Anna had a sweet tooth and decided to try her hand at making homemade cookies. Wearing a cute apron, she mixed butter and sugar with a smile. Jeff entered, and a dark cloud came upon her shoulders, dampening her good mood.
"Damn, you're cooking again?" Jeff chuckled, "Do you cook this much when I am not home?"
Anna huffed a frustrated breath.
"Are you still mad at me?" He sadly asked, rubbing her back, "I'm sorry, baby girl."
Anna removed her earphones and waved her hand for him to leave. He was persistent but backed up. Leaning on the counter, he watched her add chocolate, nuts, and coconut flakes to a small bowl.
"I can have some, right?"
"You don't like cookies."
"I love your cookie," he winked.
"You've got to stop."
"How am I supposed to Do that?" Jeff tapped his fingers on the counter, watching her watch each digit flutter, "My body reacts to you. Even my fingers want to be playing with-"
"Jeff, go," she whined.
Anna struggled to stir the dough, and he took it upon himself to help. Grabbing the bowl, he stirred the hard ingredients into a ball. Her eyes scanned his task with scrutiny.
"Not so fast."
"I know how to make cookies," Jeff smiled at her bare face, "My little sous chef."
Anna averted her eyes and stepped back to get a pan. Her large eyes focused on his face as he formed the dough into a ball. This would have been a fun activity had she not been so upset.
Jeff placed a large slab of dough on the pan.
"That one is mine, don't try to steal it."
"I won't," she giggled, forming the others in a line.
"How long do they take to cook?"
"Eight minutes."
Jeff lowered his gaze, "Do you know what I could do in 8 minutes."
Anna shifted nervously from his lusty state. Suddenly, he knelt before her. He grabbed her waist and led her to the dinner table, positioning her over a chair. He plopped down with kisses to her neck, then shoulders. She lifted her head as his tongue slithered over her tummy to her waistband.
Jeff pulled at her shorts, roughly sending them to the floor, "I think I can eat your cookie before they finish cooking. Eight minutes," he reminded, enjoying the view of her pale pink panties, "Did you set a timer?"
Out of breath, Anna nodded, taking a glance at the clock. She didn't care about cookies as his finger rolled over her panties, dampening the seam. Jeff pulled back the fabric and took in her smooth box.
"You decided to shave for Daddy?" His warm breath came along with tongue etched along her pussy lips, shining a light on her sexual cravings.
"Hm, oh my. Uhm."
Anna wilted when his eyes scoped her face. Wanting to hide, she tilted her head down and watched his long tongue flick against the fabric. His primal growl gave her chills, and he set in for his untimely feast.
"Hmm, Hold them back for me, baby," he urged, lowering to lick her sticky pussy lips, "Feed Me, baby."
"Oh, yes," Anna grabbed her thighs, lifting them up and out.
Jeff looked amazing with his nose buried in her plump mound. She pulled at his thick hair and humped, wanting to decorate his hairy face with her cookie butter.
"Ah, Oh, oh," Anna gasped from his sharp tongue.
"Cum for me, baby," Jeff kissed her pink clitoris, sliding his tongue against her buttery lips. Pushing her thigh further back, he hunched, savoring her sweet snatch.
Anna looked at the four-minute time difference and felt her nature succumbing to his tongue flicks. She loved having her pussy licked and had no intention of fighting it.
"Ah, my gosh," she purred, grabbing his large hand, "Ah-ha."
Jeff confirmed his skill set with another deep slurp that took her to a spasm. She muttered a few praises before her thighs twitched and closed around his head.
Anna placed her hand on her heart and took a moment to find her footing. Grabbing her nape, he lifted and caught her lips in a kiss. She fluttered her lips with thoughts of riding his fat cock for the next 5 minutes.
"Do you feel better, baby?" Jeff rubbed her cheek.
Having forgotten her bitterness, Anna nodded.
Jeff stood to his feet with amusement and checked the cookies which had no starts of heating on the pan. He turned on the stove. He had cut it off in case he couldn't fulfill his promise.
"When they get done. I want one."
Anna straightened her apron and got back into her hobby. Her stay in the kitchen was long. She was in her element, cooking desserts and had started on dinner. The urge came from not having much food as a child. It was peace not to want anything, but came at a cost.
Jeff returned shirtless and looked around the kitchen, "Where's my cookie?"
Proudly, Anna opened a box and presented them to him, "I think that one, right there, is yours," she pointed with a smile.
Jeff ate the cookie whole and nodded in approval, "Very Good."
Anna failed to hold in her excitement, "Really?"
"Can I have more of that?" His arched brow emphasized his needs.
Anna blushed, brushing her hair to the side, "Can we cuddle?"
Jeff shrugged, "Maybe. Can I come in your throat?"
Anna chewed her lip, "Maybe?"
"I like Maybies. They are better than No's," Jeff cupped her chin, pulling her closer, "Come on, let's turn that Maybe into a yes, Daddy."
"Ow!" Anna gasped when his fingers pressed against her nape.
"You're going to have to earn these damn cuddles," he said, dragging her to the couch
Jeff sat down, pulling her at his side. He was being too rough, but she kept quiet. She sat up when he laid back and grabbed her ankles.
"Come on and feed me. Daddy needs to taste you."
Her head flew back, and tingles spread up her spine. Trying to appear seductive, she ground against his face. Her thighs clenched around his hairy jaws, and he fought for air.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she giggled.
Jeff held her hips and wandered deeper as her cream collected in a hot mist against his beard. Her taste was addictive, and he needed more. His arm draped across her waist, making it impossible to fight the inevitable warmth. Anna raised, spreading her leg out as her hips popped, delivering delicious pleasure that fueled her whimpers.
Anna slumped down, shivering from the powerful orgasm. Jeff grabbed her hard and nudged her down. Grabbing her nape, he slipped his sticky tongue into her mouth. Deeply she kissed him, grinding her pussy against his stomach.
"Ride me," he whispered.
"No, I look gross."
"Shitting me, you're fucking adorable, baby."
Jeff posed her, raising her short leg. He slowly stroked up, pressing his palms into her hips to bring her down. Anna slumped. His beard tickled her neck, and she pushed back for a deeper feel.
