Chapter 99 The Hot New Caramel Chef (5)

• The kitchen was a haze of heat and desire, Kabelo’s lips hovering over mine, his caramel skin slick with sweat, his dark eyes burning into me. My black dress was suffocating, clinging to my curves, my breasts aching, my pussy throbbing in my soaked thong from his tongue on my fingers, his bites on my neck. His hands were on my lower back, pulling me close, his hard, thick dick—already free from his trousers and boxers—pressing against my thigh, hot and heavy, making my clit pulse. My dark curls stuck to my neck, my hazel eyes locked on his, my lips parted, still tasting the vanilla cream we’d shared in that filthy kiss. I wanted him, every inch, and the way his gaze devoured me said he was ready to give it.
• “Susan,” Kabelo murmured, his South African accent thick, his voice a low growl that made my pussy clench. “This dress has to go.” His hands slid to the hem, his fingers brushing my thighs, sending sparks through me. I nodded, breathless, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles. He tugged the dress up, slow and deliberate, peeling it over my hips, my waist, my breasts, until it was over my head and on the floor. My thong was next, his fingers hooking into the lace, pulling it down my thighs, leaving me completely naked, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, my pussy glistening in the soft kitchen light.
• He stepped back, his eyes raking over me, his smirk fading into something reverent, his dick twitching, hard and veined, glistening with precum. “Fuck, Susan,” he said, his voice rough, his hands flexing like he was fighting to stay in control. “Your body’s a fucking masterpiece. These curves, these tits, that ass—God, you’re perfect.” His gaze lingered on my medium-sized breasts, perky and full, then dropped to my round hips, my bare pussy, and I felt my cheeks burn, my pussy throbbing under his stare.