4. The Bastard Chef

I was surprised to hear his words but my heart seemed to want to challenge his words which seemed to belittle me. I drew closer to him with my hands on my hips.

"I'm 30 years old and you're 28 years old, what can you satisfy from a senior like me?" I said while bringing my face closer to his, which was only a few centimeters apart. I could even feel his breath because our lips were so close, almost touching, and I kept looking into his eyes. looked at my lips, then,

Without warning, his big hand grabbed the nape of my neck and immediately kissed my lips passionately until I fell backward because he was balancing on him. Slowly I enjoyed the hot kiss, I thought I liked it. I returned the kiss while playing with my tongue with him, showing him that I was smarter than him.

But unexpectedly, his hands were actively exploring my body... slipping into my dress, squeezing my buttocks. So hard that I wanted to scream but was prevented from doing. Because his lips continued to press against mine, making me speechless.

After that, his other hand began to penetrate my breast which was not covered in a bra, and squeezed it slowly, playing with the small bulge there until I felt something that I never got from my husband, sexual desire.

My husband never does anything like that and he just goes straight to the point, what he wants. The feeling of pleasure made me puff out my chest with my eyes closed and it didn't stop there. He started to dare to explore my feminine area and put my underwear aside without opening it.

"Aghhh—" The moan escaped my lips when his finger penetrated and circled inside, then I felt an incomparable pleasure. Made me jump and he silenced my mouth again which wanted to scream with his tight kiss.

When his hard rod thrust forcefully into mine, which was probably small for him. He pumped hard and didn't care about the strong grip of my hand on his shoulder and my body yearned even more.. .yearned for release.

Because he is bigger than my husband's, the pain left over from last night still hasn't gone away and the added pressure of this large blunt object makes me confused. I felt pleasure and pain at the same time.

He continued to throw insult after insult, even between sighs, we continued to insult and corner each other. Although maybe we feel this pleasure together.

"How is it, Madam?"

"You bastard!"

"But you like it, don't you?"

It can't be denied that he can make me dizzy. My mouth could say no but my body wants more. His eyes were full of great passion. His lips continued to roughly crush my lips and his hands squeezed my ass very hard.

"Ah, shit! You're too much!" I said in a trembling voice, and my eyes glared at him sharply. My hands gripped his hard shoulders. I was weak when his lips kissed my neck and shoulders. While our body shakes very hard.

"Because you lured me into doing it!" he answered with a cynical look and pushed his penis in even more until I felt a sharp jolt touching the base. I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth again with his lips. This hurts!

"Fuck you, eghhhh" I cursed while closing my eyes. My sharp pointed nails gripped tightly through his white shirt.

"Yes i fuck you this and this is so fucking delicious! Can you withdraw what you said earlier, ma'am, hmmm," he said. We stared at each other in annoyance, our lips quivering.

I've been talking sighing and continuing to moan. He continued to kiss and lick the neck to the ear, which is a woman's sensitive point. He probably hasn't done this with a woman in a long time. He was like a lion that was hungry and thirsty for a woman's body.

"I want out Madam, inside or outside"

"Up to you... ahgh" I said not caring. I also can't stand anymore. A burst of warm white lava flooded my womb. I was weak but tried to show him that I could survive the rough touch he was giving me.

He lowered one of my legs that was around his waist, pulling out his own and I felt lost, loose, and empty. I staggered, he grabbed my waist then I roughly pushed his hand away.

"You—" while still panting for breath, I tried to speak. Glaring sharply at him but he didn't feel intimidated. His hands were busy pulling his trousers back up. The sweat on his face made him even more handsome. Oh damn!

"Compare me with your husband, which is better. Me or him. Fire me after this, I don't mind. Because I want to prove that I'm good at this and you can never forget it this night!"

Fuck! There's nothing I can say because I'm tired, sick, sore. Confirming that my clothes and hair might not be neat anymore. I limped along. A little difficulty but all employees are still at the front.

When I opened the door, I bit my lips and pulled the roll of my hair until it hung down covering my neck which was being sucked by the bastard chef. Unlucky! Why is he so wildly enjoying my body?

I stood up straight and walked gracefully without seeing several people who were standing waiting for me to come out. I immediately called my driver to take me home via the back road. I can't possibly show myself again in a broken state like this.