Mulli blinks, reminding me very few thoughts are running through her big skull. “I think she’s nice,” I decide. “Nowhere near as uptight as I first thought. And I know you have no beauty standards regarding humans, but she’s smoking hot too. And funny. I fucking adore her humor. So dry and unexpected.”
We reach the fifth floor before I can have a longer conversation with Mulli, and then we’re back in the flat. Just like I predicted, Mulligrubs heads to the closest bed on the floor and curls up onto it.
Gen isn’t on the couch anymore, and I spot her in the kitchen, searching for something in the fridge. She straightens up with a bottle of orange juice just as I join her there. “Do you have a no-drinking-from-the-bottle policy?” she asks.
At this point, her question is almost silly, isn’t it? She’s sucked my cock, swallowed my cum, I’ve licked her pussy, and I fully intend on eating her arse one day. We’re way past sharing saliva on a bottle’s cap. Instead of answering, I walk up to her and grab her jaw with a firm hand.
When I try to open her up, she looks perplexed, so I hold back a smirk and tell her, “Number thirty-six.”
It takes her less than a second to understand, and when she does, her eyes darken with arousal, the void of her pupils eating away the blue of her irises. I fucking adore that my crudeness still surprises her because the way she stares at me with her round eyes while pink creeps up her cheeks is everything.
I don’t force her, in case she doesn’t want this, and her jaw unlocks on its own, her lips parting with consent. Her submissiveness hardens my cock, and when she slightly brings her tongue out, it aches. My naughty red wants this as much as I do.
So I give it to her.
She almost looks surprised when I spit right into her mouth, as if she didn’t believe I’d do it. Or maybe it’s even more intense than she expected. As if she knows how sexy this looks, she gives me enough time to gaze down at the dollop of my saliva on her pink tongue before swallowing it down, clearly affected by the rawness of the moment.
“Do you want to ask your question again?” I cockily offer.
She shakes her head, having learned her lesson, and I release her. With trembling hands, she unscrews the cap and drinks straight from the neck. I accept the bottle from her when she’s done, still feeling very proud of myself. I’m the one who settles it back in the fridge, and when I turn to her again, she’s leaning back onto the counter.
“I’m feeling better,” she says.
“That’s great, love.”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m feelingso muchbetter.”
I swear I’m a fucking moron because it takes her suggestive smile for me to get it. “Oh fuck, right.”
I’ve been wanting to enter her since she appeared on my doorstep with her sexy dress and lewd demands, so I don’t need more than that to spring into action.
Within seconds, I’ve hoisted her up on the counter to stand between her parted knees. My hands avidly explore her under the shirt while my lips claim hers. She’s just as eager as I am, her fingers tugging at my T-shirt to peel it off, her tongue bold and demanding against mine. I’m fully naked before she is, and I’m moving on to removing my boxer briefs from her when she pushes my face away with her hands framing it.
I don’t know what’s going on, nearly panting from how much I want to fuck her, and she surprises me by returning my earlier gesture. Inching closer, she spits in my mouth without a warning, and I swear to God, it’s one of the hottest things she’s ever done. The timid little lawyer who first waited for me in The Plaza’s bar is long gone, isn’t she?
I fucking devour her to reward her boldness, avidly sucking in her tongue to share her spit. Then, my mouth drags away from her and lowers, eager for her taste.
“Jake,” she moans when I lean forward to capture a perky pink tip between my teeth. Her hand is already in my hair, pulling me closer, and the other one is gripping my shoulder. “Jake, get the whipped cream and the chocolate syrup.”
My cock twitches between us, loving the idea. I release her nipple and give her a delighted smirk.
“Oh, you naughty, naughty girl. You want me to devour you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I’m complying and taking some stuff out of the fridge when she adds, “I’ve wanted to do this one for a while.”
Right, food play is also on her list.
I don’t like the idea of checking off yet another item, but I’m also looking forward to having myself some chocolate-flavored Gen. And while I won’t put any of that on her pussy, I don’t mind. Gen-flavored Gen is my favorite.
Her eyes are on my stiff cock as I return with the goods, and she looks impatient to be impaled on it. I share the same desires, but before we get to that, I’m getting my fill of her.
She watches, her eyes hooded with want as I settle the things next to her on the counter, and then yelps with surprise when I pull her off of it. It turns into a giggle as I lower the briefs to finish undressing her, kneeling down as I do.
Her hand is tangled in my hair before I even shove my face between her creamy thighs. “Jake…” she moans as I lick up her slit, entranced by her flavor and smell.
I’d do this for hours if she let me, but we have other plans. So, after one last lap at her cunt and a final kiss on her clit, I rise up and flip her around in one smooth movement. “Jake, what are you—”
