POV: I needed his cock before dinner was even ready

I couldn't wait another second after he pulled me into the bedroom. Dinner forgotten, I dropped to my knees between his legs, heart racing as I wrapped my fingers tight around his thick cock. My eyes flutter closed while I lean in, lips stretching around the head, sliding him deep until he hits the back of my throat. I moan softly around him, sucking harder, owning every inch like the needy little slut I am right now. My bare tits brush his thighs as I bob faster, saliva dripping down my chin. This is why I dragged him away mid-cooking, because I needed to taste him, to feel him throb on my tongue until he fills my mouth.