Clarice walked to the kitchen with slow steps; every movement calculated to capture Nolan's attention.
She picked up an apron hanging on the kitchen door and tied it carefully around her waist. The snug fabric highlighted her wide hips and slender waist, and Nolan couldn't help but fix his gaze on her as she moved around the kitchen.
Soon, Clarice began preparing the ingredients, but from time to time, she glanced at Nolan over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mix of provocation and amusement.
Any time she needed to reach for something in the upper cabinet, she stretched deliberately, letting her tight dress ride up a little higher, revealing more of her toned legs.
Nolan, sitting at the table, couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Need any help?" he asked, his voice a little hoarser than usual.
Clarice shook her head, a mischievous smile on her lips. "No, no, just relax and let me take care of everything."
She continued to cook, but now with even more theatricality. When she needed to stir a pot on the stove, she leaned slightly forward, giving Nolan a privileged view of her cleavage.
At one point, she picked up a wooden spoon and tasted the sauce she was preparing, closing her eyes and letting out a faint moan of satisfaction.
"Ahnn, it's perfect," she murmured, as if talking to herself, but knowing very well that Nolan was listening.
After all this teasing, Nolan couldn't stay still any longer.
He stood up and approached her, placing his hands on her waist and gently pulling her back until her ass was pressed against his cock. "You're distracting me," he whispered in her ear, his voice laden with desire.
Clarice chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I'm just cooking," she replied, feigning innocence, but knowing very well the effect she was having.
"Cooking has never been so sensual," Nolan replied, his lips almost touching the nape of her neck.
Clarice turned slowly, coming face to face with him. "Then perhaps you should help me," she suggested, handing him the wooden spoon. "Taste the sauce and tell me what you think."
Nolan obeyed, tasting the sauce, but his eyes never left hers. "Delicious," he said, but he wasn't talking about the food.
Clarice smiled, knowing she had completely captured his attention. However, she just continued cooking while exchanging flirtatious words with Nolan.
And once the food was ready, the two sat down to eat. For a while, all the man talked about was Clarice's cooking. She was indeed very good in the kitchen.
The numerous compliments left the woman embarrassed, but she also couldn't contain the small smile forming on her lips.
For some time, they talked normally, getting to know each other better.
After they finished eating, they got up to clear the plate, and before either of them even realized how it happened, their lips met.
Nolan pulled the woman closer, pressing her curvaceous body against his.
Clarice felt like time stopped the moment their lips met.
She felt Nolan's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her impossibly closer, as if he wanted to erase every inch of space between them.
His kiss was perfect; he knew exactly when to be forceful and when to be gentle. And the best part was that he didn't neglect her body. She couldn't contain her moans as he began kissing her neck.
Clarice felt the warmth of his mouth moving against hers, sending shivers down her spine. And his fingers gently tangled in her hair, tilting her head just enough so they could return to an even better kiss.
Undoubtedly, every nerve in her body came alive under his touch.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Clarice's lips tingled, her entire body humming with the aftershocks of what had just happened.
No kiss had ever made her feel like this, like she was falling and flying at the same time.
For an instant, she even felt her legs getting weaker.
"Clarice," she felt her heart melting as he called her with his strong voice.
She looked deeply into his eyes, feeling her entire body grow warm. She knew that men rarely went to bed on the first date, but she wouldn't be able to control herself if he kept being so sexy.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked in a confident tone.
The woman almost answered "yes" by instinct. But she held back, biting her own tongue to calm her mind.
It's not the time to think with your pussy, woman, Clarice thought, trying to calm down.
Nolan might be a hottie, with perfect muscles and a penetrating gaze, but she couldn't simply get into a relationship like that.
She knew nothing about the guy. Besides, Clarice had promised herself that she would never give her heart to a man again.
And, even more importantly, she remembered very clearly having seen Eliza leaving his apartment that day. And there was no way she could mistake what she heard them doing.
"But aren't you dating Eliza?" Clarice asked.
The last thing she wanted was to become an enemy of that intimidating woman by seducing her man.
Well, she was already doing that because he was irresistible. But she was counting on the fact that Eliza would never find out about it.
If they dated, there would be no way for her not to know.
"Yes, I'm also dating her. She is one of my girlfriends."
Of course, such a charming man couldn't just be single, Clarice thought, hearing what Nolan had to say.
"Is she fine with that? How many girlfriends do you have?"
"Yes, she is. And I have four girls, and my harem is growing fast." Nolan stepped closer to the woman, then pressed her against a wall. "I'm sorry about the noise, but I think it will keep being a problem."
"Then you're not in a serious relationship," she said.
Clarice could understand a man with two or three girls, but a harem... He was probably messing around.
Besides, with so many to take care of, the girls were probably left unsatisfied.
"I am very serious, and you are going to be one of those girlfriends, you are going to be mine and only mine," Nolan said with confidence.
"And what if I say I don't want to?" Clarice replied with a challenging look.
She had already lost hope that a single man could satisfy her. Especially having to share him with so many other girls, she would never accept that.
"You will want to," Nolan smiled confidently and stole one last kiss from the woman before leaving her behind.
He wasn't in a hurry to make her his, and he knew that inevitably she would come back for him.
Besides, it wouldn't be bad to sleep early at least once. Thanks to that, the next day he managed to wake up on time, and for the first time, he wasn't late for his shift at work.
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On the other hand, still at night, Clarice returned to her apartment with slow steps, feeling her legs go weak.
Her eyes burned with desire, and even if she tried to deny it, it was impossible to escape what her body was feeling.
Then she heard the sound of a liquid dripping onto the floor. She looked at the sink, but there was nothing wrong. It wasn't raining either.
And another drop fell on the floor. Only then did she recognize where that sound was coming from.
Looking down, she saw the puddle of desire that had formed at her feet. Her perverted pussy was extremely soaked; her hard nipples pressed against her shirt, and she couldn't contain or ignore the desire burning through her entire body.
She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily, while trying to forget what she had felt.
But she soon remembered the loud, exaggerated moans from that day. How Eliza seemed to have been taken to her absolute limit, feeling an irresistible pleasure.
Then she remembered his kiss and that huge erection Nolan had pressed against her ass. Perhaps if it were that man, he could satisfy so many different women...
For what other reason would a powerful woman like Eliza allow her boyfriend to be with other women? Maybe Nolan was special.
Clarice sighed deeply, trying to ignore these feelings. Thinking like that didn't make sense; she had already rejected him.
Besides, Clarice knew she was much more perverted and insatiable than ordinary girls.
And wanting to push away the heat burning her body, she went to her room and grabbed the largest rubber cock she owned. It was still smaller than Nolan's impressive dick, but it would have to do.
She closed her bedroom door and quickly shoved that monstrous, toothed thing into her drenched pussy. At the same time, she shoved a vibrator into her perverted ass to increase the pleasure.
For hours, she continued to rape her own pussy with that rubber cock, trying to extinguish the fire burning inside her, but nothing worked.
To make it worse, she had to do everything to restrain herself. She was afraid of moaning too loudly. The last thing she wanted was for Nolan to hear her perverted moans.
She didn't want him to know the effect he had on her, on her body.
But none of that mattered. Even without hearing anything, the man already knew the effect he had on women. And he knew full well that Clarice would come crawling back to him soon enough.