those tits and making her taut belly
flex in the process. She stretched her arms above her head and gave him the
smallest of knowing smiles.
“And it’s all for you, big boy,” she told him with a little
laugh.
His cock stirred. Getting her where he wanted to take her
without taking more for himself might be a challenge.
He stuck his finger in the frosting on the cake and touched
it to her bottom lip, then stretched his body over hers and sucked it off.
“Chocolate-covered Bree,” he observed, liking the way her mouth stayed open as
though she was waiting for him to kiss her again. “The finest delicacy known to
man.”
Her tongue stroked her lip as though she was looking for
remnants so he stuck his finger in the rich chocolate and slipped his finger
into her mouth. She watched his reaction as she sucked hard. The groan that
came out of him was unlike any sound he’d ever heard himself make before.
He dipped his finger again and swiped it along her neck,
then removed it with a slow lick. She slid her hands into his hair and sighed.
He went for the frosting once more and painted both of her nipples with it. The
grip she had on his hair tightened and her legs came up and tried to pull him
close. He made sure he got every single speck of sweetness off both, then went
back and double-checked his work.
He caught the leg of a chair with his foot and brought it
around, dropped a bigger finger-full into her bellybutton and watched with the
stiffness in his cock growing to aching as she sucked the remnants off his
fingers again. He sat and went to work licking the chocolate out of her navel
and she propped her arms under her head to watch. Then he lifted her legs and
rested her feet on his shoulders in case she had any doubts about where he was
heading after he was finished with her stomach.
Cooper slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. One arm
came alongside her body so he could cradle her breast, toy languidly with the
nipple that got even tighter when he rolled it gently between his fingers. The
fingers of his other hand touched the swollen, heated folds of her pussy and
her head dropped to the table with a thump. He chuckled into her bellybutton
and looked up as he wet his fingers and made wide, light circles around her
sex, brushing against her clit with each pass.
She whispered his name when he began a slow path down her
stomach with his mouth. Her fingers found his hair again when he licked her
from the sensitive skin between her openings, dipped his tongue inside the
slippery sweetness of her little cunt and stroked through her folds and over
her clit.
He did it again and she murmured a choked-sounding, “Oh shit.”
Again and the washboard of her stomach tightened as she
lifted her head to watch through those dreamy bedroom eyes of hers.
“You sure…you don’t…oh Jesus…want more… gah …” She
stopped trying to talk and her head fell back again when he planted a sucking kiss
on just the right spot.
“Were you going to say chocolate?” he asked, amused.
She nodded and her back arched up off the table as he
applied direct pressure to her tight little bundle of nerves with a slick
finger.
“Really, Bree,” he said in a mildly admonishing tone. “There
are some places chocolate just doesn’t belong.” He slipped his finger inside of
her and flicked her with his tongue, making the muscles in her thighs twitch.
“Some things taste perfect just the way they are,” he told her, pushing a second
finger into her and sucking on her harder.
He could get addicted to the way she sighed his name when he
was doing something she liked, he thought distractedly, the tip of his tongue
making teasing circles that were in turn making her moan. Her hands left his
hair and he watched them travel slowly up over her belly to her breasts. One
covered his and showed him how hard she wanted him to squeeze her while the
other did the job itself.
He suctioned his mouth over her and flicked harder. She
arched
flex in the process. She stretched her arms above her head and gave him the
smallest of knowing smiles.
“And it’s all for you, big boy,” she told him with a little
laugh.
His cock stirred. Getting her where he wanted to take her
without taking more for himself might be a challenge.
He stuck his finger in the frosting on the cake and touched
it to her bottom lip, then stretched his body over hers and sucked it off.
“Chocolate-covered Bree,” he observed, liking the way her mouth stayed open as
though she was waiting for him to kiss her again. “The finest delicacy known to
man.”
Her tongue stroked her lip as though she was looking for
remnants so he stuck his finger in the rich chocolate and slipped his finger
into her mouth. She watched his reaction as she sucked hard. The groan that
came out of him was unlike any sound he’d ever heard himself make before.
He dipped his finger again and swiped it along her neck,
then removed it with a slow lick. She slid her hands into his hair and sighed.
He went for the frosting once more and painted both of her nipples with it. The
grip she had on his hair tightened and her legs came up and tried to pull him
close. He made sure he got every single speck of sweetness off both, then went
back and double-checked his work.
He caught the leg of a chair with his foot and brought it
around, dropped a bigger finger-full into her bellybutton and watched with the
stiffness in his cock growing to aching as she sucked the remnants off his
fingers again. He sat and went to work licking the chocolate out of her navel
and she propped her arms under her head to watch. Then he lifted her legs and
rested her feet on his shoulders in case she had any doubts about where he was
heading after he was finished with her stomach.
Cooper slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. One arm
came alongside her body so he could cradle her breast, toy languidly with the
nipple that got even tighter when he rolled it gently between his fingers. The
fingers of his other hand touched the swollen, heated folds of her pussy and
her head dropped to the table with a thump. He chuckled into her bellybutton
and looked up as he wet his fingers and made wide, light circles around her
sex, brushing against her clit with each pass.
She whispered his name when he began a slow path down her
stomach with his mouth. Her fingers found his hair again when he licked her
from the sensitive skin between her openings, dipped his tongue inside the
slippery sweetness of her little cunt and stroked through her folds and over
her clit.
He did it again and she murmured a choked-sounding, “Oh shit.”
Again and the washboard of her stomach tightened as she
lifted her head to watch through those dreamy bedroom eyes of hers.
“You sure…you don’t…oh Jesus…want more… gah …” She
stopped trying to talk and her head fell back again when he planted a sucking kiss
on just the right spot.
“Were you going to say chocolate?” he asked, amused.
She nodded and her back arched up off the table as he
applied direct pressure to her tight little bundle of nerves with a slick
finger.
“Really, Bree,” he said in a mildly admonishing tone. “There
are some places chocolate just doesn’t belong.” He slipped his finger inside of
her and flicked her with his tongue, making the muscles in her thighs twitch.
“Some things taste perfect just the way they are,” he told her, pushing a second
finger into her and sucking on her harder.
He could get addicted to the way she sighed his name when he
was doing something she liked, he thought distractedly, the tip of his tongue
making teasing circles that were in turn making her moan. Her hands left his
hair and he watched them travel slowly up over her belly to her breasts. One
covered his and showed him how hard she wanted him to squeeze her while the
other did the job itself.
He suctioned his mouth over her and flicked harder. She
arched
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