Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
AMELIA
Derek hadn’t been to the bakery in about a week. I kept wondering if it was something I did or said, but deep down, I knew what it was.
He was avoiding me.
We crossed a line we shouldn’t have crossed. He was older. He was my father’s employee. He was off limits in every sense but I had no problem getting on my knees, sucking him off, gagging on his pocket rocket and frosting on his fingers shamelessly.
I wanted to see him again. Not because of my laptop. I didn’t care about that. I just wanted him. It was slowly driving me nuts. I had stress-baked, stress-clean, seek distractions and tried to ease my sexual frustrations but none of it was working.
None of it truly gave me what I wanted.
Him.
I couldn’t concentrate. His scent was all over my office. His voice haunted me in my sleep, and when I walked, I could still feel his torturous hands between my legs. I could still feel him breathing down my neck, wrapping his fingers around my throat.
I huffed, crushing the paper into a ball, then I tossed it in a bin. I stared at my blank sketchpad, reaching for a cookie in the jar. I took a large bite, hesitant to sketch down my ideas for the Cookies that were inspired by "Midnight in Paris."
The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my brows. I wasn’t expecting anyone. But I left the kitchen anyways.
My heart stopped when I swung the door open.
It was him, in all his devilishly handsome glory, in his black ensemble: muscle fitting black tee paired with black slacks.
His expression was unreadable, brooding even. "Can I come in?"
"Uh…hi." I breathed. "How did you - how did you know where I live?"
"Melissa."
Oh.
He must have been to the bakery first. I didn’t go in for work today because I wanted to stay home to sketch some cookie and muffin designs, and also, to get away from our heated moment that still haunted me in the bakery.
"Right." I mumbled.
"I’m just going to install some parental controls on your system and leave." He spoke curly. It stung, knowing he had no intentions to linger around for a bit, for us to talk about what happened the last time.
He was pretty intent on erasing it. His body language conveyed that he was on edge, showing that the quicker he was done, the faster he could get out of here.
"Come in." I stepped aside. He glanced around, taking in my cosy living room. Our eyes met briefly in the process, making my breath hitch.
"The kitchen." I spoke up. He arched one of his brows. I cussed under my breath. "My laptop is in the kitchen, this way." I skidded past him like the ground beneath me burned my feet.
A thick, tense silence trailed after us, settling in the kitchen like an explosive waiting to go off. When I turned around, he was already there, a little too close. My breathing picked up, those olive green eyes locked on me like they were trying to figure out all the things that I was hiding.
His fingers brushed past my frame to grab the laptop. He crouched a little, powering it.
I huffed at his nonchalance. How was he able to keep it together when I could barely stay sane. I glared intently at his hunched frame, huffing to get his attention but he barely flinched.
"Fuck parental controls." I slammed the laptop shut.
His jaw flexed. "What are you doing?"
"You ghosted me."
"I didn’t ghost you." He gritted.
"Oh, so you disappear on every girl after they have your eggplant down their throat, gagging on it?" I scoffed. The thought of him letting another woman near him made me so irritated.
"Stop it."
"What?" a scornful smile graced my lips. "Daddy IT is too scared, so he just keeps running."
He marched towards me, my heart slamming against my chest harshly. "I don’t run." His voice dropped to a terse whisper.
"Then, why have you been avoiding me?" my lips trembled.
"You know why."
My palm cupped his face gently and I felt him tense beneath my touch. His breathing piqued, harsher at the edges, but it only prompted me to place my palm on his chest, standing on my tip toes to brush my lips against his.
"We can’t do this." His voice was pinched with frustration, but he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing on to my waist. "Your Dad—"
"You make my panty bacon rise." I murmured against his lips. "I don’t care. I want you, Derek. I—"
I didn’t get to finish my words before he crushed his lips on mine. I moaned, gasping into the kiss and grabbing onto his shirt for support. His lips stroked mine with heat, passion and a ruthless precision that made my toes curl. He picked me up swiftly, causing my legs to wrap around him.
I felt my ass hit the countertop, and I drew him closer by his shirt. I tugged at the hem of his tee, and he broke the kiss swiftly to help me get it off him.
"I want you to plug into my port, daddy." I panted, biting my lips.
He growled, wrapping his fingers around my throat to choke me as his lips came back on mine.
Derek devoured me with so much intensity, so much fervor that it made my toes curl.
"Tell me," he panted, pushing down the straps of my dress. "Were you thinking of me penetrating your system when you were stroking that vibrator against your wet little snatch the other night?"
I stilled. "What?"
He caressed my lips sensually, biting his. "You heard me."
"How did you know?"
He grabbed a hold of my thigh, yanking my frame into him. "Because I was there, watching you fall apart with my name on your tongue."
My eyes widened a fraction, heat searing my cheeks.
"Are you mad?" I whispered.
"Mad?" he scoffed. "I loved watching that."
He tweaked a dusky peak, pinching it, then he kissed me roughly before he crouched between my legs.
"What are you doing?" I swallowed.
"I’m going to show you that I can make your vertical smile glitch more than your stupid vibrator."
Derek showered feathery kisses up my thigh, tugging at my panties swiftly until the ripping sound echoed through the room.
He glided his knuckle against my dripping flower, eliciting a shudder from me. I jerked, my cries of pleasure ringing through the room when his mouth met my scroll wheel, sucking it.
I fisted the edges of the counter, thrusting my chest forward. "Hmmm…right there."
I writhed, wanting to shut my legs because of how stimulating the process was but I kept them apart.
His tongue teased my flower gliding up and down before he plunged my tongue into my peach pot.
I jerked, holding back the sob that threatened to fly out of my mouth.
His fingers were sinking into the skin of my thigh, keeping me in place as he feasted on me without holding back.
I yanked at his hair. It was like the more he ate me out, the hungrier he became and he took it out on me. I was creaming on his tongue, messing up the countertop shamelessly. He pushed a finger into me, teasing my little clam with his mouth.
My fingers found one of my peaks, tweaking it. "Derek, please—too much. I can't take it." I sobbed, scratching at his scalp.
He paid no heed to my cries.
My moans turned raw, thinning out with every lick as he devoured and finger-fucked me into oblivion. I was almost slipping off the countertop, trapping his head so tightly between my legs.
"Please, daddy—" I whimpered. "Please, let me come."
He wrenched his mouth off my happy clam, eliciting a gasp from me.
"What are you doing?" my legs were still trembling from how he devoured me, my voice thick with frustration.
I was delirious for a release.
"Baby, I wanna glaze your donuts and stuff your eclair." He unzipped his slacks, wrapping my legs possessively around his hip, distracting me with the way his lips were melting against mine, until I felt his purple-headed warrior nudging my entrance.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to penetrate my port, daddy IT." I moaned,
He grabbed my throat. "Good girl."
Derek slammed into me without warning, wrenching out a loud, dirty moan from me.
I quivered, grabbing onto his shoulder because I hadn’t prepared myself for how huge he was.
His herman the one-eyed german clung to my walls, stretching me out, bending me to its will until I was accustomed to having him inside me.
"You are so big." I murmured against his lips.
His voice hardened with lust. "You can take it."
"Ruin me with your joystick, daddy."
"Fuck."
He thrusted out of me and slammed back in with urgency, our moans and groans resounding through the kitchen.
My deepest, darkest fantasies since I met him were finally unraveling before me.
"Oh—fuck." I moaned when he gathered my hair in his palm, sucking on my neck and striking the perfect spots with his deep, hurried strokes.
My melons bounce with every thrust he made in and out of me, the peaks hardening as they squash against his chest. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, deepening his husky growls that reeked of satisfaction.
"Oh, you are doing so good, Sugarplum ." The softness of his voice was in contrast to the way he fucked me ruthlessly against the countertop. "So fucking tight for me." He groaned.
My body responded to him with a neediness that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe or function properly if he didn’t touch me, fuck me or I didn’t share the same space and breathe in the same air with him.
It was the most intense shade of obsession I had ever felt and it consumed me in a way that I didn’t think was possible.
"Oh, fuck." I panted. "Please, don't stop." My nails were digging into his back, a sob lodging at the base of my throat.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"I want to hear you say you are mine."
"I'm all yours, Derek."
"Fuck." he growled as if I just undid him with those words.
He took my mouth in his to cover up my moans, actively losing his mind because of my tightness. His meticulous thrusts were maddening and obsessive, growing more potent as he slid in and out of me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as my abdomen tightened, my climax gripping me in the guts.
It fell in sync with his release and we found our orgasm almost at the same time. As my juices drenched his giggle stick, he spilled his milk inside me and it coated me with warmth.
I whimpered, releasing a long moan. I didn’t release him from my grip and he kept his head buried against my neck.
Derek pulled back gently. His movements messed me up a little bit, causing his frosting to mix with mine, trickling down my thigh.
"So beautiful," he murmured.
I was still reeling from the sex, trying to steady my breathing.
"You are not exhausted, are you?"
I shook my head, biting my lips.
"Good."
He swept me off the countertop, and I wrapped my legs around him, giggling as he led us into the bedroom.