“I don’t know if you deserve it,” Pablo teased me, his voice echoing in the stainless steel restaurant kitchen.
“Wh-What do you mean?” I said, lying on the kitchen counter, ready for him to give me all his manhood.
“I could lay some good cock on you but I don’t know if you want it bad enough,” he said, looking around the kitchen again. Pablo found the scented, aromatic cooking oils.
Snagging a bottle of grape seed oil, he uncorked it and then unzipped his pants, freeing his wet thick and ready cock. Uncorking the bottle, he poured it on himself, then stepped back over to me and let it drizzle in between my cheeks, getting my ass nice and slick for him to fuck. I shuddered, feeling the oil drip down and moaned again.
No more teasing, I thought, feeling like I was going half crazy. Lucky for me, Pablo seemed to be a mind reader.
“You like it when I stick my dick in you, don’t you?” he groaned, the vibrations of his deep voice did things to me, I hadn’t imagined possible.
“Mmm-hmm,” I answered, quivering at the thought of it.
“You want me deep inside you, don’t you? Huh? Don’t you?” he taunted.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“Beg – fucking beg me, Gerald.”
“Please,” I said.
“Fucking beg me or I won’t give you my fucking cock,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir. Please, give it to me, give me your fucking dick. I need it, Oh, Pablo, I want it baby, please.”
“Yeah,” he said, teasing my hole with his cock as he dipped it inside then pulled it out just to teach me a lesson, “That’s what I want to hear.”