Chapter 23 #2
“Oh fuck, Vivian.” He tears my panties down to my ankles. With his silent tug, I step out of them, enthralled as I watch him loop them over his soaring dick, like a prize ribbon.
He glares up at me with a sexy snarl. “You wanna be a good girl and let Daddy lick your pretty pussy now?”
He makes me tremble, exploring this dirty talk with him. All I’ve known is Jace being so sweet with me. I trust him to try this with me. After what he told me about his nights with Nash and Vale, I know he’s sensual and sinful in the dirtiest ways.
Ways I want to share with him. I’m finding my voice, my desire, my power that was stolen from me, and I’m taking it back.
“Yes, please.” Reaching down, I splay my glistening pussy lips open for him. “I want to be your sex slut, Jace.”
“Fuck, yes, Vivian.” He growls my name like it’s new and naughty, lifting his ice cream to my exposed clit. “My sweet little slut, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?”
He smirks, dragging the cold cream over my sensitive nub, between my spread lips, down to my open cunt.
I cry out before slapping a hand over my mouth, muffling my moan. I almost forgot where we were as sensations of cool, creamy drips collide with the heat, swelling my sex.
My knees go weak. My lungs heave. My skin ignites for this cold and carnal thrill.
“So fucking creamy and sweet for me.” Jace twirls the melting tip right into my aching entrance. “I’m gonna lick this pretty cunt every day. No ice cream. Just the sweet taste and smell of your pussy feeding me. Right, Vivian? You’re going to let your daddy eat your pussy every day?”
He’s fucking me with ice cream while fisting his straining erection, jerking it with a rhythm that looks melded to his memory, as if he’s been imagining this. All the times we’ve walked side by side, innocently licking cones, we were wanting this, needing this.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” We speak in hushed whispers. I still haven’t heard anyone enter. It’s only a matter of time as my thighs start shaking. “Please eat my pussy.”
He looks entranced. “Fuucckk, yes. Drip it into my mouth like a good girl.” He extends his tongue, letting a creamy drop, dangling from my clit fall onto it. He does it again, erotically poised, thirsty, hungry. Like this is the prelude to my actual cunt cream he wants me to pour into his mouth.
God, how can this man be so dear, so deadly, so dirty, and dedicated to me?
“Jace.” I tremble. “Please, I—”
“Paint my face with your pussy, Vivian.” He drops the spent cone into the gleaming toilet before grabbing my leg and slinging it over his shoulder. I have to fist his hair to steady myself. “That’s it,” he praises. “Now put this creamy pussy all over my face and let me eat it.”
Gently, he kisses my clit, greeting my sex with his mouth for the first time, and I moan from my depths I’ve never felt.
Jace’s warm mouth. His tickling whiskers. His luscious tongue. My true nature rouses. She crawls out and grabs him, loves him, gives him what he wants, and what I need.
Grinding my hips, I proudly smear my milky pussy all over his sexy face, back and forth, back and forth. “Is this what you want to eat, Daddy? My sweet, creamy little pussy?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” He slurps up my juice before circling my nub with his tongue. Proud to show me how he’s jerking off for this. Proud to show me how his drool is webbed to my clit when he says, “You’re such a good girl for me, Vivian, fucking my face and letting me swallow your cream.”
Every time I think I’ll find shame, I only find love with Jace, wanting more, giving more, sharing more. The thought of a lifetime of this with him is overwhelming, and all I desire.
Fluttering his tongue over my swollen clit, he suddenly makes my thighs shake, taking me so high that my core tightens. “Oh god, Jace.” I gasp. “I’m gonna—”
The hinges on the main door squeak.
“Shh.” He lifts his glistening face away from my pink feast, his whiskers covered in pussy and cream. I’m in a euphoric haze, gazing down at him. “Good girl,” he mouths, smirking, before ravishing my cunt.
I have to cover my mouth, biting my palm. He starts sucking my clit as I fist his hair so hard, he’s the one threatening to get us busted with his savage, “mmm” into my throbbing sex.
I know the voices that entered. It’s two of the bridesmaids, disappearing into adjacent stalls while I fight not to scream. Fight to focus on Jace licking my pussy, his little lapping noises filling the stall along with the sound of his precum, schlapping in his jerking fist.
My shaking gets worse. My breath runs away as I start to chase it, cresting, building, tightening.
The echoes of flushing, then running sinks fill the air, along with some random talk about glass skin while mine is on fire.
I’m going to come all over Jace’s handsome face.
He’s watching my eyes for it, licking for it, swelling for it. He knows what I’m about to give him: everything.
As soon as we hear the hinges squeak and the jabbering voices fade, he barely presses his finger into my pussy, circling my sensitive entrance. “Fuck, Viv, I’m gonna need to eat this sweet pussy every day.”
He sucks my clit, thrusting two fingers into where I need him. The pleasure is painful, the ache euphoric. “Oh god… Oh god… You’re making me come.”
Savagely, he groans, feasting on my lust as I fist his hair so tightly and burst—white light ripping my vision away. I come, feeling the rush through my veins, through my core, through my sex, filling his mouth.
The sound of his slurps, choked by his deep groan, makes me open my sated eyes. Gazing down, I watch his grunting release. Ropes of his cum proudly shoot from his engorged tip, painting the tile wall behind me. I shudder again with little climax. “Oh god.” I sigh.
With huffing breaths, he gently kisses my clit as if to say goodbye.
Oh no, it is.
“Come here. Please.” I tug at him, and he wipes his dick clean with my panties, adjusting himself before he rises.
Like a memento, he tucks them into his pocket before he towers over me, our bodies still recovering from what our hearts never will.
This hurts too much and heals everything; a stolen moment with him is better than nothing at all. Heaven’s hellish torture.
I pull him into a kiss this time, as passionate as the one he met me with, but this one tastes of banana cream, our lust, and the love that keeps escaping our grasp.
I whimper over his lips. “I don’t want to go. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Just a little longer, baby.” He hates saying it, I know, but he does. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
“Jace, I…” I fight tears, reaching for his handsome face, the yearning in his stunning eyes mirrors mine. “I—”
“Don’t say it yet,” he interrupts, softly pressing his forehead to mine. “Not here. Not like this. Not until you can be mine forever, Vivian, because you will be, and I’ll never let you go.”
I nod, forcing myself to pull it together. Smoothing my hair and dress, I leave him with another tender kiss and our forced smiles.
Minutes later, I’m sitting at a table where no one missed me, but it doesn’t matter.
The love of my life sneaks past and disappears into the crowd.