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Authors: Megan Hart

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And he knew I'd be coming
in, Daisy th
ought as she watched Sonny
straighten up and lean back against the counter behind
him.

 

His dark hair, a little
too long for a fry cook, but just what a woman would love to run
her fingers through, hung just to his shoulders and swept off his
forehead. A s
mall scar bisected one black
eyebrow, but didn't take away from his searing good looks. He
grinned at her again. She could tell he knew what she was
thinking.

 

"You want me to tell you about my
specials tonight?"

 

Daisy looked over his
shoulder to the menu
chalked on the board.
"Looks like you've got chocolate pudding up there."

 

Sonny glanced at the board, then back
at her, spearing her like a shish-kabob with his stare. "Oh, we've
got that. But there's plenty of other stuff on the menu,
too."

 

Daisy had
a
n idea about what that other "stuff"
might be, but she asked anyway. "Why don't you tell me about them
then?"

 

Sonny began to count off his specials
on his long, strong fingers. "Well, for starters, we have some
really good...hot sausage."

 

Daisy made a
no
ise of appreciation. "Yum."

 

"We've also got thick, creamy
custard."

 

"That sounds delicious."

 

"You must be hungry, Miz Cooper,"
Sonny said. "'Cuz I swear you're looking at me like you'd like to
eat me right up."

 

"Are you on the menu,
Sonny?"

 

Sonny
cros
sed his muscled arms across his chest
and raised one brow at her. "Daisy Cooper, if I didn't know better,
I'd say you were coming on to me."

 

Daisy put a look of mock innocence on
her face. "Me?"

 

Now he leaned forward
again, this time so close to her face
she
could smell his aftershave. Something spicy and sweet, like the
taste of him. Daisy shivered and clamped her thighs together as her
clit buzzed and hummed.

 

"Would you like me to tell you what's
for dessert?"

 

She nodded, unable to
speak, her eyes loc
ked with his and her
mouth already salivating.

 

"Kumquats."

 

Daisy blinked. "What?"

 

Sonny, she didn't know how, kept a
straight face. "Kumquats."

 

Daisy burst into laughter. "Sonny,
you're such a goofball!"

 

In a second, moving so
fast he was like Superma
n without the
tights and the cape, he slid across the counter and landed beside
her. He twirled the stool and pulled her into his arms. Daisy
teetered on her Fuck-Me pumps, but Sonny steadied her as easily as
he could juggle a tray full of coffee cups.

 

"S
o I can't interest you in any slick--" He kissed her.
"--juicy--" He kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, his
tongue touching her lips. "--kumquats?"

 

Pressed against him, her
nipples rubbing his chest, Daisy had to remember to take a breath
before
she could answer him. "You were
right when you said I must be hungry. But I have a question
first."

 

He raised both eyebrows at
her and slid a denim-clad thigh between her legs. She balanced
there for a moment, her pussy already wet and aching as he
press
ed himself against her. Daisy bit
back a moan at the sensation.

 

"What's your question?"

 

"Your sign says 'All You Can
Eat.'"

 

His eyes twinkled and he
leaned in for another kiss, this time sweeping the inside of her
mouth with his talented tongue. "It sur
e
does."

 

"I hope you mean it," Daisy said.
"Because I aim to eat quite a bit of tonight's special."

 

With that challenge, Daisy
pushed Sonny back a few steps until his ass hit the edge of the
booth behind him. Daisy unbuckled his belt, whipped it open,
pu
lled down his zipper and yanked his
jeans off his hips. Seemed she had a little bit of super-hero
inside her, when she wanted it.

 

Now Sonny lay back on the
white Formica tabletop, his pants down around his ankles and his
cock thrusting upward into the air
. He
rested his head on one arm and looked at her. Sonny put his free
hand on his cock, offering it to her, and Daisy didn't need to be
asked twice.

 

The table was just the
right height. If she put her hands on either side of Sonny's hips
and stood between
his thighs, she could
bend at the waist and take him entirely into her mouth. He groaned
when she did, and the sound of his pleasure made her pussy jump and
contract with another wave of desire. Hot damn, Daisy loved doing
this for Sonny. His cock was long and thick, but not too long, or
too thick. Just like his apple pie, Sonny's prick was
cinnamon-scented perfection.

 

She took him as deeply as
she could, all the way down, until her nose was buried in the thick
tuft of dark curls surrounding the base of h
is shaft. Then upwards she stretched, high on her stiletto
heels, to suck on just the tip of his dick while his hips leaped.
Down again, one hand on his balls, rubbing that magic seam that
made him hop like water on a hot griddle.

 

She stroked his prick
wi
th her hand while she moved down to lick
and suck the tender flesh of his testicles. She flicked them fast,
then slow, licking and nuzzling while she continued to stroke his
penis in the rhythm she knew he loved.

 

Within moments, his balls
tensed and warme
d beneath her tongue and
fingers. His cock was so stiff she'd have bet anything he could
have made holes in sugar doughnuts with it. Hmmm. Sugar. That would
be good.

 

Moving her mouth back up
to caress his erection, Daisy groped for the sugar container
on
the table. She sprinkled the sweet
white crystals on his wet penis and then dove down to lick them
off, while Sonny let out a shout and bucked so fiercely she thought
he was going to throw her right off.

 

"What?" Daisy looked up
and licked the sugar off he
r lips. "You
didn't like that?"

 

Sonny was breathing hard, his dark
hair mussed and damp with sweat. "Damn, woman. I'm about to explode
like a can of soup in the microwave."

 

Daisy locked his gaze and
very slowly, very deliberately, sprinkled more sugar on
top of his stiff prick. Then, tongue out, she
licked him from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his
cock, before sinking her mouth down on him again and sucking him
free of the sweet powder.

 

Sonny groaned. His hands
clutched at the tabletop
. Daisy's pussy
was so wet her thighs slid together when she moved her mouth up and
down on his cock. Her clit rubbed the front of her lace panties,
and she moved her hips back and forth as she sucked him, pushing
her clit against the material with just enough pressure to keep her
hot without sending her spiraling into climax. That would be
Sonny's job.

 

"Daisy..." Sonny made a gasp, like he
was fighting for breath. "I'm...wait."

 

She slid her mouth off,
though it pained her greatly to leave that sweet
trea
t. "What?"

 

Sonny pushed himself until he sat up.
His penis brushed his firm, ridged belly, sticky with sugar and her
saliva. Daisy reached for it, but he put his hand over hers to stop
her from stroking him.

 

"I'm hungry, too," he said.

 

"Oh." Daisy
swall
owed. Hard.

 

All at once, her knees
felt weak and she wobbled again on her high heels. Sonny held her
tight and kept her still. Then he scooted himself off the edge of
the table and twisted her until now she was the one with her ass on
the Formica and her
thighs spread wide
open.

 

"You have got to be the finest woman
in this whole fucking world," Sonny said matter-of-factly as he
pushed Daisy down on the table. "Look at you. I want to taste every
single part of you."

 

She heard the sound of him
kicking off
his boots, then watched as he
bent to shuck off his jeans. Next, he stripped out of his white
T-shirt and stood before her in all his naked glory, hands on his
hips. He gave her that grin again, and it was a damn good thing she
was already on her back, because Sonny's smile made Daisy feel a
little faint.

 

He put his hands on the
soft knit of her skirt and inched it up over her thighs, exposing
her white lace panties to his view. Daisy knew she didn't imagine
the way his stare darkened when he looked betwee
n her legs. Sonny licked his lips and ran a hand across his
forehead.

 

Then he looked up at her, the sexy
grin, for once, gone. His face was serious as he searched her eyes.
"I do mean that, Daisy. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever
laid eyes on."

 

Her heart thumped at his
words, but he didn't give her any chance to return the compliment,
because he pressed one gentle finger to her clitoris where it
pushed up out of the lace. He traced a circle on it while she
moaned. A little faster his finger went
,
still in that same circular pattern.

 

Daisy watched his face as
he concentrated on her pleasure. The sight of him enjoying how much
he was pleasing her made her pussy contract again in what she
always thought of as a "pre-gasm." This was why she loved
be
ing with Sonny, why she made it a point
to stop in at the Come and Go Diner every chance she could. Sonny
made love to her not just like she was the most beautiful woman in
the world...but like she was the only woman in the
world.

 

Sonny now bent and put
h
is mouth to the jutting bump of her clit.
His lips closed over her through the fabric and he suckled gently.
She came, right then, right there, just from his kiss on her bead.
Sparks of ecstasy arced through her, set her on fire, until she was
lit up like that neon sign outside, flashing.

 

He didn't wait for her to
come down. He hooked his thumbs into the wispy strings that held
her panties across her hips and pulled the scrap of material away.
Sonny spread her thighs, still jumping and twitching from her
f
irst orgasm. Then he bent back to lick
her bare flesh. He found her button with his tongue, rolled it,
suckled it, then licked at it again.

 

At last he gave her what
she'd been craving since she walked in tonight. Sonny slid one
finger inside her and press
ed upward. The
pressure of his mouth bore down on her from above, and his finger
from inside, until she thought she might scream from the sensation.
In and out, he slid inside her, fucking her with first one finger,
then two. He spread her while he ate her, sucked her, licked and
nibbled and stroked her.

 

Daisy was flying again.
Her second orgasm rippled out to her legs, her belly, her arms,
down to her toes and up to her ears. She lifted her hips to meet
Sonny's thrusts and was rewarded with another
climac
tic bolt of pure, sweet,
unadulterated pleasure.

 

When she was able to breathe again,
she looked up to find him staring down at her. The grin was back.
His cock bobbed as he watched her.

 

"I don't think that was on
the menu." Daisy sat up and moved to the
edge of the table so she could pull him down to her for a
kiss. "But I'm glad you served it to me anyway."

 

Sonny's hands tangled in her hair.
"Still can't convince you on the kumquats, can I?"

 

Daisy giggled and gave him
her tongue, which he sucked gently
and
sent shivers of pleasure tripping down her spine. "No kumquats. But
I didn't figure you for a liar, Sonny Dean."

 

That gorgeous face creased with
confusion. "Liar?"

 

Fixing him with a serious
look, Daisy took his hands and put them on her breasts.
"Th
e sign out there says 'all you can
eat.' I don't think I'm quite finished yet."

 

Sonny's chocolate chuckle oozed over
her body and made her wiggle on the chilly Formica tabletop. "I
guess I could use a little more sugar myself."

 

He put his hands beneath
h
er ass and lifted her. It must have been
difficult for him to walk with her into the back room, what with
his lips locked on hers and all, but Sonny made it without even
stumbling. He kicked the door shut behind him, hitched her up a
little higher on his belly and urged her to wrap her legs more
tightly around his waist.

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