Chapter 420: Pleasure in the kitchen**

What was the point of maintaining distance and taking an oath not to come between his friend’s love life when he was going to have his mate swallow his cock the first thing in the morning?

They were still in the kitchen with Nadia now on her knees, her clothes intact, but Luke’s pants were pooled around his ankles, and his cock was currently in the care of the woman.

Nadia licked his manhood with all eagerness. She had missed it way too much, and that was showing in the way she kept dragging her tongue up and down his length and taking him inside her mouth as far as she could.

"Look at you...really, Nadia...you need to stop being so horny that you start dripping every time we meet." Luke said with a shake of his head as he bunched her hair in his fist and watched her take him halfway inside her mouth.

The warmth of her throat was causing him to grow harder and hotter. He hadn’t gotten such a good blow job in a few days. And he dares say that after Monica, Nadia knew where all his weak spots were.

"Gaah..." She slowly slipped his cock out, her hand still stroking his hardened length, the saliva working well as a lubricant as she looked up. "It’s your fault for making me aware of this sensation." She blamed him back as she peeked out her tongue and twirled it around his head.

Luke grinned and said. "If Dart found out about it, we both would be to blame. So at least do it properly and make it worthwhile." He brought her closer to him.

Her pussy began to salivate at his usual rough behavior.

She parted her lips and started taking more and more of him.

Tear droplets formed at the corner of her eye as she took the whole of him, feeling her throat stuffy and barely suppressing the gag.

Luke groaned, feeling the tightness of her throat, as he began to slowly move his waist.

Nadia matched his rhythm by moving her face back and forth slowly.

*Ghak* *Ghak* *Ghhak*

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sound of their sinful act. Her throat was violated by a man who wasn’t her mate.

Nadia loosened her dress and slipped her hand inside to touch her wet pussy.

The hug itself had got her all hot and now, tasting his familiar manly scent with his manhood filling her throat, her own sex was flooding with womanly juices.

She slid her underwear aside and started playing with her pussy, scratching and fingering as she hummed around his cock.

"Shit, Nadia..." He cursed and started moving just a little faster.

Her throat accommodated his cock better, allowing him better movement.

He held her hair tighter and fucked her mouth without restraint.

*GHAK* *GHAK* *GHAK*

He lifted his head and plunged his length deep inside her throat before spilling everything in several spurts.

"Agh...fuck..." He could feel her bobbing her throat and drinking his cum without resistance.

When he pulled out, a few short drags fell on her face, and that sight...oh lord, he was once again hard.

Nadia licked her lips and then the rest of her face.

Luke offered her some tissue papers, but she didn’t accept it and just offered her face to him.

Luke sighed and wiped her face before giving her some water.

Nadia slowly rose to her feet and drank some water with her left hand.

Meanwhile, using her right hand, she untied the last thread of her dress and let it fall to the ground right before his eyes.

She now stood before him fully naked now, the discarded dress pooled at her feet like an unnecessary subject.

Luke’s eyes dragged over her without apology.

Her tits were no joke, heavy and round, carrying their weights without making her look shaggy.

The areolas were a flushed, pretty pink, wide and slightly puffy, framing tight, dark-pink nipples that had already drawn into stiff little peaks from the cool air and her own arousal.

They looked almost painfully hard, standing out against the softer flesh, the tips glossy where a faint sheen of sweat had gathered.

Below them, her waist dipped just enough to make the flare of her hips dramatic. Soft, hot love handles curved out from her sides; thick, squeezable flesh that looked like it would yield perfectly under rough hands.

Those hips spread wide and womanly, the kind made for gripping while she was bent over or riding, the flesh of her outer thighs smooth and full.

The slight softness of her lower belly only made the contrast sharper, leading the eye down to the neat, glistening slit between her legs where her fingers had just been.

She didn’t try to cover herself. She simply stood there, cheeks still flushed, lips shiny, watching him look at her like she already knew exactly what the sight of her body was doing to him.

’This woman is one hell of a seductress...’

Just then, Nadia tilted her head back just a little, still holding the pouch of water, and deliberately let the water spill from the corner of her mouth.

A clear stream slid down her chin, traced the line of her throat, and kept going, until it reached the upper slope of her heavy breasts.

The water ran in thin rivulets over the soft flesh, catching on her tight pink nipples before dripping off the stiffened peaks.

Luke didn’t say a word.

He simply stepped forward, drawn as if by some invisible pull, and dropped his head.

His mouth found the wet trail first on the upper curve of her left breast, then followed it lower. He closed his lips around her nipple and sucked, drinking the water that had collected there, tongue dragging over the tight, glossy peak.

The contrast of cool water and the heat of his mouth made her breath hitch. He switched to the other side without lifting his head fully, lapping at the second nipple, pulling it into his mouth and drawing hard enough that the soft flesh of her breast shifted under his lips.

"Ahn...you like it?" She asked, her voice husky.

Luke’s mouth was still wet against her nipple when something in him snapped.

He didn’t warn her. One second he was drinking from her skin; the next he had both hands under her ass and was driving her backward until her shoulders hit the cool kitchen wall.

"Woman, you know how to rile a man up." He said as a impact knocked a soft gasp out of her.

He pinned her there with his body, one forearm braced beside her head, the other hand already sliding down between them.

His fingers found her first with almost lazy curiosity—two light, deliberate strokes along her slit, just enough to feel how soaked she already was.

"Nngh...!" He circled her clit once, twice, feather-light, watching her face while she tried to stay quiet.

The soft, wet sound of it filled the small space between them. Nadia’s hips twitched forward, chasing the touch, but he kept it maddeningly gentle, just the pads of his fingers gliding through her folds, spreading her open, never quite giving her pressure.

He grinned at her reaction...the hunger was naked in her eyes. And then the switch flipped.

He pushed two fingers straight into her without warning, burying them to the knuckle in one smooth thrust.

"Ahhh!" The sudden stretch made her cry out. He didn’t give her time to adjust—his hand started working her hard and deep, curling against that sensitive front wall while his thumb pressed down on her clit.

The wet, filthy sound of his fingers plunging in and out of her filled the kitchen.

"Luke—agh—"

He only went harder. Three fingers now, stretching her open, fucking into her with short, brutal strokes that forced her up onto her toes.

Her big tits bounced with every thrust of his hand. Her thighs started to shake. Clear fluid was already running down the inside of her legs and dripping onto the floor.

He didn’t slow.

He angled his wrist and drove into her faster, the wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of it loud and obscene.

Nadia’s head fell back against the wall, mouth open, eyes glassy. Her hips jerked helplessly, trying to fuck herself on his hand even as her legs threatened to give out.

Then she broke.

A sharp, high sound tore out of her throat as her pussy clenched hard around his fingers.

A sudden gush of clear fluid sprayed out around his hand, soaking his wrist and the front of his shirt, splattering the floor between their feet.

Her whole body convulsed; hips shaking violently, thighs trembling, big tits heaving as another strong pulse of liquid forced its way out of her.

She kept coming, kept squirting in messy, rhythmic bursts while Luke’s fingers never stopped moving inside her, milking every last shudder from her body until she was left gasping and dripping against the wall.

Once she settled, Luke said, "I hope this will help you for the time being."

And with that, he left her there, kneeling on the floor and watching him leave.

However, just as he has stepped out of the kitchen,

"Luke,"

She called out.

He turned and found her on the floor, hips raised high and her front pressed on the floor as she swayed her ass invitingly.

"...." Agh, what kind of woman he has turned her into?