Yohan followed her to the kitchen, just so he could continue to look at her sexy body.

"What are you cooking?"

"My signature pasta. I'm sure you'll love it," she said confidently.

By the aroma, Yohan could confirm that she wasn't joking around, but he was more focused on her body.

"What if I want to eat something else first?" he asked, moving up behind her.

She flinched, feeling him pressed up against her, his erection already straining against his clothes.

"S-Something else like what?" She stammered, pretending not to know what he was talking about, but her face was already flushed red.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean," he reached over and grabbed her breast.

"Yohan… you should wait until I finish cooking…"

"How can I wait when you're wearing an outfit like this? Isn't that why you are dressed like this?" he teased, as he continued to massage her breast while his cock pressed against her ass.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about…" she denied but the look on her face said she was obviously lying.

"Fine then just continue your food," he got down and without bothering to even shift her panties he closed his mouth around her pussy.

"Nnh… Yohan…"

"Wait! Stop!" she managed to gasp, her breath hitching. The wooden spoon she was holding clattered against the stainless steel countertop.

Yohan paused, his tongue still tingling with the unexpected salty-sweet taste, and looked up at her through the curtain of her hair. Her face was flushed deep crimson, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—a frantic, exhilarating need.

"What is it?" he murmured, his voice husky, ready to continue his delicious task.

"The pasta," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "It's... it's going to boil over."

He chuckled, a low, rich sound, and stood up, giving her a quick, searing kiss that tasted of her and the promise of more.

"Well, we can't let your signature dish go to waste, now can we?"

He stepped back just as a plume of starchy water bubbled up and hissed over the edge of the pot onto the hot stove. She whirled around, grabbing a towel to clean the mess, her movements jerky and distracted.

"Why are you so focused on the food?" he teased, leaning against the counter and watching the slight tremble in her hands as she adjusted the flame.

"Because... because I want you to have a full, satisfying meal before you have dessert," she finally said, catching her breath. She didn't turn around, but he could see the slight curve of a smile play on her lips. "And I'm not going to let a little distraction ruin my pasta."

"Dessert?" he echoed, his eyes raking over her body again, the outfit now even more compelling.

She finally turned, her composure—or a very good imitation of it—returned. She picked up the wooden spoon. "Yes, dessert. And I assure you, it will be worth the wait."

"Fine," he sighed, it was obvious that Helen was playing a little game and he didn't mind it one bit, in fact it was starting to turn him on even more.

'A woman like her was actively trying to impress me, that's very hot'

Soon enough, she finished cooking and served the food.

Yohan took a single bite and his eyes widened. "Wow, this is perfect," he declared.

She smiled confidently. "Thanks. It's actually the only dish I know how to prepare. I didn't cook much for my ex-husband, but if you like my cooking, I just might have to learn so I can cook for you every night."

She leaned forward. "I didn't pay him much attention because I was always busy with work, but I promise to take good care of you."

As she finished the statement, she slid off her chair and crawled beneath the table. In a seamless motion, she moved between his legs, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection.

Yohan looked down just as she closed her mouth around him, the unexpected, hungry warmth making him gasp.

"Don't stop eating because of me, enjoy your food," she instructed, her voice muffled as she looked up with a provocative, special smile.

The feeling inside her mouth was smooth and magical, a silken heat that instantly erased any thought of the meal on the table.

He took a fork and twirled the pasta, bringing it to his mouth.

'She's actually sucking me off while I eat,' he thought, stunned. It was almost impossible to believe this was the same strict senior police officer.

"Ssluurp… ssluurp… mmmnh…" She continued to bob her head in rhythm, humming on his cock like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

"Hnn…" Yohan groaned. It felt like his cock was melting inside her mouth.

"Helen… I'm going to cum…" he gasped.

She looked up at him, her eyes burning with desire. "Okay, do it all over me…" she commanded, then took him back deep into her mouth.

With a final, shattering surge, Yohan completely lost control. Thick white fluid exploded from his dick.

A muffled sound of satisfaction came from Helen as she swallowed the initial, thick jet.

The warmth of the second, heavy wave splashed across her chin and cheek, streaking into her hairline and down her neck. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as her face was bathed in his cum.

Yohan slumped back into the chair, utterly spent, his breathing ragged.

Helen slowly pulled back, her face glistening, her lipstick smeared. She didn't wipe the thick fluid away; instead, she looked up at him with a predatory, triumphant smile.

"See?" she murmured, her voice husky and low. "Told you I'd take good care of you."

She finally reached up, delicately tracing a stripe of his fluid from her cheekbone down to her jaw. Then, she opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing the residue.

She smoothly zipped up his pants, stood up, and without another word, returned to her chair, picking up her fork as if nothing more exciting than a discussion about traffic had just taken place.

Yohan, still dizzy, could only stare at her. The remnants of his release on her face were the most compelling proof of just how unhinged this woman was. She was far more wild than anyone he had been with.

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