There once was a very rich Scottish man in his 30's who needed a new personal chef. His taste for the exquisite was seemingly unquenchable although he was not ready to give up yet, try another chef his internal voice said. So he did and as she walked in, he knew he was hungry for something other than food. He was hungry for her. Her lips were plump and cherry red. He could tell she was nervous from the way she bit her lip. How he wanted to kiss those lips, to see if they tasted like cherries. Instead of planning out the best move in his head he shook off all inhibition and instantly kissed her. As tingles went down his and her spines simultaneously, he could feel the taste of cherries all throughout his body. She moaned into the kiss, instantly giving in to his expert tongue. He pulled back ever so slightly to ask with his eyes if it was okay. She bit her lip and nodded her head. Her eyes begged him for more. He bent down and kissed her again, this time his hands drifted down her back. When they stopped at the small of her back, he slowly walked her back to the set of cabinets behind her. When she hit it with the backs of her heels, his hands went lower and he lifted her onto the counter as if she were just a feather. He stood between her legs and only stopped kissing her long enough to catch their breaths. Then he slowly and sensuously kissed her again with all the fire she had ignited in him. She wove her fingers in his firey red, mid-back length, straight with a few waves, hair and admired the soft, supple, silky texture running through her fingers like cool water on a hot summer day. She smiled into the kiss and pulled his hair gently and was rewarded with an animalistic growled moan from the man devouring her very escense with his soft, firm lips and his warm wet tongue. He loved how much she wanted this, almost as much as he did. He kissed her harder and started ripping her clothes from her body, tearing them to shreds. She moaned and pulled away, panting and trying to regain her breath as she shredded his clothing with her nails. He started kissing down her neck then, just as he reached her collarbone, he spun her around and grabbed her ass hard. He started kissing down her spine and bit her ass when he was done. She hissed out a moan and turned back around to pull him back to her mouth only to have him kiss the outer lips of her p***y. She moaned so low and loud he thought he might have hurt her. When he saw her mouth parted and her eyes closed he lifet one of her legs gently and put it over his shoulder. He then attached his mouth to the feast infront of him. When she had come back down from her fourth orgasm he finally shoved is dimond hard d**k as far and as fast into her as he could. She screamed as her fifth orgasm hit her from that movement alone. As he started to thrust in and out of her as hard and as fast as he could go, she gripped his hips with her thighs and his back with her nails. It wasn't until she dug her teeth into his shoulder that he came hard in her. They fell to the floor, with her on top, in a pile of sweat covered flesh. When she could move, she lifted herself enough so she could look at his face. "I'm Relisa by the way." "I'm Jamie." They kissed again then layed back down. For the next month they f****d on every surface of his penthouse.