Chapter 72: Ch72: Employee of the Week

Nyle lifted her into his arms, her warm thighs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms looped around his neck for perfect balance.

Each thrust lifted her a little, then let her body slide back down his cock with a low wet sound — the kind of sound you get when you compress air in your mouth and let it go.

*Schlick~*

"Heh... your cock... always feels different. It feels bigger... Is there any secret you hiding?" she asked in a low, husky tone.

"Yes my donut, there is. But some secrets are meant to be secret," said Nyle, and drove her down onto him again.

*Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap!*

Each drop of her hips met his thrust, her breasts dragged against his chest.

"Mnn... ahh~ ahH~ Ahn~ harder, Nyle," she begged, tickling his neck with her tongue.

Nyle patted her back gently, slow, like settling a baby. "It’s alright, baby. Daddy’s here to take care of your needs."

He shifted his grip under her ass and carried her two steps to the counter. Her back hit the cabinet with a dull thud.

A spoon rattled in the sink. He did not pull out. He only changed the angle, pinned her there, and started fucking up into her in short, heavy strokes.

*Plap! Plap! Plap!*

Her mouth fell open against his shoulder. One heel kicked the air. The other hooked harder around his waist.

"Ahh~ yes... just right there...! Anh~~!"

Lana let go of his neck with one hand and grabbed the counter.

Nyle leaned back enough to look down between them.

’What an amazing pussy she has... my cock is just vanishing inside her. Fuck, it’s making me even more horny,’ he thought.

He watched it happen again.

Pull. Push. Gone. Pull again. Push again. Gone.

"Look at me, master," Lana panted, her eyes soft with tears.

*Plap! Plap! Schlick~*

The kitchen held their heat. The air was thick with it — skin, sweat, sex. A wet slap answered every thrust.

Meanwhile, the kitchen door eased open on a quiet hinge.

Dover stopped in the frame. ’Lana?! What the fuck!’

His eyes went wide. For a second his brain refused the picture. Then it locked in anyway: his wife against the wall by the sink, legs around another man, mouth open, tears shining, saying words she had never used for him.

’I... I can’t believe it. My wife is cheating with the employee I hired a week ago. Seriously!’

From Dover’s angle he only got half the picture of her — the line of her back, one breast crushed to Nyle’s chest, her thigh hooked around him, and Nyle’s thick cock drawing in and out, shining, then vanishing into her again, deep, over and over.

Dover stared at that length and went still, jaw slack.

’How can someone be this big? It’s biologically impossible,’ Dover thought.

His gaze dropped to himself. Then back to Nyle. Then down again, helpless.

Even though he tried to look away, he couldn’t stop measuring. Jealousy hit him in a hot, ugly wave.

He gritted his teeth until they hurt, and still he watched his wife take every inch.

"It’s coming, it’s cumming... cumming...! Ngh!!!"

Lana’s moan broke apart, her jaw clenched, her whole body seized around Nyle’s cock, then let go.

Warm white fluid burst out of her in hard pulses, spraying down Nyle’s stomach and pattering on the kitchen tile.

*Squirt!!!꧂ Squirt~꧂ Squirt!!꧂ Squirt~꧂*

Nyle didn’t slam through it. He slowed, stayed deep, and rubbed her clit with two wet fingers like a wiper on a car windshield while she shook on him.

*Squirt!!꧂ Squirt!꧂*

The last of it spilled out of her in weaker jets as he kept working that sensitive spot.

Her breath hitching turned into small broken sounds she couldn’t swallow.

In the doorway, Dover could only stare — at the mess on the counter, at his wife coming apart, at the man who had made her do it.

The look on her face was the worst part. Blissful, broken torogao face. She looked like a different person, and the thought drove into him like a nail.

I see... I get it now.

His eyes narrowed on the scene. ’I thought my wife was happy because our donut shop was getting popular. But no. It’s all because of this employee.’

Memory flashed without asking.

Before Nyle joined Delicacy Donut: Lana at the table with her phone, jaw tight. She walked past him in the hall with no greeting. Nights she didn’t talk. Mornings she looked through him like the house was empty. Sometimes he would say her name twice before she even heard it.

But after Nyle’s first day on the job, that rare smile began showing up in ordinary hours.

And now Dover was watching the real reason behind it as she bounced on another man’s cock, tears still shining.

Suddenly the sharp sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder and louder. It grabbed his attention, and he peeked again through the narrow gap of the kitchen door.

"Ahnn~ Yes, give it to me, Master. Flood my pussy with your cum~" Lana moaned with a melted smile.

Nyle brushed her cheek with his thumb and murmured, "Your face looks a bit dry. I think you need nourishment first."

Lana didn’t say a word. Her tongue was out, warm breath on his face, mouth open, eyes half-lidded in a haze.

*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!!*

"Mmmhn! Ahh! Ahhn! Anh! F-fuck...!"

As he neared his release, he carefully dropped her onto her knees like a dog. Lana’s tongue stayed out, her hands cupped below her chin to collect the cum if it dripped, as if she didn’t want the floor to taste it.

Nyle’s breathing grew ragged, his heartbeat quickening as she made a lewd face, her eyes turning inward in a pleading gaze.

With the last few strokes, Nyle the Vinci grabbed his thick paintbrush and unleashed a generous amount of thick, creamy load across her face.

*Splurt!!!!꧂ Spurt!!!꧂ Splurt!!꧂ Splurt!꧂ *

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Task 1: Completed.

Reward: +2 Upgrade Points, +6 Trade coins, +1000Exp has been deposited.

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