Ella Frank - Exquisite

“Oh God.” she moaned and rocked her hips back on him. He pushed up hard on her ass and continued pinching and pulling her hard tight nipples, “Mason.” she panted against the window causing it to fog a little in front of her.

Leaning down so his mouth was by her ear he asked softly, “Yes Lena?”

He saw her mouth in the window and she licked her lips and panted, “I need.”

“What?” he pushed her, knowing she needed it, knowing she wanted it. “What do you need?”

She clenched her teeth and thrust back hard on his aching cock. “More.” she moaned rubbing her ass up and down his rigid length.

“Hmm,” he groaned in her ear thrusting against her ass as he pinched her nipples again. He let go with one hand and reached down to grip the side of her skirt with the other. He dragged it up her legs and she groaned knowing he was getting closer to what she wanted.

“You feel so fucking good Lena. You’re so eager, all hot and ready for me and begging to be fucked.” He took his hands from her breasts and she groaned at the loss. “Now be a good girl and leave your hands right where they are and I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

Stepping back now that he finally had her skirt scrunched up around her waist he watched her long legs move apart a little more. Now that they were free of the skirt she was bracing herself so she was steadier against the window. She should’ve looked ridiculous standing at his window bent over with her hands planted firmly, her shirt ripped apart and her breasts bared for the whole world to see. However, with the added addition of her little black skirt pulled up high around her waist and a tiny black thong separating her ass cheeks she looked like every sexual fantasy he’d ever had. Groaning loudly at the vision in front of him he quickly undid the drawstring of his pants and released his hard aching cock. It wanted in and it wanted in now.

Lena was going insane. She felt like she was over heating from the inside out. She was so aroused that she was trembling all over uncontrollably. Her legs were shaking and her hands were sweating where they rested against the window. She could hear Mason rustling around behind her and was wondering what he was doing until she felt a long finger reach out and trace the line of the lace thong that was separating her ass. Groaning low she hung her head down. He was only touching her in one spot and she was ready to orgasm.

Swallowing a deep breath she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate not wanting to go off until he was planted full inside of her. That finger dragged down the lace until it was between her thighs and pressing up high against the soaked material covering her. Behind her Mason groaned deep in his throat and moved in closer until she felt his naked cock slide up between her ass cheeks. Removing his hand she felt him bend down so his naked chest was pressed against the shirt covering her back and she was almost upset he hadn’t taken it off until he bunched it up at the bottom of her back and pulled her back a little thrusting up against the tiny strip of lace.

“Fuck.” he moaned and did it again. Leaning down over her he asked softly, “Are you ready Lena? You feel ready to me, your dripping all over my fingers.”

Pushing back on him she moaned and panted. “Yes.”

She felt one hand go to her hip and in the next instant she felt a hard tug as the panties were ripped off and he threw them aside and gripped her hips. Bracing her hands on the window for what she knew was about to be a rough ride she almost lost her control when he dipped his legs and slid his rock hard erection up between her wet folds without entering her. Groaning deep he reached over and planted his hands beside hers.

Dragging a tongue up her ear he muttered, “I sure hope no one’s watching Lena O’Donnell because I’m about to make you come all over me and I don’t give a fuck who watches.” and with that she saw one of his hands disappear and then felt the head of his thick cock line up and push into her in one deep thrust making her scream his name into the darkness.

Mason felt like he was sliding into heaven. Her wet heat gripped him and sucked him in as deep as he’d ever been before. She just about screamed the neighborhood down and he couldn’t help the smug grin that he was wearing as he stilled inside her, letting her catch her breath. His cock was pulsing and he was pretty sure most of the blood in his body was now down between his thighs but when she used her hands on the window to push back on him and looked over her shoulder and whispered in a husky voice, “Fuck me.” he got the message real quick. With his right hand on the window beside hers he spread his legs apart and bunched her shirt in his left hand and started to stroke in and out. At first he started slow then as she pushed back on him he started to pound into her until he let go of the window and gripped her hips hard thrusting in and out of her like there was never going to be another time or opportunity. He felt his orgasm as it balled at the base of his spine and when her wet pussy clamped down hard around his cock like a tight hot vise, and she screamed his name out against the window, he poured everything he was into her.

Is the playboy chef in love? Maybe we should ask the Dr.

Rumor has it sizzling young chef, Mason Langley, has been spotted around downtown Chicago, over the last few months, with a stunning brunette. Now ladies before you start to cry, grab that box of tissues, and listen closely. In recent interviews, Langley, has neither confirmed nor denied this new relationship. We have discovered however, that the young lady in question is a doctor over at St Luke's. Is it possible that Chef Langley has been bitten by the love bug and is seeking medical treatment? Or is it a more long term treatment plan?

Six months later

"Did you see this article?" Lena asked as she tossed the magazine on the bar. Mason turned from hanging the glasses overhead and looked at the glossy cover of the Delicious magazine. He grinned and raised his eyes to her. Leaning his hands on the bar top he lowered his head and kissed her smiling mouth.

"Yep."

Laughing she pulled back and hitched up onto the stool. It was Tuesday morning and she had the day off. She’d decided to come down and see him before the restaurant opened and on the way she’d noticed, on a corner stand, a picture of Mason on the front cover of one of the magazine's. Stopping she'd picked it up and started flicking through it only to stop and read about his new, medical condition .

"Bitten by the love bug? Really? Could these writers’s get anymore clichéd?"

He chuckled crossing his arms over his chest and resting his hip against the bar. Today he was wearing jeans and a navy blue v neck over a white button up shirt, and he looked very sexy. His eyes had taken on the color of the sweater and they were currently laughing at her.

"So doctor, do you think you can help me? I've been feeling a little bit hot."

Snorting indelicately Lena raised a brow, "I'm sure you have."

"Oh yeah. I feel hot, sweaty and a little bit shivery."

Rolling her eyes at him she shook her head. "You're ridiculous and so is this article."

Reaching out he picked it up and read the first line to her, "Oh I like this. Rumor has it sizzling young chef, " Looking over at her he raised an eyebrow, "Sizzling huh?"

"Are you kidding me Langley? Could you be vainer?"

Laughing he continued, "Hang on! Hang on! Look at this. Apparently, I'm seeing a stunning brunette ."

Dropping the magazine on the bar he pushed away from it and walked to the end coming around to stand in front of her. Turning on the stool Lena watched him carefully and smiled as he reached out a familiar hand and twisted it in her hair tugging her head up.