Tyrell wiped the sweat from his bald head, then slipped the black chef’s apron over his head and fastened its ties at the back. The tapes hung down and tickled his naked butt, which made him smirk.

He studied his reflection in the long mirror in the bedroom he shared with Vanessa. From the front, she would detect nothing amiss. He’d admit that top chefs wore shoes to cook, and probably a shirt, no matter how finely chiseled their pecs were. He turned and took in his side view, then turned back to the mirror. The rear, where his muscular back and toned glutes were unencumbered by clothing.

““Business in the front, party in the back,” Tyrell chuckled to himself. “Vanessa, you’re a lucky girl. I have a treat—maybe several treats—in store for you!”

Padding to the kitchen in their modern apartment, he recalled the dreamy expression Vanessa's face took on whenever she watched her favorite cooking show. That look had convinced him this surprise was one she would enjoy. He reflected on last Friday night when they had gone for a meal to one of those places where the chef works right in front of you, cooking and talking. Tyrell had noticed her eyes sparkling throughout the experience, especially when he did tricks with the big, sharp knives. But it was in the taxi later that the full extent of Vanessa's delight had been revealed… "The return home was more fun than the night out itself.

In the taxi, once they were alone, Vanessa snuggled against him and slipped her arm around his waist. fingers between the buttons of his shirt to linger over his smooth abs before she began stroking the bulge in his jeans. With a groan, Tyrell cupped her jaw in his hands and took control of her mouth. He plundered its depths with his tongue the way he intended to immerse other parts of his body in her heat as soon as they got home.

“Wasn’t it exciting watching that guy prepare the food? The chef was so capable,” she breathed in a way that made ‘capable’ sound like code for something more explicit.

“He knew his way around a kitchen alright,” Tyrell agreed, struggling to squash a prickle of indignation.

“His hands were so… nimble.” Her voice was hushed in awe. “I couldn’t help imagining them on me.”

“You want to be treated like a piece of meat?” he scoffed.

“Sometimes, yeah; I crave being handled firmly and put in my place.” The tip of Vanessa's tongue poked out and wet her top lip, mischief flashing in her eyes. Tyrell sensed the crackle of challenge in the air, and his body went on alert.

“I’m not wearing any panties,” Vanessa whispered in his ear, tickling the fine hairs against his neck.

Immediately, Tyrell's semi stiffened further, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself.

He growled, low and menacing, so that only she could hear, “You’re a very bad girl.”

Vanessa responded with a throaty giggle and an exaggerated look of innocence.

“Perhaps you need to teach me a lesson."

She continued teasing him, rubbing the outline of his prick, which lay trapped behind the denim, and sucking lasciviously on his middle finger. Everything in him coiled and sizzling; he wouldn’t pounce. Yet neither of them wanted to give the taxi driver a free show. Lord knows how, but Tyrell managed to hold back until they got home. He almost threw the fare at the taxi driver. The driver was all too happy for the overpayment, and he was eager to get Vanessa inside the house.

“Now then, wicked minx,” Tyrell leered. He expressed his frustration by caging Vanessa, leaning against the interior wall, her strong arms braced on either side of Her head. “Try using that pretty mouth for something other than talking.”

Heat flashed in her eyes at his command. He knew she was as turned on as he was. She sank immediately to her knees, fumbling to loosen the buckle of his belt and lower the zip of his fly.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she crooned and cupped his balls reverentially.

Vanessa watched as she licked her lips and parted them in anticipation. His dick quickly unfurled from his trousers, springing eagerly towards her mouth for attention. Vanessa had an oral technique that Tyrell really savored the warmth of her mouth and the energetic way she salivated as she bobbed on his length, laving and swirling her tongue, had him swollen and hard as iron in seconds. She moaned as she sucked, treating his precum as a delicious treat, and the vibrations from her noises of appreciation drove him wild. When she sank her head so low that she consumed him, she also... cupped his balls, drawing her fingers against his flesh with a silky touch as if assessing their quality. A spark of sensation sped from his balls to the crown of his dick, a jolt like electricity that continued to hum in his veins.

“I ought to put you over my knee and give you a spanking,” he told her, combing through her long hair for a sensuous moment before he drew it up tight, forcing Vanessa to slow her fellatio. Her expression, when she looked up at him, was both feisty and imploring; she was loving this.

“No knickers in public: Tsk! Next time I demand to know before we leave the house. Your omission deprived me of some obscene imaginings.” While Tyrell's expression darkened with lust, he loosened his grip on her hair. “However that mouth of yours may have redeemed you.”

When he pulled her up from her knees, he used her hair to draw her closer, pressing his lips against hers. The musk of his glans was on her tongue, and he reveled in the taste of her. She might have gotten hot for the chef back in the restaurant, but she was coming home with him, and he owned every part of her.

“Pick your punishment, bad girl Vanessa; how should I fuck you?”

“Use me, Tyrell,” she rasped, somewhat raw from throating his length so deep. “I love it when you take your pleasure however you want to.”

Quickly, Tyrell shucked off his jeans in the hallway and pushed Vanessa towards the stairs. She knelt two steps up, bracing her hands in front of her. Her dark eyes watched over her shoulder as he advanced, with a look of intent. His God-given talent was straining for action. As he walked, it swayed towards her ass. Tyrell spat in his palm and used one hand lazily to stroke up and down its length before thumbing its leaking essence over the swollen tip. Vanessa flicked out her tongue, evidently wanting and hungry for another taste. But she groaned with delight when he pulled her tight skirt up around her waist.

The sight that greeted him made more precum leak in appreciation: Her pussy was as pretty as a peach and dripping with nectar. Without delay, Tyrell pressed his face against her ass, parting those fleshy globes to allow his tongue to stroke the pink folds of her slit. She was hot and excited, and her tangy juices quickly coated his tongue. He loved that she was needy for his cock, and he was just as eager to show her some loving. He licked slow and deep, tasting her wetness like a gourmet. Tyrell enjoyed every nuance of the textures and flavors Vanessa shared with him. He took time to nudge and tickle her taint with his fingertip as he lapped at her labia. In response, she gasped enthusiastically and dipped her back for more.

When he nudged her legs wider so her pussy lips parted, he had to fight the urge to thrust. His display of passion should be tantalisingly drawn out, rather than rushed. Never mind that his prick had begun to strain like a divining rod toward his woman’s sweet spot. He planned to ride her hard, bury his shaft, and empty his balls that ached to drill and fill her.

“Get ready, girl,” he said.

Vanessa dropped a hand between her thighs, obediently spreading her flesh for his invasion.

With a practiced thrust and jerk, Tyrell sank his length deep into Vanessa, which felt like dipping into molten lava. As he pressed forward, he appreciated her tightness. A soft grunt of satisfaction escaped to chime with his partner’s eager moans of encouragement. He held her hips to probe deep inside, aiming for her g-spot, while urging Vanessa to rub her clit. Her body jolted when he angled his broad torso over her. Every firm drive made her tits swing and his balls slap her ass.

“Oh, please take me,” Vanessa groaned, strumming against her nub with slick fingers.

A curtain of her dark hair hung forward, obscuring her face, and Tyrell was tempted to sink his teeth into the soft curve between her shoulders and neck. Tonight, he felt primal and alpha. They were rutting as nature intended, and he wanted to claim his mate. He sensed his climax gathering, drawing up from his core, a blur of heat and energy, but he wanted to be sure she was ready.

“Yes, yes!” Vanessa exclaimed.

When she mashed her clit, she began to come undone. She gasped, and her pussy pulsed, clutching at his length, hastening Tyrell towards the brink as her muscles tightened around his cock, a drumbeat of pleasure.

Tyrell speared his mate with one final, g-spot-grazing lunge before dragging his cock out, loving the way her pussy stretched and moved around it. With great satisfaction, jism pulsed in pearly ropes, splashing over Vanessa's curvy backside to spatter down her thighs.What a night it had been!

Tyrell mused fondly as he pulled ingredients out of the fridge and larder. Today, he planned to greet Vanessa with a surprise breakfast, hoping to recreate the magic of the previous evening. As he carefully prepared the meal, he couldn't help but smile, anticipating the look of delight on her face when she saw the effort he had put into making their morning special.

Daddy!!!