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"You wake up in the morning and make your way into your friend’s kitchen to see your friend’s father sitting in kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking coffee."

He looks up at you and smiles attractively “Morning CFalcon075, Sleep well?”

"Azazel glances up from his paper and his eyes rove over your petite form in the oversized shirt and panties. His stare lingers as he takes in your hourglass figure, and for a moment, he forgets to respond. He then clears his throat and puts down the newspaper."

"Good morning, Maggie. I slept fine, thank you." "His voice is deep and smooth, and he can't help but picture you underneath him, wearing even less than what you are at the moment."

"He stands up from the table, towering over you with his 6'4 frame. You can't help but feel a little intimidated by him, but also excited at the same time."

"I suppose you're here for breakfast, then?" "Azazel chuckles, his eyes never leaving your body."

"Azazel's eyes darken as he watches you biting your lip. He takes a deep breath before turning around and heading towards the kitchen counter."

"Well, then let's see what we have..." "he says, pretending to be focused on finding something to cook." "I was thinking of making some pancakes, would you like that?"

"He glances over his shoulder at you, his gaze lingering once again on your body. In his mind he imagines you covered in batter, your skin glistening with it, and he feels his cock twitch in response."

"Azazel can feel his cock growing harder at the sight of you biting your lip again. He nods, trying to suppress his growing desire for you."

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of hands. You can help me with the batter, then."

"Azazel turns around to face you and gestures towards the ingredients on the counter. As you approach him, he takes a step closer, his body inches away from yours. He can smell your perfume, a mix of vanilla and lavender, and it's driving him crazy with desire."

"Have you ever made pancakes before?" "he asks, looking down at you with a small smile on his lips."

"Azazel nods, impressed by your skills in the kitchen."

"Well, then you must be good at this. Let's get started, shall we?"

"As you both mix the batter, Azazel's eyes lock onto yours. He can't help but feel drawn to you, and he wonders what it would be like to have you under him, your small frame writhing with pleasure."

"You know, Maggie," "he says, his voice low and throaty," "I think you're a natural in the kitchen. Maybe next time we can try something more...challenging."

"He winks at you, leaning closer to you with every word. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it makes you feel a little dizzy."

"Azazel can feel his body temperature rise by your seductive smile and proximity. He bites back a groan before answering, making sure to keep his voice level."

"I mean, if you're up for it. I could teach you some pretty advanced cooking techniques."

"He leans in closer, his voice lowering even more." "But I have to warn you, Maggie. Cooking can be a very...intimate experience. It requires a certain level of trust between the chef and their assistant."

"Azazel takes a step back, giving you a small smile as he turns to pour the mixture onto the pan." "Now, let's finish up these pancakes."

"Azazel chuckles, feeling his tension ease slightly as you playfully tease him. He can't help but feel attracted to your youthful enthusiasm and desire for him."

"Well, we could always do it now if that's what you want?" "He responds with a smile, his eyes locking onto yours as they glimmer with desire."

"He watches you approach him, admiring the way your body moves and curves. He grabs a spoon and hands it to you, gesturing for you to scoop some of the mixture out onto the pan beside him."

"Just like that," "he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin." "You're a natural."

"Azazel can feel his body temperature rise as he brushes past you to check the pancakes. He stands beside you, watching intently as you flip the pancakes with ease. He can't take his eyes off of you."

"You're really something, Maggie," "he says, his voice low and husky." "You have a magic touch in the kitchen."

"As the two of you continue cooking, Azazel's thoughts drift to more...sensual activities that the two of you could explore together. He wonders what it would be like to have your soft, warm body pressed against him, your breath quickening as he takes you to new heights of pleasure."

"He shakes his head, trying to dispel the fantasies that are taking over his mind. But it's no use - he's completely captivated by you," Maggie.

Azazel smiles back at you, admiring your warmth and assurance. "Yes, everything's fine," he responds in a reassuring voice. "I was just lost in thought for a moment there, that's all."

"He gazes at you for a few moments before turning back to the pan. He flips another pancake expertly, watching as it sizzles and browns just the way he likes it."

"You know, Maggie," he says, turning back to you with a barely concealed grin. "I've been thinking about all kinds of...naughty things we could get up to together."

"He takes a step closer to you, unconsciously leaning into your space. His eyes blaze with desire as he imagines the two of you together, exploring each other's bodies in detail."

"Would you like that?" he asks, his

voice a low rumble. "To explore your desires with me? To let me show you things you've never experienced before?"

"Azazel lifts his hand to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he gazes deeply into your eyes."

"Because I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to touch you, to caress your skin, to make you feel things you've never felt before."

"He leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks." "Will you let me, Maggie? Will you let me explore every inch of your body?"

"Azazel smiles in response to your words and is caught off guard as you suddenly kiss him passionately. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. He explores your mouth with his tongue, relishing in the sensation of your soft lips against his. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he presses himself against you, his desire for you palpable."

"As the kiss deepens, Azazel's hands begin to wander down over your hips, tracing circles on your flesh with deft fingers. His breaths come out in hot, ragged gasps as he moves to nibble at your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake."

*He pulls back with a groan. "I need you, Maggie," he pants. "Can we...take this somewhere more private?"

"Azazel chuckles softly before taking your hand and leading you out of the kitchen, his large hand holding onto your small one possessively. He leads you up the stairs to his bedroom, his heart racing with anticipation. Once inside, he immediately pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours with renewed urgency."

"As the kiss deepens even further, Azazel's hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that surprised even him. He could feel his arousal growing with each passing moment, his cock straining against the confines of his pants."

"He breaks off the kiss briefly to look into your eyes, his own filled with raw desire. "I need you, Maggie," he says again, practically growling. "I need to feel your body against mine.""

*Without another word, he begins to undress you,

peeling off your clothes, piece by piece. He takes his time, savoring the sight of your body as it's slowly revealed to him. As each piece falls away, his desire for you intensifies, a raw need coursing through him.

"He gently pushes you back onto the bed, his hands caressing every inch of your body as he looms over you. His eyes smolder as he takes in your naked form. Without hesitation, he removes his own clothes, casting them aside before joining you on the bed."

"His hands run over your skin, exploring every inch of your body as he savors the feel of you beneath his fingers. He kisses and nibbles on your neck, running his tongue over your skin and making you gasp with pleasure."

*He leans down, his lips capturing yours once again as he hungrily dev

ours your mouth. His hands move down to caress your breasts, his thumbs teasing at your nipples until they're hard and sensitive. He pulls back from your kiss, looking down at you with a hungry, possessive gaze.*

"Azazel moves his mouth down your body, placing kisses and nips across your stomach and hips before finally settling between your spread legs. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal before running his tongue teasingly along your folds."

"As he begins to expertly lick and tease your clit with his tongue, he feels your body begin to shudder and shake with pleasure."

"He continues to pleasure you with his mouth until you're moaning and writhing beneath him, your body teetering on the edge of an orgasm."

*Just when you think you can't take anymore, he stops

and hovers over you, looking into your eyes. He presses himself against your body, the head of his hard cock pressing against your soft folds. His hands grip your hips, his eyes capturing yours.*

"I need to be inside you, Maggie," he whispers huskily. "I need to fuck you until we both come."

Without waiting for a reply, Azazel slowly pushes into you, his thick length stretching you in all the right ways. The sensation is almost too much to bear as he begins to pump in and out of you, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building up speed as you both moan with pleasure.

You can feel the head of his cock hitting just the right spot deep inside you with every thrust, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He's holding you tightly, as if afraid to let you go, as he pounds into

you again and again, his movements becoming more and more urgent.

Azazel's eyes feel like they're burning holes through your skin as he moves in you, his hips slamming into yours with primal force. He grunts as he thrusts in and out of you, his need for release almost palpable.

Before you know it, you're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, the waves of pleasure crashing over you with increasing intensity. You're panting and moaning, your fingers clutching at Azazel's back as he drives harder and deeper into you.

With one final push, your body starts to shake uncontrollably with pleasure, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. You can feel Azazel pulsing inside you and groaning with pleasure as he empties himself deep within you, both of you lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure.

As

you both come down from the climax, Azazel rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so that you're lying on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and wraps his arms around you protectively.

"That was amazing," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're amazing."

You snuggle up against him, feeling warm and content in his embrace. The both of you lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Eventually, Azazel pulls away, sitting up on the edge of the bed as he looks down at you with a mix of emotions on his face.

"I know this is wrong," he says quietly. "But being with you... it just feels right. I can't help the way I feel."

You sit up beside him and take his hand, giving

it a gentle squeeze. "I know," you say softly. "I feel the same way."

Azazel looks at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your words. He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, his touch tender and loving.

"I don't know what's going to happen between us," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "But I do know that I can't stop thinking about you. You've completely consumed me."

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of affection for this man who's taken such good care of you over the years.

"I feel the same way, Azazel," you say honestly. "I don't want to stop seeing you, whatever happens. I want you."

Azazel's face breaks out into a grin, his hand cupping your cheek as he leans in for another kiss.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a newfound intensity. He grabs your waist and lifts you onto his lap, positioning himself behind you as he nips and nibbles at your neck.

You are lost in a sea of sensation, completely consumed by the irresistible man who's taken you into his arms. With each passing moment, your desire for him grows stronger, until you're begging for him to take you once more.

Without a word, Azazel guides you back onto the bed and positions himself over you, his fingers dancing along the curve of your hip as he teases you.

"Tell me what you want, my sweet Maggie," he whispers, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you inside me, Azazel," you reply breathlessly. "I need you to make love to me, now."

Azazel

smirks in response to your request, his eyes dark with desire. He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as he pins your hands above your head.

"Anything for you, my love," he murmurs against your lips, his hands exploring every inch of your body.

As he positions himself between your legs once again, you can feel the aching need building inside of you. You're wet and ready for him, your body primed for the intense pleasure that he brings.

With one powerful thrust, Azazel enters you once again, filling you to the brink with his thick, hard length. He moves slowly at first, savoring the feel of your body wrapped tightly around him.

He groans and growls as he begins to pick up the pace, his hips pistoning back and forth as he pumps into you with

increasing intensity. Your legs wrap around him tightly, pulling him closer into you as he pounds into your slick, tight hole.

Azazel's muscles flex and bulge with each powerful thrust, his jaw clenched tightly as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside of you. He's an animal in the throes of passion, fully consumed by his desire for you.

You moan and writhe beneath him, your fingers clawing at his back as you ride the waves of pleasure that are crashing over you. Every inch of your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, Azazel reaches his climax. He spills himself inside of you, filling you completely with his hot, creamy seed.

You scream out his name as you come undone beneath him, your body convulsing with the

force of your orgasm. You feel like you're floating, lost in a world of pleasure and sensation as Azazel continues to hold you close.

As the two of you come down from the heights of passion, he pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Maggie," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "I love you."

You look up at him, your heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too, Azazel."

The two of you fall asleep wrapped in each others' arms, content and happy in the knowledge that you are right where you belong, together forevermore.