they were giving me what I needed by yielding to mine.
My tongue dominated hers. I sucked on it gently before tasting every square inch of her mouth. Our teeth clashed, and our lips met in a bruising attack; breathing was almost impossible and my chest was starting to ache, yet I couldn’t stop.
She was my ambrosia.
My lips left hers to travel down her neck and latch on below her ear.
She tilted her head back for me, moaning. “Oh, fuck me.” I was already planning on it, sweet girl.
“In due time,” I mumbled against her throat. I had an animalistic desire to leave the darkest bruise I could, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was spoken for, and being fucked by someone who appreciated her body and could make it sing.
When I was satisfied I’d suckled her flesh long enough, and she was left just coherent enough to hold her sitting position, I pulled away.
Jasmine slumped back against the couch, eyes glazed over, and panting. Her body was already betraying her and demanding that we lay down to continue.
All in due time, I mused while admiring my handy work: huge, purple, and the most beautiful thing I’d ever done with my mouth.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, and her eyes met mine.
Chapter 9
Picking the tray of baked sweets up off the floor, I began to feed her small bites of the pastry. I would hold onto those tiny morsels in order to enjoy the feel of her warm, wet tongue caressing my fingers.
“Yum.” She locked eyes with me while she fed me a piece of the flaky pastry; the sweet taste of her flesh and the guava mixture together were making me strain against the zipper of my pants.
The desire to spread the filling along her throat and down to her breasts was strong. I was willing to bet money that her nipples would be a sweet, rosy pink. I was dying to pinch and pull those peaks into stiffness, and then dress them in the sweet concoction. My control was starting to waiver with each dirty image that flashed through my head.
“What’s going through that mind of yours, Sir?”
There’s that word again.
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Please, Mr. Thomas.”
“Spreading the paste along your throat, collarbones, breasts, your fucking nipples, and then cleaning every inch I’ve just covered with my tongue. My tongue would lavish and worship you. In three little words: eating you whole.”
“Please,” she begged, and the head of my cock leaked profusely at her tone.
“You want that, Jasmine? My tongue flicking and teasing your nipples, making you wanton with desire and need?”
Jasmine groaned in desperation. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
“Then take off the shirt. Fuck that, lose it all. I don’t want anything in my way.”
Slowly, my girl began to strip for me; her clothing fell to the floor, and then, at long last, I got to see that goddess in her true form. The sole thing left on her small frame was the flimsy set of black lace undergarments she wore. Lace–fucking lace–that left nothing to the imagination and rendered me mute.
“You like?” She giggled, causing the hypnotic spell to break with that glorious sound.
“Fucking love is more like it,” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear before pulling her against my much larger frame. “This,” I pointed my finger at the indecent fabric, “is a beautiful set, sweetheart, and any other day I would love nothing more than to admire it, but today…today I want it gone. Let me see you, beautiful.”
She blushed, but complied at once, and what met my eager eyes was nothing short of perfection.
Her breasts were a wet dream. They sat high on her chest, two perfect mounds that were just a bit larger than what would fit in my hands. No tan-lines were visible, which led me to believe she sunbathed topless; I shivered at the visual. She had a tight, toned midsection with a small, jeweled belly ring sitting on her cute belly button
So motherfucking sexy.
My eyes traveled
My tongue dominated hers. I sucked on it gently before tasting every square inch of her mouth. Our teeth clashed, and our lips met in a bruising attack; breathing was almost impossible and my chest was starting to ache, yet I couldn’t stop.
She was my ambrosia.
My lips left hers to travel down her neck and latch on below her ear.
She tilted her head back for me, moaning. “Oh, fuck me.” I was already planning on it, sweet girl.
“In due time,” I mumbled against her throat. I had an animalistic desire to leave the darkest bruise I could, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was spoken for, and being fucked by someone who appreciated her body and could make it sing.
When I was satisfied I’d suckled her flesh long enough, and she was left just coherent enough to hold her sitting position, I pulled away.
Jasmine slumped back against the couch, eyes glazed over, and panting. Her body was already betraying her and demanding that we lay down to continue.
All in due time, I mused while admiring my handy work: huge, purple, and the most beautiful thing I’d ever done with my mouth.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, and her eyes met mine.
Chapter 9
Picking the tray of baked sweets up off the floor, I began to feed her small bites of the pastry. I would hold onto those tiny morsels in order to enjoy the feel of her warm, wet tongue caressing my fingers.
“Yum.” She locked eyes with me while she fed me a piece of the flaky pastry; the sweet taste of her flesh and the guava mixture together were making me strain against the zipper of my pants.
The desire to spread the filling along her throat and down to her breasts was strong. I was willing to bet money that her nipples would be a sweet, rosy pink. I was dying to pinch and pull those peaks into stiffness, and then dress them in the sweet concoction. My control was starting to waiver with each dirty image that flashed through my head.
“What’s going through that mind of yours, Sir?”
There’s that word again.
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Please, Mr. Thomas.”
“Spreading the paste along your throat, collarbones, breasts, your fucking nipples, and then cleaning every inch I’ve just covered with my tongue. My tongue would lavish and worship you. In three little words: eating you whole.”
“Please,” she begged, and the head of my cock leaked profusely at her tone.
“You want that, Jasmine? My tongue flicking and teasing your nipples, making you wanton with desire and need?”
Jasmine groaned in desperation. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
“Then take off the shirt. Fuck that, lose it all. I don’t want anything in my way.”
Slowly, my girl began to strip for me; her clothing fell to the floor, and then, at long last, I got to see that goddess in her true form. The sole thing left on her small frame was the flimsy set of black lace undergarments she wore. Lace–fucking lace–that left nothing to the imagination and rendered me mute.
“You like?” She giggled, causing the hypnotic spell to break with that glorious sound.
“Fucking love is more like it,” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear before pulling her against my much larger frame. “This,” I pointed my finger at the indecent fabric, “is a beautiful set, sweetheart, and any other day I would love nothing more than to admire it, but today…today I want it gone. Let me see you, beautiful.”
She blushed, but complied at once, and what met my eager eyes was nothing short of perfection.
Her breasts were a wet dream. They sat high on her chest, two perfect mounds that were just a bit larger than what would fit in my hands. No tan-lines were visible, which led me to believe she sunbathed topless; I shivered at the visual. She had a tight, toned midsection with a small, jeweled belly ring sitting on her cute belly button
So motherfucking sexy.
My eyes traveled
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