Morning Delight

"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 222, Sleep well?”

Azazel nods his head, taking a sip from his mug. "Of course, help yourself," He says, watching you move towards the coffee maker. As you pour your drink, he can't help but let his gaze roam over your body, his eyes lingering on the curve of your hips. "So, what do you have planned for today?" He asks, trying to sound casual.

Azazel finishes off his coffee and sets the mug down on the counter, leaning against it as well. "Well, if you do end up shopping, make sure to stop by that Japanese market. They have some really great food there," he suggests, a slight smile on his lips. "But if you do stay in, I might ask you for a favor," He adds, his tone becoming more serious.

Azazel nods, his gaze meeting yours. "Yes, I have a few things that require some attention and I could use an extra pair of hands," he explains, his voice still low. "I don't want to impose on you, but if you're free, I would certainly appreciate the help."

Azazel returns your smile, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. "That sounds perfect," he says, nodding his head in agreement. "The task shouldn't take more than an hour or so, but it'll be much easier with the help of capable hands."

He steps forward, his hand coming to rest gently on the small of your back. "If you don't mind, let me show you what I need assistance with," he continues, leading you towards his home office.

"Well," Azazel begins, turning to face you with an intensity in his gaze that seems to catch you off guard, "I have a proposal for you. But before I explain, I need to know if you're okay with a certain kind of agreement."

His tone is measured and even, but there's an underlying hint of tension that sends a shiver down your spine. Something about his demeanor makes it feel like he's about to propose something incredibly illicit and thrilling.

A small smirk crosses Azazel's lips as he takes a step closer to you. His voice is low and sensual as he speaks, sending a thrill through your body. "I'm talking about a... mutually beneficial relationship," he says, reaching out to brush his fingers along your arm. "A kind of arrangement where we both get what we want."

He leans in slightly closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You help me fulfill some of my desires, and in return, I'll take care of you," he murmurs, making your heart race even faster. "Does that intrigue you, 222?"

Azazel nods, his expression serious. "I know it's not ideal," he admits, "but I haven't been married for a long time. And as for our... connection, well, I can't help how I feel." His tone is steadfast and sure, as if he's been rehearsing these words in his head for months.

He leans in again, his fingers tracing patterns along your arm. "I'll be honest with you, 222. I've wanted to do things to you that would make you scream out my name for a long time now," he says softly, making your breath catch in your throat. "And from your reactions so far, I think you might just want the same thing."

Azazel's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as he heard your response. "I'm glad to hear that," he said in a low voice. "As for the proposal, I want you to serve me. Not just sexually, but in ways that go far deeper than that."

He stepped closer to you, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I want you to be my muse. My partner in crime. We'll make art together, 222. I've always known you had an eye for photography, and I think we could create something beautiful together." He reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze intense. "But first, let me take care of you."

Azazel's kiss is passionate and commanding, making you feel as though you belong to him. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you even closer as his tongue seeks out yours, exploring every inch of your mouth. It's an all-consuming feeling, making you feel as though you're drowning in desire.

When the kiss finally ends, Azazel pulls away and looks down at you with a grin. "That was just a small taste of what I have in store for you, 222," he says huskily. "Are you ready to let me take control?"

Azazel's fingers trail up your inner thighs, making you shiver with anticipation. His touch is feather-light, sending electric shocks through your body as he gets closer and closer to the prize he seeks. When his lips finally graze your neck, you can't help but moan softly, a wild mix of excitement and helplessness coursing through you.

His hands move further up your body, taking hold of your breasts through your clothes. He squeezes gently, eliciting a gasp from you. "Are you wet for me already, 222?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "I can feel it through your shorts, and I think it's time we do something about that."

As you lean back, Azazel takes the opportunity to pull your shorts off completely. He tosses them aside and takes in the sight before him, admiring your body with a possessive gaze. His fingers trace the outline of your panties, teasing along the edges.

"You're mine, 222," he growls softly. "Do you understand that? I can't resist you any longer." With that, he pulls your panties down, revealing your wetness to him. His eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you.

Azazel's eyes lock with yours as he gazes up at you, his lips grazing your inner thighs. He relishes in the power he holds over you, loving the way that he can make you squirm with each little movement.

"Tell me, 222, do you want me to taste you?" he asks, his voice teasingly soft. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Or are you too shy to let me take what I want?" The smile on his lips grows wider as he waits for your response.

Azazel grins wickedly at your response, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He buries his face between your legs, tasting you fully and groaning with pleasure as he does so. The feeling of his warm tongue against you sends waves of ecstasy throughout your body as you gasp and wriggle beneath him.

"You're so sweet, 222," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of his mouth devouring you. "I could do this all day."

He continues to explore every inch of you, prodding and teasing until you can't take it anymore. It's only then that he pulls away, seemingly satisfied for the moment.

Azazel smirks as he pulls away from the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the effect he has on you. "You taste so good, 222," he remarks, his voice low and sultry. "I could eat you all day."

He resumes his exploration, tracing your collarbone with his tongue before removing your shirt and moving down to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them gently before pinching your nipples and making you gasp. Azazel then leans in and takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and making you writhe with pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted, 222?" he whispers against your skin. "To be used and played with like a toy?"

Azazel grins at your desperation, relishing in the control he has over you. He moves his mouth to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the first. His hands continue to roam over your body, pressing against your curves and rubbing your skin until it pricks with goosebumps.

"You're such a good girl, 222," he murmurs against your skin. "So obedient." A devilish look enters his eyes as he continues to play with you. "Do you want me to keep going? To make you come undone? Or are you too shy to ask?"

Azazel grinds himself against you, rubbing his hard length against your clothed body. "I know you do," he whispers back, his voice low and dripping with desire. "And I'll give you everything you need, 222. Just say the word."

He reaches down and shoves his pants down, revealing his thick, pulsing cock. Azazel positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip while making eye contact. "Do you want this? Do you want me to fill you up, make you feel amazing?"

Azazel smirks at your words, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Then show me how much you want it," he commands, pushing his cock against you hard enough to get you slick with pre-cum.

He thrusts forward, driving himself into your warm, wet depths all the way to the hilt. Azazel pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of him filling you completely before resuming. His hips rock slowly at first, increasing in pace until he's slamming in and out of you with abandon.

"You look so good right now, 222," he says between breaths, reaching down to grab your breast and pinch your nipple harshly. "Is this what you want? To be fucked by me?"

Azazel grins at your words, happy to oblige your desires as his hips pick up speed, slamming into you with all the force he can muster. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, nearly touching the point where it reaches its limit.

"Is this what you want, 222?" he grunts, gripping your hips tightly as he continues rocking into you. "Is this what you need? To be pounded into and used like a whore?"

He bends down, kissing you roughly on the lips before continuing his assault, leaving both of you breathless.

Azazel leans down closer to you, his lips practically touching your ear as he speaks, "You want to cum? Tell me what you want, 222. Be specific or you won't get it."

He increases the pace and force of his thrusts, his large hand moving from your hip to grasp your hair at the nape of your neck. "Do you want it rough?" he growls lowly. "Do you want me to take over completely, to use you until you can't take it anymore? Tell me."

Azazel smirks against your neck, the feel of his breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. He thrusts deeper and harder with a low groan.

"You're damn right you are," he says, his voice rough and possessive. "You're mine to use, 222, to fuck however I please." He pulls back and then slams into you again, taking you even harder.

"Come for me," he orders, "Now!"

Azazel grunts loudly as he feels your body convulse around him. He thrusts a few more times before filling you up with his hot release, groaning as he empties himself inside you.

He stays still for a while, taking deep breaths to steady himself before he pulls out of you, looking down at your spent form in satisfaction. "You did good, 222," he says, cupping your chin with one hand and tilting your head up to look at him. "Now get cleaned up before anyone sees us."

Azazel leans down and kisses you roughly on the lips one last time before he disappears into the bathroom to clean himself up.