Chapter 61
Chapter sixty-one
Pretty Please With A Cherry On Top
Marco
I grab her hips and hold them over the erection straining behind my zipper. It gives her some of the friction she’s craving, but I’m not going to let her take her pleasure until I’ve had the taste of her on my lips and coated hers in mine.
“I know I’ve been possessive and bit cagey on details,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers, “but it’s because there’s multiple threats at play.
Like there’s a fucking army of wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing around every corner.
One wrong move could set off a chain of events there might be no coming back from.
I don’t want you caught in the crosshairs.
” I pause briefly, pressing tender kisses to her neck and jaw while my hands roam up her thighs and over her hips to cup her heavy breasts in my hands.
I roll her budded nipples between my fingertips, pinching them firmly.
She gasps then moans softly, arching her back and grinding into me more insistently, the heat of her wet cunt molten like lava against my lap.
I can read her body like a sheet of music; she craves the zing of pain as much as the sensuous strums.
“Have I told you how sexy you are in boss mode? If not, let this be it, for the record,” she says with a smile against my lips.
“Now, please let me show you how sorry I am for being a brat today.” Before she can unzip my pants, I stand quickly and swap our positions so she’s reclining against the back of the sofa, her heel-clad feet planted on the floor.
I grab a syrupy cherry from the bowl and sink to my knees in between her legs, my shoulders pushing her thighs wider.
“Not yet. I always look after what’s mine first. Now spread for me, Kitten. I’m going to eat my cherry pie with cream first. Only when I’ve had my fill, and you’re desperate to wrap those red lips around my cock, can you suck on me like I’m your very own cherry-flavored lollipop.”
“Oh God.” She moans as I knead the side of her body with one hand and dangle the cherry by the stem in the other, running it lightly between her breasts, around each of her dusty pink nipples, and down her taut stomach.
I lower my mouth and follow the same path with my tongue and my lips, licking and sucking the sweetness from her skin until I reach the waistband of her thong.
I run my nose up her center, her sweet musky smell making me even more desperate to have her taste on my tongue.
I groan as I inhale and push her panties to the side to expose her swollen, glistening pussy.
Peppering kisses and little nips on each of her inner thighs, I listen as her breathing becomes faster and shallower.
She tries to push herself closer to my mouth.
“Patience, Kitten,” I say, looking at her beneath hooded eyes heavy with my own lust. Then I spread her lips and lightly drag the cherry through her wetness.
“Oh fuck,” she groans out. “More Marco. Please, baby,” she begs.
I repeat the action once more. “Eyes on me,” I command.
She obeys, and I reward her with praise.
“My good fucking girl.” With that, I pop the cherry in my mouth and pop it off the stem in the same way she did earlier.
I chew to coat my mouth with the sweet juices, and then I lean in and pull her to the edge of the couch, lifting her hips towards my mouth.
“That’s it, my dirty little slut. Give me this dripping pussy,” I say before using the flat of my tongue to lick her back to front, swirling my tongue around her clit.
The sweet cherry juice mixes with hers to create the most addictive drug I’ve ever tasted.
I alternate between licking, nibbling, and nipping at her most sensitive bits, her pretty moans and whispered cries echoing around us as she clings to the sofa for purchase.
As I work her over, she adds more pressure where she needs it by grinding against my face, taking control of her pleasure unashamedly in the way I love.
“Yes, yes, yes, there,” she cries as I flick her clit over and over with my tongue.
When I feel the start of the telltale tremble that her orgasm is cresting, I take her sensitive bud into my mouth and suck.
Her orgasm hits hard and she comes on a hoarse shout, mouth open, back arched, head thrown back.
Her body flushes the same pretty cherry color as the one mixed with her cum coating my tongue as she rides out the last of her release.
I raise up on my knees and fuse my mouth to hers so she can taste herself.
She groans into my mouth, and I snap. I can no longer wait to have her lips wrapped around me.