience and everlasting love that has carried us through every twist and turn of our journey together. My eyes
TreyThe remainder of the night unfolds beautifully. Following dinner, Kiara and I take to the dance floor for our first dance, swaying to "You Are The Reason" by Leona Lewis and Calum Scott. After we return to our seats, everyone starts running to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Magnolia peacefully sleeps in Kiara's arms as we watch them dance. I can't help but smile as a sense of contentment washes over me. The room is filled with laughter and smiles and infectious energy of people just reveling in the moment — exactly what I had hoped for. "Can I hold her?" Williams asks eagerly, reaching out for his granddaughter with a twinkle of adoration in his eyes. Kiara beams. "Of course. We're about to go dance anyway, right Trey?" I nod. She made sure there were multiple songs in our playlist that we could line dance to. After carefully passing Magnolia into his arms, ensuring not to disturb her sleep, Kiara seizes my hand. "Let's go, Candice!" she exclaims, her excitement
Trey "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the minister declares, his voice ringing through the chapel. We had planned to get married before our daughter was born, but at twenty eight-weeks pregnant, she tried to come early, and Kiara was put on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. It was a rough ass time for her, but of course, my amazing wife managed to get through it and successfully deliver our healthy nine-pound baby. For someone who didn't let her Mama eat much without throwing up, she sure weighed a lot. Hand in hand, surrounded by our family and guests, we stroll down the aisle, cheers mingling with the soft patter of rice raining down on us. With 'Lux Temptations' on the same block as the chapel, we decided that everyone would walk there together. Of course, It only made sense for us to have the reception at our restaurant, the best in Virginia. My staff volunteered their time and effort today to cater my wedding as l
Kiara I feign a pout at the command. "But I want to make the demands tonight." He smacks my ass as I move into position, causing me to giggle, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Chef." Trey's fingers softly graze over my skin, making me shiver in anticipation as he trails all the way from the nape of my neck to my pussy. Then, I feel him spit on my asshole, and I moan as I feel it drip down. He hums as if he's contemplating something. "Are you sure you can handle me fucking you hard tonight, Cupcake?" Always. "Yes, Sir," I whimper needily. He smacks my ass again. "What? I didn't hear you." "Yes, Sir!" I say louder. Hoping it makes him lose control, I wiggle my ass for him. Obviously it works because he grips my hips and impales me with his cock. He grabs my ponytail tightly, using it as a reign as he pounds into me. "H-Holy...holy...s-shitttt," I stammer, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he demolishes my pussy. There's something about pregnancy that makes sex so much more amazi
Kiara I needed this. His touch brings back the peace that was disrupted when we went to my parents house. I expected a bad reaction, but nowhere as explosive as my mom was. There's a chance she may not want to be in our lives after today, but honestly, I think I'm okay with that. I'm tired of trying to live up to her expectations just because the life she chose to live wasn't fulfilling to her. I won't make the same mistake. I know for certain that even if she doesn't show up for me and my daughter, I have people that will. Once we return downstairs, the aroma of pizza fills the air. William, Jeremiah, and Candice are sitting at the table, engaged in conversation and laughter. Candice waves us over with a smile. "Hey guys, we were just talking about a weekly game night or something, at least until you have the baby," she suggests enthusiastically. I smile. "I love that idea. What do you think?" I ask Trey. He smirks in response. "Hell yeah, but we're not playing S