Adele~I dug a finger into the topping I'd whisked, about to taste it, or was that the reason? Only my lecherous mind knew. Or maybe Detroit too, because just as it reached my lips, about to open my mouth, he stopped me and brought the finger to his own lips, eyes locking mine in place. When his lips parted and my finger entered his warm, wet mouth that had already tasted me earlier, a shiver went straight through my spine. His tongue swept over the tip, slow and deliberate, as if savoring both the sweetness of the cream and the hint of my own taste lingering on my skin.My knees almost buckled when he closed his lips around my finger, slowing thrusting it in and out of his mouth, while his tongue flicked or wrapped around it and my little brain short-circuited for a moment. . I wasn’t sure if it was the tea still roaring through my veins or simply him, but my chest rose and fell faster, and every brush of his tongue sent another molten wave rolling through me.Detroit didn’t look a
Adele~“Your reward,” he whispered. Then, his gliding fingers sank into my soft, wet, pussy one at a time and I cried out. “Detroit—” His name came out as a plea, my voice breathless, desperate.“Shh.” His other hand came to my face, two fingers stinking into my mouth as I threw my head back, my nails scraping against the marble as my body clenched around him, my inner walls fluttering helplessly. He fucked me slowly, finger thrusting in and out like a poke, slow and deep, his palm grinding against my clit with every upward stroke, his other hand trailed down my neck, my cleavage and rested on my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me whimper.“You like that?” His voice was a dark purr in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Waist grinding against my behind. “Like being fingered in the kitchen while dinner burns?”My face burned hot, but my inside was hotter. I wasn't getting enough. My hips began rolling in time with his strokes, my pussy clenching a
Adele~My breath hitched as Detroit's hand tightened possessively on my waist, pressing me forward against the cold marble countertop. The chicken was still thawing in the sink, the faint trickle of water doing nothing to distract me from the way his fingers trailed down, grazing the curve of my hip before gripping my ass firmly again.“I—I’m supposed to wash and chop vegetables next,” I stammered, my voice barely steady. “Carrots, celery, onions. For the soup base.”“Sounds like a good start.” He grunted in my ear, “Let me help.” Without warning, his hand slipped beneath the hem of my blouse, sliding up the side of my waist, fingertips tracing teasing patterns over my skin.The heat pooling between my legs flared instantly. My pulse thundered as I bent my head, trying to focus on the pile of fresh vegetables before me. I washed them and grabbed a carrot and a peeler, peeling it slowly, but my hands wouldn't stop trembling.I swear to God, this man is something and I love…no, I'm obs
Adele~Five course meal, I promised. The ingredients were ready, but why couldn't I begin cooking? We've just gotten home and I didn't feel so good. It must have been the tea I had. I observed Silver, who had gone to the balcony, the child looked fine. She drank her own tea in the car too. As for Detroit's potion, well, blame my greed – I drank it when he didn't want to, and now, I felt like I was walking on clouds. Not just that, I was burning up inside, and I could feel my heartbeat pounding in places it had no business pounding. My cheeks were warm, my palms clammy, and every time Detroit walked past me, the heat flared like someone had lit a match in my bloodstream.I pressed a hand to my stomach and leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath. “Okay… maybe it was just very strong tea,” I muttered to myself, though it felt less like tea and more like someone had slipped a libido booster or aphrodisiac in there.Detroit stepped into the kitchen, loosening his cu
Adele~ Wherever we walked through, whoever we walked by turned to give us more than a second look. Some audibly gasped, others purred, and many couldn't even keep their admiration hidden. “They're so beautiful,” I overheard one woman whisper to her friend as we passed the spice stall. “Look at that child, she's so cute I want to snatch her. Aww.” “The mother is beautiful as well. She reminds me of Adele Ford. Her husband clearly treats her right. Look at how glowing her skin is.” “Oh my God, that's true! Sue does resemble Adele Ford a lot!” I pretended not to have heard them as we continued shopping. Silver gave me a knowing look and smiled, her meaning was clear: ‘leave them confused and guessing.’ “Wow, the husband looks like a greek god in a magazine cover,” another murmured, eyes following Detroit like he was a runway model disguised as a produce shopper. Detroit didn’t react, of course, just kept that perfectly composed, mildly irritated expression, the kind that probabl
Adele~ “Really,” I nodded. “She was so proud she personally introduced me to her friend, an art professor in the university, so I could start learning more techniques ahead of time. She told me my future would be bright as long as I didn’t slack off.” I sighed, the nostalgia mixing with something bittersweet. “And for a long time, I believed her. I worked like crazy, practicing every day, dreaming about launching my own fashion brand. I thought nothing could stop me.” Silver was watching me now with that quiet, attentive gaze kids have when they’re storing something away for later – like maybe she understood this wasn’t just a story about art, but about not letting life pull you away from the things you love. I leaned toward her with a little grin. “So you see, genius astrophysicist or not, you should never ignore what makes you genuinely happy. You never know when someone will see your work and want to hang it up for the world to admire.” “So, my dearest Little Silver,” I said w