"If you don't want me to—in your mouth—you need to stop. Please, baby. I can't—I can't hold back much longer."
"Come for me," I whisper, voice husky, lips brushing against his hardness as I speak. "I want to taste you."
He does. With a ragged groan, his cock pulses in my mouth, thick ropes of come shooting down my throat.
I swallow every drop, ravenous and insatiable, my tongue lapping at his sensitive tip until he twitches and whimpers, spent and trembling. I pull back, licking my lips like the fucking siren I am, and give him a wicked grin.
Zach collapses against the bed, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
"Fuck," he breathes, voice wrecked. "You're fucking amazing, babe."
"You're welcome," I purr, leaning down to kiss him, lips still tasting of him, of cream, of sin.
But then, a wicked glint flickers in Zach's eyes, and before I can even react, he flips me over. I squeal, my back hitting the mattress, and he's on top of me in an instant, his body pressing me down.
"What are you doing?" I gasp, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He shakes the can of whipped cream, that mischievous smirk plastered across his goddamn perfect face. "Returning the favor," he growls, his voice low and dripping with promise.
"You really thought you could tease me and get away with it?" With that, he tugs my sleep shorts down, peeling them off along with my damp panties, which are soaked through with my arousal.
"Zach—" I start to protest, but my words dissolve into a moan as he spreads my legs open wide, his eyes zeroing in on my glistening cunt.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I swear I can feel the heat of his gaze on my aching pussy.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving my dripping slit. His gaze alone is enough to make me writhe, my pussy clenching around nothing, wetness pooling between my thighs.
His fingers brush against me, stroking my slick folds, and a desperate moan slips past my lips.
"Zach..." I whimper, my hips arching involuntarily, begging for more.
His eyes finally drag up to meet mine, and he looks feral, like a fucking predator ready to devour his prey. "Keep these legs open for me, understand?" he commands.
I nod obediently, biting my lip to stifle the whimpers threatening to escape.
Every inch of me is trembling, panting, desperate for him to fucking destroy me.
He squeezes the whipped cream, the cold, sweet liquid cascading over my pussy, coating my folds, my clit, the creamy white a stark contrast against my flushed skin.
"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," he growls, his voice dripping with hunger.
His fingers delve into me, curling inside my tight, wet heat, and I cry out, my walls clamping down around him.
"Oh god, Zach, yes!" I gasp, my hips grinding against his hand.
But he doesn't stop there.
His mouth descends on me, lapping up the whipped cream mixed with my juices, his tongue flicking over my clit with ruthless precision. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he mumbles against my pussy, his voice muffled but no less deliciously filthy.
He eats me like a starved man, devouring me with an intensity that leaves me gasping, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" I moan, my thighs trembling as he works me with his mouth and fingers, his tongue swirling around my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Gonna cream all over my face?"
"Yes, Zach, yes!" I scream, my back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through me.
He doesn't let up, driving me higher and higher until I'm a shuddering, sobbing mess beneath him.
