What's for dinner? - Sex Stories

What's for dinner?

... how I wanted more. I wanted to feel my head hit the back of her throat. I aggressively grabbed the hair at the top of her head and began fucking her face, hard. I could hear her whimpering and gagging just a little. I could feel myself close to cumming. "I'm gonna come soon..." I grunted. Almost as if those were the "magic words", she sped up and worked her hand at the lower part of the shaft to give me both a handjob and a blowjob at the same time. It felt amazing and felt even better to look down and see this along with her big brown eyes. I let out somewhat a high pitched, sort of frustrated moan that I wasn't proud of and recovered with a dominant grunt as I grabbed her hair again. God, it felt so good. "I'm gonna... G'na cum... In just a... A few... Ugh!" She didn't skip a beat as I let into her. She just kept looking up at me as she swallowed every shot. I almost fell back, exhausted. She just sat there, looking content. She giggled just a bit. I didn't have the energy to get pissed at her again. She does this every time. It's her little moment of control. She's been pretty quiet due to my rule of no talking without permission. However, she feels that this is her free moment so she talks a lot while I'm sitting on the floor trying to catch my breath. "Hahaha! You always get like this! You're so easy, Adam. It's kinda funny watching you like this." I began getting frustrated. We're both seniors in high school. She's like a housewife, very traditional. She does bring ...

... money into the house, but I'm the master of the house. She prefers it this way. I began to get really tired of hearing her talk. "Shut up, Mia. Go to the kitchen and make us dinner." She stood up and looked down at me like she was waiting for something. "Please, Mami. Thank you. I love you." She smiled that beautiful smile I love so much, threw on my sweater, and went into the kitchen. After cleaning up and changing into new boxers and some night pants, I walked into the kitchen to the smell of delicious food. She was making fried chicken and some sides. I walked up behind her and hugged her waist, kissing her neck. She was allowed to talk when we're not doing something involving sex. She asked me how my day was and I told her about my fight and black eye in between kisses. "Eres tan malo. Tienes que luchar no tanto. Stop fighting so much, Papi. You have a new mark every week." God I love it when she speaks Spanish to me. My little Puerto Rican doll. It turns me on more than it probably should. I slid my hand up my sweater and began fondling her DD-sized breasts. The other hand slid down the front of her lace panties. Still talking between kisses, I softly said "Then.. Why don't you.. Kiss them.. Better..?" I could feel her body shiver a bit as I nibbled her ear. "I need to finish dinner, Papi." I played with her clit and nipples and neck as she attempted to finish cooking. She called me a leach and talked a bit more, but there was only moaning after a little while. I could feel ...