All Yours Daddy.
Chapter 28
Devine pulled away, smacking his tongue against his lips.
“After you, My lady.”
Nuella batted her lashes, too stunned by the rawness of his words and how he could easily switch up like he didn’t say anything.
She let out a soft smile, clutched tightly onto her purse, and then began to walk with her legs pressing tightly against each other while she walked over to the table that awaited her.
Devine laughed softly at her action.
“I am yet to suck your skulls out, and you are walking this way; just how would your legs be when I let my tongue roll against your juicy clit while you tremble beneath the influence of my mouth.”
A spark of sensation gushed through her and her pussy tingled with the burning desire to feel his tongue against her clit.
She shut her eyes close and clutched tightly to her purse trying to get her stamina.
“Are you fine, momma?”
Hearing the hotness of his breath against her ear had her nipples tightening, and her stomach churning.
Ohhh!! This man was freaking driving her crazy.
She tilted her head to Devine and the hotness his physic held had her gulping In. His lips were tempting; she badly wanted to throw her bags away, throw her hands against his shoulder, and grind her body against his while he kissed her passionately like he often did. She bit against her inner lips, suppressing the burning itch, then continued with her step, feeling his heavy gaze devour her physic from behind.
Devine walked closer to the dining table and pulled out a chair for Nuella before she could get there.
“Thank you.” Her appreciation came with a soft smile. She adjusted into the chair and dropped her mini purse on the free spot at the dining table, her eyes wandering around the range of dishes that were spread out on the table.
Her face lightened, the intensionality of his actions spreading delight across her body.
“You ordered all of this just to celebrate my day?” The surprise and happiness in her voice could be noticed and it left Devine chuckling.
“Ordered? I did not order, pretty…” He rolled the sleeve of his right hand to his arm, revealing his veiny, tattooed, muscled arm, which left Nuella gulping in hard.
“I made all of this, for you….”
Nuella’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped as she glanced at every plate that held starters, main course, and even the desert.
“You made all this?” She couldn’t help but point at the Tomato bruschetta that looked all mouth-watering.
Devine smiled at her expression. He picked a wine from the table and flipped it open, then reached for two glasses of cup and poured the wine into it.
“Are you surprised?”
“No..” she batted her lashes. “Yes I mean yes I am.”
Devine smiled.
He passed a glass of wine to her, letting the previous conversation stay behind.
“To the beginning of your success.” Devine raised a toast, like a fucking leader and just this action of his had her pussy tingling with another desire. With her eyes holding seductively onto his, she raised her glass and they made a toast.
“To many more success.”
Locking eyes with each other, they took the glass of cup to their mouth and began to sip gently from it, their ever-competitive seductive eyes holding onto each other; they watched each other at every sip and gulp down the wine.
Devine’s cock did not miss a fucking moment to tighten in desire. Watching her gulp so hotly on her wine made him desire to watch her go down on her knees, clutching tightly against her hair, and shove his heavy member into her small tiny mouth, while she takes every fucking stroke he would give to her like a good girl.
Nuella gagged. The pressure from his gaze had her pussy humping. She pulled the glass cup away from her mouth, exhaling softly to catch her breath.
“Are you okay?” Devine reached out concerned.
“Yes.. yes I am.” She smiled out between teary eyes. She just choked from watching Devine stare at her with those sparkling eyes of his that held much more than desire.
Devine nodded softly, taking a seat opposite her.
“When do you intend to resume?” This time his eyes did not hover around her body because he was serving the dish.
“In a week.” Nuella’s absent-minded reply came in.
Watching Devine dish out food was not something she could ever imagine, and it wasn’t something she would ever get over.
She still found it hard to believe that he prepared all the meals here. Devine was nothing short of a Mafia boss, he could easily pay anyone to get this food done, and he could sit here and give orders to people to dish out the food.
Nuella’s mind melted for a minute… Could he be into her? No. She shook the thoughts away as quickly as they came in.
Devine was a playboy, and no matter what happened, she could not have herself falling for him, but not with how tender-hearted he was at the moment, right? Not with the sleeve of his shirt rolled against his arm while he dished out meals, looking like a Greek god. Not with him being the only present person in her life.
Devine took a seat when he was done dishing the meals.
“You look gorgeous.” He reminded once again, this time from the blues and it left Nuella’a cheeks burning with heat.
“How did you learn How to cook, or did you lie to me?”
“Lied to you?” Devine chuckled briefly. He noticed how she changed the previous topic.
“Almighty Devine Lorenzo never lies. If you want, we could do this again, and next time, we do it together with you passing me the seasons while I cook and eat you, simultaneously.”
Nuella’s cutlery dropped, her pussy tightened and her nipples clenched, his words arousing her. He always found a way to leave her cheeks burning red from desire. Nuella wondered how her body managed to react to every bit of his words.
Before now, she would have probably rolled her eyes at him for calling himself almighty, but the superiority in his voice had her screaming home. She loved leadership, she loved to be led by men who knew how to do it well.
Nuella reached out for the glass of wine that rested on the table, she took it closer to her lips.
Devine’s groin tightened, and he gritted, watching how she gulped the wine.
“I would love to watch you gulp In my cum this hot, momma.”
The huskiness of his voice sent a feeling of warmth gathering at the pit of her stomach. Then she gaged, choking on her drink.
Devine pulled out of his chair, sitting on the edge. He dipped his index finger into the vanilla cake and then pulled out his vanilla-soaked finger. He gave it one last seductive glare before taking it closer to her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
It was a command, one that vibrated submission into her. Her lips parted and he slid his finger into her mouth.
“Suck on it.” He commanded, with eyes that held firmly onto hers.
Nuella’s stomach tightened into a knot, her walls tightened at his command, leaving wetness against her pants.
She swallowed in softly, then began to suck on his finger, watching him keenly as every vein in his forehead arouse, stretching out with pleasure.
His jaws tightened, and his cock twitched with every damn desire to be sucked this way. She ran her tongue slowly and sensually against his tongue, then bobbed her head against his finger, letting his finger slide down her throat, while she gagged against it.
“Fuckkkkkkk.”
Devine’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted as he stared at her with burning desire. Desire to force her onto her knees and shove his cock into her mouth desires to fuck her mouth so badly till she is struggling for breath.
Devine bit on his lower lips, trying to suppress the burning itch to fill her mouth up.
Today was her day and he was going to make it about her.
He pulled his finger away from her mouth and whispered.
“Come here.” The grumbling undertone of his deep husky voice had got her feet curling. She stood on her feet with soaked panties and trembling legs…
Devine’s eyes accentuated her curves as she walked closer to him, majestically.
“Oh damn it, momma. You look like everything that beauty entails. Come to me. Come to Daddy.” His eyes scanned her till she got almost closer to him.
Eager to hold her in, he reached for her wrist and dragged her closer, pulling her into himself and holding her possessively against her waist while her hand rested on his shoulder.
His dark eyes hovered around her face then he inquired.
“How wet are you for daddy?”
The question delighted her so much that she badly wanted to give a reply but she didn’t.
With her ever-so-seductive eyes, she began to trail the tip of her finger against his muscled body, watching his muscles as they clenched at every graze of her nail against his body.
Sure that he was getting more impatient, she leaned in and whispered.
“See For Yourself, DADDY!”