Chapter 25— #2
She draws back only to top me with whipped cream again.
Her mouth sinks down over the most sensitive part of the head, and immediately, the heat engulfs me. Her cheeks hollow. She sucks the cream off, then retreats before sliding lower along my shaft.
Ffuuuckk! Instead of taking a picture, this time I hit record. I’m going to want to play this back over and over.
With her lips forming a slick seal, her head bobs up and down, drawing me deep down her throat each time while keeping the suction.
Her hand falls into rhythm, adding to my high.
“Fuck, Em… Don’t stop… I’m so close.”
My free hand threads into her hair, clasping the back of her neck to go deeper and harder as I pick up momentum. I fuck her throat raw .
My camera is still rolling when my orgasm slices through me. My hips buck off the bed, giving a last thrust so deep she gags around me. I feel the friction at the tip.
My muscles spasm as I relent every last drop down the back of her throat before pulling out to let her swallow.
Stopping the recording, I release her neck and pick up the can.
“Open!” I tell her, readying the nozzle at her mouth. “Tongue out.”
Tipping her head back, she does.
Her throat bobs to keep up as I fill her.
“Fuck yes!” I hover over her open mouth, squeezing the can more in my grip. “You look so perfect.”
Watching her swallow the mouth-full of whip, I drop the phone and can to pull her back down on me.
Her lips are sweet and sticky. I devour her, one kiss after another, working my tongue in her mouth with the same devotion she granted me.
My arms tighten around her waist. I roll us over, my hips still grinding into her with unrelenting fervor. The strip of lace covering her is drenched, and I’m eager to answer her need.
My hand skates up her back to unhook her bra. “My turn,” I rasp, releasing her lips.
Kneeling between her thighs, I straighten and slide the bra off before reaching for the can on the bed again.
I shake it.
With the button pushed, I make two circles, one around each dark pink nipple, then connect them in a curve like a smile across her sternum .
“It tickles,” she says as I add another line of thick white along her stomach.
I stop at her panty line and lose the Reddi Wip for a moment while lowering my lips to her. My tongue swirls her nipples first. Then, meticulously slow, I lick and suck all traces of cream down her front to the gap between her thighs.
I pause.
My eyes lift to her, and a guttural sound swells in my throat when I meet her anticipating gaze before I dip.
Em whimpers as I kiss her through the lace. I draw her in, feasting on the sweet scent that’s all her. She smells sublime.
But I need more.
I need a taste.
I hook the front of the delicate black material with my forefinger and rip it down in one go. Eyes riveted to her face, my hand recovers the aerosol can blindly.
I don’t stall. I can’t. The sight of her so ready robs me of patience. I cover her pussy in whipped cream and dive in.
The first curl of my tongue has her squirming against my mouth. I hook my arms around her hips to keep her still, but she bucks like a wild horse as I start to suck her clit.
I hold her tighter, flicking my piercing at the bundle of nerves, then thrusting it up into her slick seam again.
Emily splinters apart against my mouth. I straighten and push my cock into her to feel the last pulses of her climax.
Reaching for my phone on the mattress beside her, I press record again.
I go slow. I want to draw this one out. I’m not going to blow my second load so quickly .
Soft moans tangle in her breaths. I capture every sound, every little whimper my movements force from her. She can’t hide it from the camera. Can’t hide it from me .
Her hips roll to meet my lazy thrusts, her heels pushing off the bed to urge me into a deeper angle, thighs trembling.
I hold back.
I want the friction edging her, but I don’t want her to come yet.
And then I pull out.
“Show me how in control you are, Em,” I say, taking her hand and guiding it to her pink pussy. “Masturbate for me.”
I wrap a fist around the head of my pulsing shaft, squeezing it in my palm as my eyes follow the path her fingers lead.
I match her rhythm. Stroking my entire length from tip to base back and forth, I give her control over my pleasure.
And fuck, she’s good. When her middle and forefinger dip into her soft flesh, it ignites a ball of lightning in my stomach. I want to speed up.
“Faster, baby,” I hear my own voice say over the rushing sound in my ears.
But Emily’s already on it as if she read my mind. In and out she moves her fingers, stroking her clit in the process. She knows how she likes it. Her spine arches, her perfect tits jutting up and her hips bucking to chase the high. She’s close.
Her head flings backward, eyes screwed shut and lips parted giving sound to the most exquisite cry of euphoria.
I record until the spasms subside. My fingers are sticky as I click around the screen .
I chuck it, watching it bounce on the mattress in my periphery when I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. “Fuck, you taste delicious.”
I roll her onto her chest and go for the can of Reddi Wip while hauling her hips up.
“Have I told you dessert is my favorite meal of the day?” Shaking the canister, I nudge her knees further apart. “You’re about to find out how gluttonous I am.”
And then I unload the whipped cream.
My tongue wets my lips. Squeezing her left cheek in my palm, I spread a thick white streak right down the middle just as generously as before to eat it out of her from behind this time. Not a speck of pink is left.
I drop to my stomach. Em arches her back, throwing me a shocked look over her shoulder. “Oh my God, Ash… you’re not going to—”
But her words cut off when I trace her seam in one long lick.
A heady moan replaces her alarm. Gobbling up the sweet cream by the mouthful, I dive in between her lips, swirl my tongue, and retreat to make another pass. My sweeps are thorough. I clean every last bit.
The can has rolled off the bed, and I use both hands to open her up to me.
“Ash!”
The sound of my name rings on in my ears, and I feel her pucker against my tongue when I drag the tip up the crease of her ass, but I won’t be denied.
“Oh God… ”
Her cry coaxes a growl from me. With light pressure, I circle her rim, squeezing her ass harder before I dive into her slit again.
Em squirms. Her legs tremble.
I flick my piercing over her clit and seal my mouth to her as my teasing triggers another climax.
I pull back, then push up behind her.
Straddling the back of her thighs, I bend over her and cuff her wrists.
With most of my weight braced on my forearms, I rock my hips into her ass, my dick perfectly nestled in the crack.
She’s slick from the oily residue of the cream, and my skin slides against hers as smoothly as if I were already inside her.
She grinds back, countering me.
“Does my girl want to get fucked some more?” I drawl, my voice hoarse against her cheek.
Her affirmative murmur hums through me like a tuning fork. “Mm-hmm.”
“Let me hear you beg for it.”
“I want your cock, Ash.”
My head gives an amused shake as I chuckle. “That doesn’t sound much like begging, baby girl.” More like a demand.
“Didn’t you want me to show you how in control I am? Well, this is me… taking control .” She wiggles her ass underneath me to emphasize her point.
She’s not wrong. And I kinda like it.
“Alright.” I lift off, my right hand reaching for my phone. “Let me see you take it then.”
I’m keeping this video for later use too .
I spread her legs into a wider stance and adjust my own knees for balance. Aligning myself at her entrance, I push in just the tip, then press record on the screen.
A breath bursts from her lips as her tight cunt welcomes me back. With my left hand at her side for leverage, I thrust my hips at her, my cock spearing her up to the hilt.
Emily trembles. Every time I retreat and plunge in deep, I force more whimpers from her.
But she does take it.
Her body readily absorbs the ruthless assault of my thrust, and fuck, does she feel good.
My grip on her waist slips from my building momentum. She’s so fucking slick everywhere.
My hand leaves her side. With a turn of my wrist, I settle it at the base of her spine.
When my thumb traces the crease of her ass down, she reads my intent.
Her voice trembles. “Ash…”
I can’t tell if it’s disapproval in her tone or her heightening arousal.
I circle the hole greedily with more pressure, holding my breath. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she groans, clutching the sheets in her fists. “Fuck. Yes.”
I exhale. “That’s my girl… taking it in both. That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise, nudging my thumb into her.
The glide is smooth, lubed by our combined arousal and the cream that dripped down her cunt. Her body makes it easy. Her tight rim stretches to swallow what I give .
Emily’s muscles twitch. Her movements grow stiff, and her breaths turn to short huffs. She’s going to come.
But the moment her walls clamp down on me and her lungs release that exquisite cry of ecstasy, it’s not the only thing I hear.
My ears catch the sound of a distinct roar.