Chapter 8 #2
My breath is coming in quick pants, and with each rise and fall of my chest, my breasts quiver. Beau licks his lips before slowly tipping the mug over my pussy, and a gasp rips out of me when the lukewarm liquid splashes over me.
He’s right there to catch it, slurping and lapping as my eyes roll back. The sensation of the warm flow of the drink with his tongue and lips catching every drop is doing something to me.
A fire pulses like a growing furnace inside me, and my legs tremble before it comes to a sudden stop as he pulls away.
“Beau,” I groan.
He gives me another delicious smirk and sets the hot cocoa down to grab the chocolate cross. “I think it could be a little sweeter though. And what better way to worship the miracle of a woman’s pussy.”
A laugh escapes me. “You’re bad.”
He dips the tip of the cross in the mug, stirring the hot cocoa before coming back to me. He smears chocolate down the dip of my stomach to the crook of my hip and thigh before pausing right before my drenched center.
His stare drills into me, as if daring me to object, and when I don’t, he bites down on his lip before dragging the cross straight to my pussy.
He teases my hole with it, spreading chocolate right at my opening.
Beau leans down, dragging his tongue down the path he created until he reaches my center.
He holds up the melting cross that looks more like a degrading T and sits forward to bring it to my lips.
I open my mouth without any instruction, licking at the melting treat, noting the salty hints of myself before he pulls back, tossing it into the mug and then moving back between my legs, cleaning my cunt of every ounce of chocolate.
I wish I could twine my fingers into his hair, and within moments, I’m coming on his skilled tongue as he continues to consume me entirely.
When I’m about to succumb to overwhelming pleasure again, he sits up, shoving down his sweats to fist his cock. He strokes himself a few times before climbing between my thighs, shoving nearly his entire length inside my tender pussy in one thrust.
I groan, and my hand jerks, wanting to fly up to claw his shoulder, but the restraint stops me again.
“Oh god,” I moan.
I see the smirk on his face and his impulse to make another lame joke tied to Christmas, so I shake my head.
“Shut up,” I hiss, rocking my hips up to get him to move. He chuckles anyway, leaning down to kiss me before pulling away. His eyes roam down my body.
“I really like you all tied up and shining like my own personal present. Can I record it?”
My heart skips at the question. I’ve never been one to make any kind of tapes, but I have to say I’ve never been in a position as wild as this one, and I kind of want to see. I nod, and Beau grabs his phone, kneeling back a tiny bit to get the very first shot of his cock stretching my pussy.
He pulls out timidly before shoving forward again, and I bite back the groan as he pans his camera up my body, following every curve of the lights around my waist and breasts before moving back down to my pussy. He thrusts a few times, and the slow drag of his cock makes my eyes roll back.
Then he reaches down, thumbing my clit in gentle circles. I come before I can try to quiet it; a cry rips from my throat as the waves of pleasure wash over me. He grunts, riding me through my release before chucking the phone and leaning over me, pumping his hips faster.
My one free leg hooks over his, and he holds it to his side, his fingers digging into my flesh as he presses deep into me over and over.
I kiss down his jaw, nipping at his neck. “Please, please. Don’t stop.”
A hollow laugh rings around us. “If I could, I’d die in your pussy. Fuck, you feel so good. Tell me how much. Tell me how much you love me inside you.”
My tongue dries up, even as I get wetter, and I mutter something under my breath. Beau leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, biting softly on the taut bud.
“You can do better than that, baby. Where’s the wild woman I met in Costa Rica? The one who swallowed my entire cock like a goddamn pro.”
I clench down on him, the memory of our time making me grow even wetter.
“Kiss me,” I demand, wishing I could slide my hands up to his face. He does, the kiss harsh and soul sucking.
He pulls away, our breathing erratic as I whisper against his lips. “You feel so good, Beau. So good. You’re so big inside me, and when you come, I can feel it. I can feel your cock throbbing as you spill everything. Please, please come inside me.”
Beau lets out a guttural groan and does just that. His panting breaths fan over me as his cock jerks, filling me with his cum for the umpteenth time in the last two days.
I’m wary that an emergency contraceptive would even work at this point. I kiss him again, and he greedily swallows my tongue until his hips stop rocking and his cock starts to soften.
We stay tangled like that for a few more minutes until he helps unwrap the lights and pulls me back into his side to cuddle longer. “We’ll have to get up and shower in a bit,” I tell him, not wanting an infection with the amount of chocolate that was dipped into my pussy.
He hums, his hand sliding between my legs and fingering my leaking hole. “Okay, a few more minutes, then I’ll clean you up.”