The kitchen was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of my bare feet padding across the tile. My robe clung to my damp skin, the fabric thin enough that I could feel the cool air brushing against my nipples. I didn’t bother tying it shut—what was the point? I was alone. Or so I thought.Jason was there, shirtless, his lean frame leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in hand. His eyes flicked up as I entered, and for a moment, he froze. His gaze lingered, dropping to my chest, then lower, tracing the curve of my hips where the robe barely covered me. He didn’t look away this time. Not even when I caught him.I stepped closer, my lips curling into a smirk. “You’re really bad at hiding that,” I said, my voice low and teasing.He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. “I–I didn’t mean to—”“Did I say I minded?” I interrupted, closing the distance between us. His eyes widened, and I could see the way his shorts tented, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. I reached out, plucking the mug from his hand and setting it on the counter behind him.“Get on your knees,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument.For a second, he hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed again. Then, slowly, he sank to his knees in front of me. His hands rested awkwardly at his sides, his breath coming in shallow pants. I could see the mix of nerves and arousal in his expression, and it only made me want him more.I untied my robe, letting it fall open. His eyes dropped immediately, taking in the sight of my bare body—no bra, no panties, just smooth skin and curves. His breath hitched, and I could see the way his hands twitched, like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare.“Since you like staring so much,” I whispered, stepping forward until his face was inches from my pussy, “put that tongue to use.”I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair and guiding him closer. His mouth was warm as it pressed against me, tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure what to do. I rolled my hips, grinding against his face, and felt him stiffen before his tongue began to move.“Don’t be gentle,” I growled, tightening my grip on his hair. “I’m not.”He moaned into me, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine. His tongue grew bolder, licking and probing, exploring every inch of me. I leaned back against the counter, spreading my legs wider, giving him full access. His hands found my thighs, gripping them as he buried his face deeper between my legs.“Fuck, Jason,” I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure surged through me. His tongue circled my clit, teasing it with just the right amount of pressure. I rocked against him, my hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. The wet sounds of his tongue working me filled the kitchen, mingling with my gasps and moans.“That’s it,” I breathed, tugging his hair harder. “Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”He obeyed eagerly, his tongue plunging into me, fucking me deep and slow. I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My fingers tightened in his hair as I ground against his face, chasing that sweet release.“Oh god,” I gasped, my body trembling as the first wave of pleasure hit me. “Fuck, Jason, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”He didn’t. His tongue worked faster, more urgently, driving me closer to the edge. I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head as I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. He kept going, lapping at me greedily as I rode out the aftershocks.When I finally pulled back, my legs were shaking, and Jason was panting, his mouth glistening with my juices. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at me.“Good boy,” I purred, smirking as I wiped myself across his lips with two fingers. “You’ll be doing that every morning now.”He nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick my fingers clean. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he craved more. And I was more than happy to give it to him.I grabbed his chin, tilting his face up to mine. Our lips met in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His mouth tasted like me, and it only turned me on more. My tongue slid against his, exploring every inch of his mouth as I pressed myself against him.“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips, my hands roaming over his chest. “I want you inside me.”He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he stood up, lifting me onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fumbled with his shorts, freeing his cock. It was hard and thick, and I could already feel how much he wanted me.“Do it,” I urged, guiding him to my entrance. “Fuck me hard.”He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His hips snapped against mine, each thrust driving him deeper inside me.“Fuck, Talia,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You feel so good.”“Harder,” I demanded, arching my back to take him deeper. “Fuck me harder.”He obeyed, his pace quickening as he pounded into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, mingling with our moans and gasps. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me relentlessly.“I’m close,” he panted, his thrusts growing erratic.“Not yet,” I said, tightening my legs around him. “Make me come first.”He nodded, reaching between us to rub my clit as he continued to fuck me. The combination of his cock and fingers sent me over the edge again, my body convulsing as I came hard around him.“Fuck!” I cried out, my nails raking down his back.That was all it took for him to lose control. With a groan, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling as we rode out the aftershocks.When he finally pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs. I smirked up at him, running a finger through the mess and bringing it to my lips.“Good boy,” I said again, licking my finger clean. “Now clean me up.”

The kitchen was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of my bare feet padding across the tile. My robe clung to my damp skin, the fabric thin enough that I could feel the cool air brushing against my nipples. I didn’t bother tying it shut—what was the point? I was alone. Or so I thought.

Jason was there, shirtless, his lean frame leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in hand. His eyes flicked up as I entered, and for a moment, he froze. His gaze lingered, dropping to my chest, then lower, tracing the curve of my hips where the robe barely covered me. He didn’t look away this time. Not even when I caught him.

I stepped closer, my lips curling into a smirk. “You’re really bad at hiding that,” I said, my voice low and teasing.

He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. “I–I didn’t mean to—”

“Did I say I minded?” I interrupted, closing the distance between us. His eyes widened, and I could see the way his shorts tented, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. I reached out, plucking the mug from his hand and setting it on the counter behind him.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument.

For a second, he hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed again. Then, slowly, he sank to his knees in front of me. His hands rested awkwardly at his sides, his breath coming in shallow pants. I could see the mix of nerves and arousal in his expression, and it only made me want him more.

I untied my robe, letting it fall open. His eyes dropped immediately, taking in the sight of my bare body—no bra, no panties, just smooth skin and curves. His breath hitched, and I could see the way his hands twitched, like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare.

“Since you like staring so much,” I whispered, stepping forward until his face was inches from my pussy, “put that tongue to use.”

I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair and guiding him closer. His mouth was warm as it pressed against me, tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure what to do. I rolled my hips, grinding against his face, and felt him stiffen before his tongue began to move.

“Don’t be gentle,” I growled, tightening my grip on his hair. “I’m not.”

He moaned into me, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine. His tongue grew bolder, licking and probing, exploring every inch of me. I leaned back against the counter, spreading my legs wider, giving him full access. His hands found my thighs, gripping them as he buried his face deeper between my legs.

“Fuck, Jason,” I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure surged through me. His tongue circled my clit, teasing it with just the right amount of pressure. I rocked against him, my hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. The wet sounds of his tongue working me filled the kitchen, mingling with my gasps and moans.

“That’s it,” I breathed, tugging his hair harder. “Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”

He obeyed eagerly, his tongue plunging into me, fucking me deep and slow. I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My fingers tightened in his hair as I ground against his face, chasing that sweet release.

“Oh god,” I gasped, my body trembling as the first wave of pleasure hit me. “Fuck, Jason, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t. His tongue worked faster, more urgently, driving me closer to the edge. I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head as I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. He kept going, lapping at me greedily as I rode out the aftershocks.

When I finally pulled back, my legs were shaking, and Jason was panting, his mouth glistening with my juices. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at me.

“Good boy,” I purred, smirking as I wiped myself across his lips with two fingers. “You’ll be doing that every morning now.”

He nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick my fingers clean. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he craved more. And I was more than happy to give it to him.

I grabbed his chin, tilting his face up to mine. Our lips met in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His mouth tasted like me, and it only turned me on more. My tongue slid against his, exploring every inch of his mouth as I pressed myself against him.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips, my hands roaming over his chest. “I want you inside me.”

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he stood up, lifting me onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fumbled with his shorts, freeing his cock. It was hard and thick, and I could already feel how much he wanted me.

“Do it,” I urged, guiding him to my entrance. “Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His hips snapped against mine, each thrust driving him deeper inside me.

“Fuck, Talia,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You feel so good.”

“Harder,” I demanded, arching my back to take him deeper. “Fuck me harder.”

He obeyed, his pace quickening as he pounded into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, mingling with our moans and gasps. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me relentlessly.

“I’m close,” he panted, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Not yet,” I said, tightening my legs around him. “Make me come first.”

He nodded, reaching between us to rub my clit as he continued to fuck me. The combination of his cock and fingers sent me over the edge again, my body convulsing as I came hard around him.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my nails raking down his back.

That was all it took for him to lose control. With a groan, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling as we rode out the aftershocks.

When he finally pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs. I smirked up at him, running a finger through the mess and bringing it to my lips.

“Good boy,” I said again, licking my finger clean. “Now clean me up.”

A confident, dominant woman catches her shy, young roommate staring at her and decides to put his gaze to good use. She commands him to his knees and uses his mouth for her pleasure, leading to a steamy morning of oral sex and sensual kissing.

I made him eat me for breakfast

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