I fist his cock, making him forget about the cold bite of the table. “This is going to get messy.”
His eyes light up. “I’ve never been afraid to get dirty.”
I lick my lips, and his cock twitches against my palm. He reaches out, and I shake my head. “Hands to yourself, big boy.”
He grunts as I reach for the first bowl of frosting and grab a giant glob with two fingers. “I have to taste test some new combinations, but a girl can only eat so much cake.”
His eyes widen. “How many?”
“Five,” I say as I cover the tip of his penis with raspberry frosting.
He groans as I stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking the last bits of frosting from the tips. I’m doing it slowly, knowing it’s sweet torture as he follows my mouth with his eyes.
I grab a bowl of white chocolate shavings and move it closer. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
As the last bit of chocolate adorns the frosting, I lean forward, dragging my tongue over the tip. Not enough for it to penetrate the gooey goodness, but just enough to have the man on edge and breathing shallow.
His fingers curl around the side of the table as he tries to steady himself. “Jesus, Tilly.” His voice wavers. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Hmmm.” I take another lick. “There’s something missing.”
“Maybe my cock in your mouth,” he says as I straighten, leaving his dick twitching.
“Tsk. Tsk. Don’t rush a master.”
I grab the bottle of lemon syrup and drizzle it over the top of his dick, letting the gooey concoction drip down the sides. I lick my lips and want nothing more than to take him into my mouth. “That might work.”
He stays silent, but he’s begging me with his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath as I place my hands flat on the table next to his legs, hovering my open mouth over his sweet cock.
“So fucking good,” he says as I use the tip of my tongue, swiping away the first layer of frosting. When his fingers tangle in my hair, I close my lips around the head and suck him upward instead of moving down. His ass rises off the table, and he drags in a breath, tightening his grip on my hair. “Fuck.”
I love him with my mouth, sucking every last drop of frosting and sweetness from his skin. He’s shaking, close to the edge and ready to explode, but I’m not ready for my taste test to end.
He gasps as my mouth slides off his cock. “Don’t stop,” he begs.
I shake my head. “We have four more flavors.”
He groans and falls backward, lying flat on the table with his legs dangling over the edge. “Have your way with me,” he says, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
I barely make it through the triple chocolate cherry surprise I’ve licked off his penis when he sits straight up.
“Enough,” he says, hopping off the table and grabbing my waist. He turns me quickly, pinning me against the table. “I need to be inside you.” He pushes down on the middle of my back, forcing my chest against the cold metal.
His cock is pressed against my pussy as he wraps my hair around his hand. “You’re quite the tease, baby.”
I shiver in anticipation. I look over my shoulder and smirk. “Teach me a lesson, big boy.”
I barely get the words out before he thrusts into me, silencing my sarcasm. The edge of the table bites into my hips as he rocks into me, deeper and harder with each stroke.
I push back, meeting him blow for blow as our bodies slap together in complete harmony. This is how it’s supposed to be. Primal, sexy, and filled with so much pleasure, I can barely stay upright.
His hand comes around my front, pushing between my legs and cupping my pussy. “This is mine,” he says, and who am I to argue. He owns me completely.
When his fingers tweak my clit, I spiral over the edge as my body shakes uncontrollably and the orgasm pulls me under, almost causing me to black out.
He collapses over my back, gasping for air from the orgasm that no doubt just ripped through his body too. “Pure fucking heaven,” he whispers against my skin.
That’s exactly what it feels like every time I’m with Angelo. There’s nothing sweeter.
