“And I’m the foodie?” I smirked.
“Shut up and eat me.”
I moaned. I moaned so fucking loud that I almost came.
And I knew the sound vibrated against her because my tongue was on her clit. Each lap removed a little more of the dessert, and it built her higher, getting her closer to exploding.
“Fuuuck,” she cried as I added more and ate her even faster.
I could never get enough of her pussy. I constantly craved it. But this? This was unlike anything I’d ever tasted, especially because I was combining my two favorite things.
I knew what it would take to get her to come, and I knew she was almost there. Her clit was getting hard, her nails were stabbing into my head, her groaning was filling my fucking ears. So, I added one last swipe of dessert, pausing just long enough to rub it in with my tongue, and then I gave her all my speed and all my goddamn power.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yesss!”
I waited until her shudders calmed, until I was positive she was on her way down before I slowed. And when she turned sensitive, her thighs tensing, her nails lifting but squeezing my strands, I kissed my way around her clit and gradually moved up her body, taking her T-shirt offat the same time.
“God, I’ll never get over your tongue.”
“You don’t have to. It’s yours forever.” My lips hovered over her nipple. “This needs some chocolate.” Still using my thumb, I smeared a generous portion across the hardened peak. Once it was covered, I surrounded it with my lips.
“Ohhh.”
She was quivering. Her nails were back, piercing the top of my head. Her legs had circled around me, and with the way she was positioned at the edge of the counter, she was rocking her pussy against my crown.
“You want this dick, don’t you?” I moved to her other nipple, coating it with the messy combo before grazing my teeth over it. I didn’t just bite. I tugged. I sucked. I flicked my tongue around the base and across the tip.
The sensation made her back arch.
It made her shout, “Yes! I want you!”
“And I fucking want you.” Even if I had this aching desire to pour the rest of the dish onto her body and eat it off her, I couldn’t. My need to sink into her pussy was far stronger, my hard-on willing to do absolutely anything at this point to have her.
I stepped out of my shorts, which was all the clothing I had on, and I gave my cock a few pumps before lining it up with her pussy.
“Fuck me,” I hissed when I was instantly met with her wetness.
She leaned up on the counter, gaining me more access, tilting back some so I had a direct angle to thrust in. “Wait until you feel how wet I am.”
“I just did,” I growled.
“But you’re not even inside me yet.”
My forehead pressed onto hers. “You’re telling me you’reeven wetter than what I’m feeling right now?” I stroked in and immediately moaned. “Fuck … you are.”
I stayed still for only a second, letting her warmth swallow me, her fucking tightness take ahold of me—two things I would never get used to. And when I couldn’t wait any longer, when the urge was so strong that it reared back my hips, I drove into her.
“Argh, God, yes.”
But because I knew my girl, I knew she didn’t want soft. I knew she didn’t want sweet.
She wanted hard, fast, deep, agonizing pumps that sent her straight to an orgasm.
So, that was what I gave her.
Her teeth met my shoulder, bearing down like her nails, and she screamed into my skin. “Walker!”
I didn’t have to put my thumb on her clit. The way it was leaning against the short hairs above my dick, along with the way I was slamming into her, was all the friction she needed.
