Rose walked through the narrow side alley, clutching the heavy lunch bag tightly to her chest. She reached the door and let herself in, her heart fluttering with a mix of nervous anticipation and raw desire.
Without wasting another second, she headed straight for the kitchen and put the lunch bag on the counter top. Then she opened it and set the plastic containers down on the granite.
She pushed two of the boxes aside and opened the remaining two. Reaching into the cupboard, she grabbed a couple of empty ceramic plates and carefully shifted the food from the two boxes and into the two plates.
She then carried them to the dining table, one by one and arranged them neatly. As she finished setting the table, she heard heavy footsteps getting closer.
But before she could turn around, two powerful arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her close. The strong, muscular hands quickly slid upwards, caressing her breasts over the fabric of her shirt.
Rose let out a soft, involuntary moan, her back arching against his chest. A cheerful smile spread across her lips as she turned in his embrace and looked up at him.
Nic was an image of raw, masculine appeal. He had just stepped out of the shower, droplets of water still glistened in his dark hair, and he smelled of shampoo mixed with the intoxicating scent of his own natural musk.
He was shirtless, leaving his impressive physique on full display. An intricate tattoo sprawled across his broad chest and down his torso, accentuating the hard lines of his muscles.
His black jeans were hanging dangerously low on his hips, teasing a glimpse of the dark, coarse pubic hair and the heavy bulge of his cock resting beneath.
Rose felt a sudden, sharp throb between her legs, her pussy beginning to dampen as she gazed at the tattooed man holding her.
She quickly composed herself and raised a hand towards the dining table behind her.
"I made b-breakfast... for you," she said, her voice soft and hopeful. "W-Will you eat and t-tell me how it tastes?"
Nic didn't look at the food. His gaze was locked on Rose, dangerous and hungry for something else.
"I'd rather taste you first." he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating growl,
Before she could react, he crashed his lips onto hers. He sucked on her lower lip with a bruising force and bit her lip just hard enough to make her gasp, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth.
Rose whimpered into the kiss, her hands clenched into fists against his chest as her body melted in his arms.
Nic's hand slid down, grabbing a handful of her ass while his other hand unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. It pressed firmly against her stomach, reminding her of what was to come.
He shifted his stance, intending to turn her around and take her right there but Rose struggled.
"Wait!" She gasped, breaking the kiss, her breath coming in ragged pants. She looked at the steaming food and then back at him, her expression pleading. "Could you... eat first? I spent a lot of time making it."
Nic groaned, a sound of genuine annoyance. He looked at the breakfast served on the table and then at the woman trembling in his arms.
"Please... It'll get cold." she begged, her big blue eyes shivering with affection and anxiety.
"Fine." he muttered, his voice thick with suppressed desire. " But I'm not waiting."
-•-•-
A minute later.
Nic sat alone at the dining table, looking at the two neatly arranged plates, each holding a different dish. Picking up his fork, he took a bite of the first dish, chewing slowly.
"It is good..." he murmured to the otherwise empty room.
He took another bite and reached for the second plate. He scooped up a mouthful and tasted it, his eyebrows lifted slightly as he considered the flavor.
"It could be a little bit more spicy..." he said thoughtfully and went for another bite anyway. "...But I like it."
He hadn't expected much when Rose mentioned she had cooked breakfast for him. If anything, he assumed it would be an earnest but clumsy attempt.
Instead, he found himself pleasantly surprised.
Meanwhile...
Under the table, a different kind of feast was taking place.
Rose was on her knees, nestled tightly between Nic's thighs. He had his pants open, with her face was just inches away from his massive, erect cock. She looked at it with eager excitement before she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head of his monster.
She slid down on him slowly, her throat opening up to take the thickness. As Nic took another bite of the food, Rose pushed further, taking his full length deep into her mouth.
Soon, the quiet house was filled with the clink of silverware against porcelain and the rhythmic, wet sloshing sounds of Rose's mouth over his cock.
Nic let out a low, guttural moan between bites, his hand reaching down to grip the back of her head and guiding her. He chewed slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, tight throat squeezing him and the delicious food.
Rose was in her own world of sensory overload. The smell of the food wafted above her, but all she could taste was the salty, musky flavor of Nic. She was drenched; her pussy was dripping through the fabric of her panties with her own juices.
As she continued to suck and swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, she reached down with one hand, rubbing her clit through the damp lace of her underwear.
She moaned softly around him, the vibration of her voice traveling through his cock, and her own body shaking with the need to be filled.
-•-•-•-
Twenty minutes later.
Nic leaned back in his chair, swallowing the last bites of his breakfast as he focused on the sensation of Rose's mouth working tirelessly beneath the table. The hunger in his stomach had been replaced by a primal urge to empty himself deep inside her.
Without a word of warning, Nic reached down, his large hand clamping firmly around the back of Rose's head. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he drove his thick, throbbing cock forward, slamming it deep into the back of her throat.
Rose's eyes widened as the massive head of his cock slammed against her uvula. It caused a gag reflex and her throat constricted instinctively as her body pushed back against the intrusion. But Nic held her in place, refusing to let her break free.
She let out a muffled, wet whimper, her nose pressed against the curls of his pubic hair as he continued to hammer into her, treating her mouth like a fleshlight.
Desperate for stability, Rose placed her hands on his knees, bracing herself against the onslaught. Each thrust was fierce, driving her head further and forcing her to take every inch of him.
In the midst of the relentless pounding, a sharp, distinct pop echoed in her ears, accompanied by a sudden pang of pressure. She felt her jaw dislocate, the joint sliding out of place under the force of his aggression.
But, the expected agony didn't come. Perhaps it was the surge of hormones flooding her system, or the sheer, intoxicating arousal of being used so ruthlessly, but the pain was minimal.
Or perhaps, her body had simply become conditioned to his brutality.
But the lack of pain made her more bold. While her mouth was occupied with his cock, she slid her hand between her thighs, her fingers finding her swollen clit.
She began to rub herself frantically, the friction of her own touch syncing with the rhythmic thud of Nic's cock hitting the back of her throat.
Nic groaned, his breath heavy as he felt the tightness of her throat squeezing his cock. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more erratic.
A few minutes later, Rose felt the change. His cock began to throb and pulse violently within her mouth, the veins bulging against her tongue.
She knew the signs. She relaxed her body and opened her throat as wide as she could, bracing herself to receive him.
Nic finally hit his limit. With a guttural growl, he lunged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
He exploded inside her, his body shuddering as he spewed thick, hot ropes of cum straight down her throat. The force of the orgasm sent the semen deep into her stomach, the salty, viscous fluid sliding down her throat in heavy waves.
As the intensity of the orgasm subsided, Nic slowly pulled his cock out just a few inches, leaving the tip resting on her tongue.
Rose kept her mouth sealed and began to swallow the last lingering ropes of cum, determined not to let a single drop spill.