Mmm… something smells good.
Veronica is cooking meatloaf, and that can only mean one thing: it's Sunday, so Veronica doesn't work and we can spend the whole day together.
She's a woman with plenty of great qualities, but cooking isn't one of them. Though, she doesn't get much free time to improve.
After all, she's the director of the U.S. branch of Seiryu Biotech — a Japanese pharmaceutical giant with research centers all over the world. That job eats up a ridiculous amount of her time, but I'd say the money more than makes up for it — yeah, in case it wasn't obvious, that woman is filthy rich.
That's why we have a housekeeper, Mrs. Morales, who handles everything — including cooking for me during the week.
And yet, for some reason, Veronica's meatloaf always turns out amazing, and since she insists on cooking whenever we have a day together, she always makes the one dish she's good at.
But honestly, when she's wearing that apron that's completely open in the back, with nothing but a thin red thong underneath, she could cook anything and I'd eat it without hesitation.
«My little Jacey,» — that's the nickname she uses when we're alone — «how about we go out for dinner tonight at that rest—»
But she cuts herself off the instant she feels my hands grabbing her breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading them hard.
God, those tits are the eighth wonder of the world. So firm, so huge — I could stay glued to her all day.
«J-Jacey… g-give me a second, I'm still cooking…»
Her mouth tells me to stop, but her body is begging for more.
She pushes her hips back just a little — her marble-hard ass grinding against my equally marble-hard dick.
I lick her neck from her shoulder blade all the way up to her ear, then gently nibble her earlobe — a move that always drives her crazy, and then...
«Ah!»
A sharp gasp escapes her lips — she just cut the tip of her finger with the big kitchen knife while chopping vegetables.
Blood — the cherry on top of this perfect Sunday morning.
And she knows it — she knows her blood triggers something in me, makes me lose control completely, wipes out every last inhibition.
She does it on purpose when she presses her finger against my mouth, letting the tiny cut drip onto my tongue, flooding my palate with that intoxicating sweetness.
I yank her thong down in one quick motion, letting it slide to the floor around her bare feet. She bends forward with her back arched, her tongue hanging from her parted lips — panting, moaning, screaming my name as her nails dig into my thighs and she pulls me toward her, letting every inch of my cock slide into her hot, soaked pussy.
It's in moments like this that I thank every deity for making Veronica choose me that cold December morning.
She once told me she had always wanted a child, but her job left no room for a relationship.
Raising a newborn on her own wasn't an option, so she adopted one who was already ten. And in a way, you could say I ended up solving both her problems: the desire for a son and the desire for a lover.
«J-Jacey… today you're… you're even more passionate than usual… God, you're driving me crazy!» she screams.
And no, we don't live in some isolated villa in the middle of nowhere, but in a loft in one of the most luxurious skyscrapers in all of Midtown Manhattan, and I'm pretty damn sure the soundproofing isn't enough to hide her sharp moans and wild screams of pleasure.
But i don't give a fuck.
People can gossip all they want, accuse us of bullshit like incest or abuse — nothing will ever stop me from fucking her every single time we get the chance, and she feels exactly the same.
We even talked about it once, but Veronica was clear about it: «This is my house, and I fuck when, how, and especially with whom I want! If some unsatisfied woman or jealous man can't stand the fact that you make me scream that hard, that's their problem — not mine!»
«Jacey…! Jacey…! Come inside me, Jacey…! I want it all… I want all of it inside me…!»
Instinctively, my fingers tighten around her hips. My cock slams into her harder, faster, until my orgasm explodes inside her at the exact same moment her warm juices run down her thighs, mixing with mine after one last, prolonged scream of pure pleasure.
My thick cum drips slowly down her trembling legs.
She turns toward me — her tongue slides into my mouth, and mine into hers, twisting and curling together while my still-hard dick presses firmly between her thighs.
«Looks like someone isn't finished yet…» Veronica whispers with a mischievous smile, gripping my still-pulsing erection.
«Finished? Oh, please — we haven't even started.»