I'm
kinda sorta
back from the dead! Make sure you read Chapter 3 and catch up if you need to! I know the wait has been too long. Hope you enjoy it.
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I breathe in deeply as I wake up. The sun on my eyelids forces me to keep them closed as I stretch my arms, unless I want to be blind for the next fifteen minutes. I sit up, rub my eyes, and part them ever-so-slightly to peer around the bed. Allie is already up, the covers thrown over from where she was. Underneath her pillow is still warm, so she couldn't have gone far. I hop out of bed, my weighty package flopping down as I do. Surprisingly, I have no morning wood today.
Probably because of the way she drained me last night,
I think to myself. My balls are still a little sore. I walk next door to the bathroom, relieve myself, and go into the foyer. I don't bother to put anything on. Knowing me and Allie lately, it might just get taken off in a few minutes anyway. My nose wakes up all of a sudden and detects the sweet smell of bacon, and I follow the source of the draft into the kitchen.
Upon entering, my eyes gaze upon the finest sight a man could see: his woman, in the nude, cooking breakfast, complete with an apron. Allie's tight, callipygian ass bounces slightly as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. Her thigh gap reveals in spotlight her pert, puffy snatch. Her tiny pink doughnut of an asshole creates a gap in her butt cheeks, winking with her movements. As my eyes dance across her surfaces, I can't help but get a chubby. I follow my gaze upward, and watch the wonderful side boob peek from around her back before taking a look at Allie herself. Today she has her ass-length chocolate brown hair up in a large bun on top of her head, so she can cook without worrying about burning it. Allie's cute little ears and pierced, marble-sized earlobes are perched off each side of her head, stealthily observing the sounds of the room. She hums a tune of a song, slightly familiar yet unable to be placed, as she cooks.
Is this my life now? Do I get to live for millennia with this buxom brunette, bowing to my every whim and desire? I
definitely
would not be opposed to that proposition. I shake it off though; even being past nine, it's too damn early in the morning for me to think big.
Stealthily, I take position behind the island, watching her cook our breakfast buck-ass nude as I survey the kitchen. One large fridge stands next to a similar-sized freezer off in the front-right corner, visible as you walk in. Double ovens with a microwave in between them stand in the middle of cabinets on the left wall. The ovens are stainless steel finished, and the cabinetry is an aquamarine blue. Light gray, heated tile arm the floors. The counter tops are black granite, speckled with splotches and strands of copper and cobalt-colored veins throughout. Two windows off either side of the dual sink provide ample natural lighting. The stove top Allie is working with is toward the back of the kitchen. Many drawers for storing kitchen tools and implements are underneath the counter tops, adding storage fit for a royal chef. Over the island is a wine cabinet, complete with several ornate crystal glasses. Many fine selections of red and white wines are shown off in the rack. A few pans also hang from the overhead cabinet.
After looking over the kitchen thoroughly, I watch as Allie finishes up her bacon. Taking them out of the pan and setting them on a bed of paper towels she had out preemptively, she pats each piece and plates the batch, finally turning around to set it on the island when she notices my voyeurism.
"Good morning, perv," she teases, cracking a pearly smile.
"Hard not to stare when the girl of your wet dreams is cooking naked," I retort playfully.
"Well I would go put some clothes on, but I don't want to miss out on any... opportunities." She bites her bottom lip and glances at my body before continuing on her cooking. I glance again at her ass, which she then shakes for my amusement, and I briefly consider tapping it then and there before I take a piece of maple sugar bacon off the plate and munch into it: perfectly cooked and super sweet.
"I figured you'd be a great cook," I say through a mouthful before smiling at her.
"Well, I am the woman of your
every
desire."
"
Well
, don't get a big
head
about it," I retort playfully. Allie giggles.
She sets her dishes in the sink and grabs a bag of croissants from the pantry (which has been magically stocked, of course). She takes out two, puts a slice of American cheese on each, and toasts them. Allie then puts a folded egg on each, and before handing me mine, piles the maple sugar bacon high.
I reach over the island and give a quick kiss.
"Thank you, babe; this looks wonderful."
She blushes. "I try," she says coyly.
I bite into my croissant. My mouth explodes with flavor and saliva. I shovel in a second bite before I proclaim my love with this sandwich. With food still in my mouth, I attempt to speak.
"This ish the besht shandwish I've evehr had!" I gobble in a third bite, my cheeks puffing out like a squirrel in fall.
After swallowing her bite of her own, she laughs out loud at my display.
I shrug and continue demolishing my sandwich, licking my fingers after a bite.
"Need a drink?" Allie snaps her fingers and two iced coffees appear in front of us. My eyebrows shoot up and I reach for mine. Taking a sip, I taste exactly what I expected my perfect coffee to be. Nothing like eating the perfect breakfast in stark freedom.
"Is this cold brew or French press?" I ponder to Allie in-between bites.
"Yes."
I shoot her a glance and a raised eyebrow, silently begging for an explanation.
"It's cold brew, but steeped in a French press for twelve hours in the fridge, if you
must
know," she explains, rolling her eyes as she wipes her mouth on a napkin.
"Impressive! You never cease to amaze me, Allie," I proclaim.
I feel her glow with glee from across the island.
We finish breakfast and clean up. Allie is putting her last few dishes in the sink when I take the initiative and slide my hand under her supple derrière, kissing her neck. She leans into my advance and sticks out her ass farther for my fondling. I counter by putting my thumb on her asshole and two fingers in her pussy. I grind my hand up and down, slowly, applying pressure on her g-spot and pressing into her perineum with my knuckles. Allie moans deeply and presses against my hand, grinding against it to further her sensations. Her quim is soaking wet, so much that it drips and drools onto the heated tile beneath us. I use my free hand to grope her tits, taking one of her 28-G melons and palming it firmly before pinching her diamond-hard, pencil-thick nipple. I begin to suckle on her neck, my goal to leave her a damn good hickey to show off when we go out. Her breathing is husky and impatient, desperately wanting real penetration.
I pull my fingers out of her drenched pussy and shove them into her ass; she clenches around me in response, my teases coaxing another low moan out of her. I begin to finger fuck her ass as I pull her lips toward mine to kiss her. At this rate, my ten-inch rod is harder than steel and bobbing in the air with a suddenly bloated sack hanging low beneath it. Allie takes my member into her skilled hands, stroking me lightly to egg me on while we make out. I pick up the pace of my finger fucking, using three and rotating my wrist when I thrust in. She moans into my lips before thrusting her tongue into my mouth. We begin to tongue-kiss while we play with each other. After ten minutes or so, we finally break our union with heavy breaths.
My dick is soaked in my precum, as are her hands. My right hand, however, is covered in her juices, and after she licks her digits clean, I put mine against her lips. She takes them into her hot, wet mouth, suckling gently as her tongue dances around my appendages. Allie moans around my fingers from her taste combining with mine. She smacks her lips as she finishes.
"Damn, I taste good."
She pulls free of my embrace and runs out of the kitchen and onto the balcony in her fully naked glory, a wet trail blazing her path on the floor. I follow suit, dodging puddles of fem-lube to avoid busting my ass, pushing the door to the balcony open with ease. The morning air is cool, clean, and crisp, and the sunlight kisses our skin with warmth. I find Allie sitting down on a barstool, leaning over the bar itself as she spreads her legs. Her holes wink at me, and I watch her juices drip from her snatch. She flips her hair over her shoulder before looking back at me with a slutty look in her eyes. She bites her bottom lip.
Fuck me hard, Alex.
She radiates her lust towards me, letting me feel how ready she is.
With pleasure, my love.
I begin by striding up to her and taking her asscheeks into my hands. I give them a few good slaps, putting a slight rosy blush on them while sliding my dick into her crack. I grind my dick against her plump asshole, reaching over to suckle her neck again. She gasps and moans deeply from my efforts. I reach down to her liberally leaking quim and gather a handful of pussy lube before spreading it onto my thick dick. I think about ass fucking her again, but I decide I want another piece of her. I take my dick in one hand and drag the tip down her vulva, hitting her clit as I go. My other hand reaches up and grabs a nipple, pinching and twisting it with pressure.
More sexy noises come from Allie, who can't control her body's responses. Her breathing is fast and husky; she is barely holding on, and I haven't even stuck my dick in her yet. The breeze blows, and her hair flies across her back. I gather it up in the hand that was pinching her tit before I pull her head back. Deciding it's time, I ram my dick all the way into her, hitting her cervix in one thrust.
Allie clenches and squelches around my dick like a vice. She cries out in orgasmic bliss before utterly drenching my balls with her girl cum. It splatters across the hardwood deck, staining it dark with fluid. I gingerly pull outward, watching her tight lips drag on my dick before making a pace out of my thrusts.
Bad girl, you've made a mess,
