What Happens at a Buffet… Part III

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What Happens at a Buffet…

Part III

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle




            Swallowing hard, he stared in disbelief at the only woman in the world who had the power to take him down with one word. He still wasn’t sure how’d she done it, training his poor misguided cock like this, but she had. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, all he needed was to hear that one word and he felt like he’d die if he didn’t have her.

            Giving him a knowing look, she turned around and walked up the stairs while he stood there, struggling to get control. He had questions for this woman and she would answer them. She’d been going behind his back for months now and…and…ummmm…

            A pained groan left him as he watched Zoe pause halfway up the stairs to pull off her shoes and gently toss them aside. She slowly started back up the stairs as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in a lacy lavender bra and jeans. By the time she made it to the landing she was shimmying out of her jeans and kicking them aside, revealing a pair of matching panties.

            Licking his lips hungrily, he found himself following after her as though he was in a trance. He tried to fight it, he really did, but he couldn’t, not when he knew what was waiting for him.

            Without a word, he followed her down the hallway, watching as she reached back and unhooked her bra. She held it out to the side and dropped it to the carpeted floor as she stepped inside their room. He wasn’t sure when he’d started removing him own clothing, but by the time he’d joined her in the bathroom he was already shoving his boxers off.

            “Are you mad at me?” Zoe asked as he watched as she pulled her panties down, bending over in the process and giving him a view that had him shifting anxiously behind her.

            “Huh?” was all he could manage and yeah, he was that fucking weak.

            “For going behind your back?” she asked in that same breathless tone that was normally reserved for when she was moaning his name, making it increasingly difficult to think.

            “No, no of course not,” he mumbled absently as he watched as she leaned over, giving him another view of heaven, as she started to fill the large garden tub. Her beautiful ass swayed back and forth as she adjusted the temperature and added bath salts to the water.

            “Are you sure?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder as she placed the small canister of bath salts back on the shelf.

            “Sure?” he asked, struggling to figure out what she was asking.

            The smile that she rewarded with made his hungry cock very happy. “Do you want to join me for a bath?” she asked as she carefully climbed in the large bath and sat back on her knees as she watched him with that sensual smile that told him exactly what she had in mind.

            Unable to respond at this point, he carefully stepped in the tub and sat on the edge of the tub without waiting to be asked. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Zoe ran her wet hands over his thighs, gently pushing them apart as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss right below his navel.

            “You’re sure that you’re not mad?” she whispered, pressing teasing little kisses down his stomach next to his eager cock that was demanding her attention as she slowly ran her hands over his thighs.

            He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a loud groan as she ran her hand over his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, robbing him of the ability to talk or think. Licking his lips, he spread his legs further apart, giving her room to torture him as he reached down and cupped one of her large breasts, earning a moan that had his cock twitching.

            He ran his fingers over the hard nipple begging for his attention and gave it a gentle tug as Zoe rubbed her cheek over the underside of his cock, pressing sweet little kisses along his shaft. By the time that he switched his attention the other breast Zoe was already tracing his cock with her tongue.

            “Fuck,” he groaned as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock.          

            He gently tugged on her nipple as he watched her take the tip in his mouth. She shifted on her knees as she slowly took him in her mouth, suckling on his cock even as she teased it with her tongue.

            This was fucking heaven, he thought as he cupped her cheek, encouraging her to keep going. It never ceased to amaze him just how fucking good her mouth felt on him. She knew what he liked, how he liked it and when to back off. So, when she pulled back after only a few minutes and shifted back, he knew exactly what she wanted next.

            Never taking his eyes off her, he reached over and shut the water off as moved off the edge and sat down in the large tub. He leaned back and shifted his legs closer as he took her hands and helped her climb on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him as she leaned in kissed him.

            “I missed this,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, making him chuckle.

            “It’s only been a few hours,” he reminded her, groaning as he thought about the way he woke her up this morning.

            She smiled against his mouth with a small chuckle. “I was talking about having the house to ourselves.”

            “It has been a while,” he agreed with a soft groan as she adjusted herself on his lap until she had her wet slit pressed against his cock.

            “I really missed this,” she said, shifting onto her knees as she reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his cock.

            “Me too,” he said, cupping her hips and helped steady her as she slowly slid down, impaling herself on his cock.

            A groan caught in his throat as he slid inside. God, she was so fucking wet and tight. She wrapped her arms around him tighter, pressing her breasts against his chest as she took him all the way. For a moment, she sat there, not moving as he kissed her and ran his hands all over her, enjoying the feel of the woman that he loved in his arms.

            He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life, kissing her and feeling her tight sheath wrapping around his-

            “They made a fucking list!” Jason suddenly yelled from downstairs, startling them both and reminding him of the reason that he’d taken the day off from work.

            He needed to deal with his wife.


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29 Responses to “What Happens at a Buffet… Part III”

  1. Lisa Zeigler says:

    Loved it and of course want more! Love the Bradford’s, the spouses, and children and the never ending quest for more food.

  2. Jennifer says:

    let me say I love every bit of the Bradford world you tease us with. I adore your writing it’s phenomenal, your description of characters, sounds and smells literally plays like a movie as I read your books. Thank you for sharing your talent

  3. Monica says:

    PLEASE write another book featuring these 4 nutcases. Jason, Hayle, Zoe, and Trevor are my favorite. I love them so! Lol.

  4. Amelie says:

    No disrespect to Jason and Haley, but Trevor and Zoe rule! I’ll happily read thousands upon thousands of pages of them … interacting. Sigh. 🙂

  5. jamie says:

    I enjoy these little teasers. However, I am craving to see some snippets of my other favorite characters. Like for Valentine’s day maybe we could get Jamie (Hollywood Hearts) teasing Nick out of his mind with chocolate body paint because it made is way to “the list”? Or what happens when Izzy gets her Valentine candy stolen by Kale (Pyte/Sentinel)?

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