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Guttural moans escape Sho’s throat. “Shit, if I’d known you’d let me do this, I’d have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.”

You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho weren’t holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.

You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didn’t think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Except—something did happen.

Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.

He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. “Huh? What’s up?” Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.

Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. “I know I sound fucking stupid right now, but …” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldn’t remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.

The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. “I need to … I need you.”

“What?” Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scent—an alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.

When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.

“‘m sorry …” He panted between kisses, chest heaving. “I should have … asked you beforehand.”

“N-no, it’s alright … I want it.” With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about him like that—in secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.

“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. “Fuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?” In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.

And that’s how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like he’s afraid he won’t get a second chance.

“Shiiit … ‘m not gonna last long, babe.” He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. “Didn’t expect you to be so—haaah—fucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.”

You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Want me to—mhmmm—fill you up, pretty girl?” Sho’s broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.

“Yes, please!”

He chuckles and groans at the same time. “God … gonna fill you up so good, babe.”

And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. “Hnngh … ah …! Sho …” You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.

Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after he’d already found release. But he doesn’t pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. You’re both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.

After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.

Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...

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