Sugar cocked her head. “Well, that depends. What’s in it for me, exactly?”

Chef chuckled, his low, rumbly voice sending a shiver through her.

“Do you have somethin' in mind?”

“It wouldn’t be much fun if I told you, now would it? You’re a very intelligent, creative man. I’m sure you can think of something,” she teased.

“Hm,” Chef mused, pausing for a moment. “After the match, I’ll take you back to my place. I’ll crack open a beer for myself, uncork a bottle of wine for you, and we’ll drink and chat in the livin’ room. Then I’ll ask you to spend the night, and you’ll say yes,” he described, his baritone voice turning smoky with each word, making her pulse quicken. “We’ll head to my bedroom, and I’ll slowly peel off every stitch of clothin’ you have on, ‘cause I like to take my time. You can help me take mine off, or just lie back and watch while I undress. Either way, I’ll be thinkin’ how I’m the luckiest old dog alive to have a goddess like you in my bed. How does that sound so far, honey?”

Sugar exhaled shakily.

“It’s alright,” she breathed, her hand sliding down her body but stopping just below her belly button.

He chuckled, his tone thick with want. “Would it be alright if I joined you in bed next? If we took our time kissin’ and explorin’ each other’s bodies?”

“That’s fine,” she gulped, inching her hand closer to the hem of her oversized purple shirt.

A smile colored his voice. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do. I want to see and touch all of you, and I want you to see and touch all of me. And when I get to that sweet pussy between your thighs, I’m gonna eat you up until you cum on my tongue. Would you like that, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” she hummed, longing heavy in her voice, as she lifted her shirt and slipped her fingers into her panties. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brushed her fingers against her swollen clit.

“I want to taste you too,” she whispered, sinking two fingers into her pussy.

There was a pause. “Is that so?”

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her.

“Are you thinkin' about suckin’ my dick while you’re pleasin’ yourself right now, Sugar?”

Her fingers froze at his accurate guess, heat blooming in her cheeks as shame filled her. She couldn’t bring herself to answer.

“No need to be shy, baby. I’m not gonna judge,” Chef said, his voice husky. “Are you usin’ that toy you got for your birthday?”

“No,” she confessed.

“You should,” he encouraged, his tone dipping into something darker. “You work so hard, darlin’. You should treat yourself to a good orgasm. Shame I can’t be there to help... or to watch.”

Her breath hitched as she pulled her fingers out of her panties, reaching over to her nightstand and sliding open the drawer. Inside was the rabbit vibrator.

She grabbed it, tugging her orange panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor. She held the toy in her hand, studying it curiously as she brought her phone back to her ear. Her thumb found the power button, and when she pressed it, the toy buzzed wildly in her hand, shocking her.

She quickly shut it off.

“Test run?” Chef asked with a hint of amusement.

Sugar pursed her lips, mildly annoyed at how well he knew her.

Without a word, she settled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and gliding the silicone shaft up and down her slick slit. She could feel her juices coating the toy, making it slippery and warm. She slipped it into her, filling herself up.

The toy’s rabbit ears nestled perfectly against her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She gasped at the delicious sensation, her clit throbbing with need. She pressed the power button again and moaned much louder as the powerful vibrations coursed through her, making her pussy clench with desire.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her hips arching off the bed.

“That’s right, honey,” Chef encouraged in her ear. “Enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”

She thrust the toy in and out, her moans escaping freely while Chef continued: “You’ll be on top, ridin’ me. Bouncin’ on my dick, showin’ me exactly how you wanna fuck. You’ll set the pace, the rhythm, usin’ me until you cream all over my cock. Would you like that, Sugar?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her body tensing with need.

“I knew you would,” he said. “You always know what you want. You might not think you do, but you do. That’s what I love about you, honey. You and I are perfect for each other.”

She moaned in agreement, her hand working faster as her ‘deserved’ orgasm approached, the pleasure mounting with every thrust of the vibrating toy.

“I can hear how much you need me,” he rasped. “I know you’re achin’ for me to take care of you and fuck you like you need. I can give you everythin’ you need. I just want to make you happy, Sugar. The question is, will you let me?”

“Yes, I will,” she cried out, her voice desperate.

A mischievous edge crept into his voice. “And you’ll let me have complete control over how I’m goin’ to make you happy?”

“Yes, Miles, yes!” She was on the edge, so close to release. The pulses became too much to bear, but she wanted more.

She needed more.

She needed him.

Her desperate fingers danced on the toy’s buttons, searching for a vibrating rhythm that’d send her spiraling over the edge. When she found it, her hips lifted off the bed as she stroked the toy deeper into her. Pleasure mounted with every thrust.

“That’s it, honey,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Don’t hold back.”

His name came from her lips, tangled in a guttural moan as she came, her back bowing. She rode out her orgasm, rocking against the buzzing vibrator until she went weak.

She collapsed in bed, breathless.

“Oh, my god.” Aftershock quakes raked her body. She withdrew the toy and turned it off, dropping it beside her.

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