My Hot Chef Pleases Me 3.

Tanesha's POV.

I swallowed hard, and my heart started racing.

My grip on the can grew shaky so I dropped it down, my body turning stiff against his.

“I–You don't have to worry. I got this,” I replied, my voice sounding weak.

“Alright Madame,” he murmured, his body still standing behind mine.

All I could feel was his bulge, and yet I found it difficult to focus. My mind raced as I picked up the knife. Just then, his stiffness became even more noticeable, almost like he was pressing himself against me.

I bit hard on my lips, picking a portion of raw beef that I was meant to slice. Heat pooled in my lower belly, my thighs spasming with slick as I felt his thickness behind me.

I didn't realize when I started rubbing myself against him. A low groan escaped his lips, “Ah…Madame.. you're going to make me cum in my pants.”

All my senses became hyper aware of the bump in between my folds.

It throbbed incessantly, as I continued rolling my ass around his cock. He caught the grip of my waist, pressing me harder against his cock.

“Mhmm…feels…feels…so fucking good,” I whimpered, loving the way his hand gripped my waist.

“Madame, can I slip it in? I'll be gentle,” Cain inquired, his shallow breaths echoing through my ears.

I nodded a little too quickly, my body already growing weak from the sensations of the dry hump. Cain quickly slid my dress upwards, leaving it at my waist.

His fingers caught the grip of my ass cheeks, and he squeezed the two together, parting them and rubbing himself against my asshole.

My cunt dripped onto my panties and I doubled over the kitchen island, my eyes snapping shut in anticipation of his next move.

Cain's fingers slid under my panties and he carefully shifted it to the side, gliding his tip up and down my folds.

“Ohh–Cain!” I cried, pushing my ass backwards in search of his crown.

When he slipped himself into me, a juicy moan tore through my throat. I stretched around him tightly, my inner walls burning like they were on fire.

“Fuck…oh my God, hmm,” I muttered, widening my legs to give him more depth.

He soon found his pace, and he began thrusting himself into me. My ass cheeks slammed against his sacs one too many times as we both chased pleasure.

“Hmm, ahh, so tight,” he groaned.

My boobs rose and fell in my blouse, my nipples constantly rubbing against the fabric of my bra. My fingers itched to touch my nipples, but Cain's thrusts were too deep to want to move.

“Uhnn…just like that,” I chanted, loving the way his cock curled inside me.

My breaths grew shorter, my eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the thickness pushing back and forth into me. I soon felt a cold hand press against my clit,the feeling had me gasping without a care in the world.

“Cain…ahh…please rub it faster. Don't you dare let go,” I demanded, loving the way his finger flicked over my clit.

Heat burned my skin, making me itch everywhere. My hands held onto the island for support, the sloppy sounds of Cain's sweet thrusts echoing through the space.

“Turn around Madame, and look at who's fucking your sweet cunt,” Cain ordered,his hand now pulling at my hair.

My core dripped with more juice from his orders, I bit hard on my lips as I turned back. My eyes landed on his gorgeous face and he winked at me, making my heart spike with excitement.

“I may be a chef, but your cunt is all I want to eat Madame,” he grunted, giving me one hard thrust.

“Shittt,” I moaned as my body dropped onto the island, my entire skin racing with unexplainable pleasure.

“Yes…that's my sweet slutty Madame.” His sultry tone rang in my ears, making me shudder with need.

This right here was why it was so hard to stay away.

He knew how to be dirty, how to make me crave him, how to make me go crazy for him. Oh how I wish that Don was just like this.

Just then, Cain's thrusts slowed. But that wasn't what I needed. I needed it fast. I needed it rough.

“Why'd you stop?” I asked breathily.

“Beg for this cock,” Cain ordered, going still with his cock still inside me.

The words formed in my throat faster than expected, “Please…”

“Words and actions Madame,” he reminded me.

My cheeks burned as I wiggled my ass around his cock, trying to fight my moan so I could still speak.

“Please chef, fuck me,” I begged, my ass still moving from side to side on his cock.

“As you wish, dirty Madame.”

And with that, I felt his hands grab onto either of my ass cheeks, he kept them apart from each other as he resumed his thrusts. Every stroke pushed me closer to the edge, making my eyes water at how good he was fucking me.

“Who fucks you hard and good?” Cain asked, his hips still slamming against mine aggressively.

“You–You do,” I choke out the words, my voice sounding strained.

Cain’s thrusting increased, double the normal. This time, I could feel my insides aching as the rush of sweetness gradually aimed for my cunt.

“Faster…faster, I'm–I’m-”

Before the words could escape my lips, the sweetness crashed into my folds and my body collapsed onto the island. My body trembled violently, my hips still rocking his cock as I waited for his last few strokes.

My breaths came out in short bursts, my veins throbbing with heat. This felt like heaven.

Fuck.

As I relished in the euphoria of a good orgasm, he pulled out of me, though his body still hovered over me.

He gently stroked my back, peppering kisses on the shell of my ear.

This was the best orgasm Cain had ever given me, and a part of me knew that I would never get used to his sweet, thick cock.