“W-w-what if it breaks? Or… I…” she trails off, then relaxes her shoulders and legs with determination in her eyes. “Keep going.”
Hearing her sweet voice encourage me, in her bedroom, might I add, with her hand sliding away from her begging cunt, has a shudder running down my spine.
“If it breaks, I’ll get every drop out,” I promise her, flicking down to how desperate she’s getting.
I almost want it to. So I can play with her longer. So I have a reasonable excuse to keep twisting and flicking my tongue on the inside of her, even if she says she can’t take any more.
Raising the tip of the popsicle to the puddle streaming down to her ass, I run the iciness up to her swollen clit.
A sharp breath hisses through her teeth, and she bucks, darting a hand up into my hair and watching me glide it back down.
“I just wanna help cool you off,” I tease, lifting a lazy smile up at her.
Not finding me funny, her brows pinch tighter, and she grinds herself against the treat she thought would only enter her mouth.
It’s intense watching someone so sweet and emotional become aggressive for something.
It’s rewarding knowing it has to do withme, with the wayI’mmaking her feel. And knowing just how swelling her emotions get, that she’ll be thinking about this when we walk away from each other, entices my grip to draw taut around her thigh as I center the popsicle to her entrance and start sliding it in.
Her fingers wrap around a bunch of little hairs, igniting a bloom that stings along my scalp. But the moan whining up her throat negates the discomfort and turns my mouth toward her inner thigh.
Cold trickles run down my hand, feeding it farther into her writhing body while scraping my teeth across the toned curve of her being my sultry acrobat.
Fuck. All the fantasies I’ve jacked myself off to. She can contort and bend and move her body like a cup of graceful water.
Imagining the positions I could get her in and her still take it, still ride my dick like a toy she can’t stop using, has my wrist rocking to pump the popsicle in and out of her.
She’s so greedy around it.
Biting her again, drawing her skin into my mouth, I watch the blue disappear inside her over and over again, working through my own pleasure of the visual so that I can hear the moans and whimpers racking her chest.
Her flesh breaks from my suction, appearing burgundy in my peripheral. Which is enough evidence I was here, that I got to see the pussy I tell myself no one has ever gotten to touch. But I wanna see hercoveredin blood prints of my mouth.
I wanna see her covered inblood.
The drips rolling off my elbow remind me of what we’re playing with. So, I quickly pull the leftover sugar out and rush my ready tongue to the waterfall, snapping up to her face so I’m able to see her reaction to my first taste.
Her jaw hangs loose, her eyes briefly rolling back and her hand smoothing down the back of my head. “Definitely not just this once,” she pants.
I can’t stop from smiling. And I can’t stop my tongue from funneling and slurping up the cold juice that’s liable to give a blind man his sight.
No. I don’t like that. I take that back.
Fuck his eyes. This is all mine.
For just a moment, while the aggravation of my own idiocy increases the sweat raining down my back, I shove the popsicle up to her open mouth—and stuff it in. “Eat it.”
My growl reverberates off her pussy, diving back in and skating my flat tongue up to the nerves she tugs in circles when she thinks no one is paying attention to her.
“Razor,” she moans around the popsicle, letting it melt on her tongue, hopefully branding the way my name tastes to it.
I wanna try it, too.
My chest vibrates, moving my hands to the outside of her tight waist and lunging up her body. “Pop it out, slut bunny,” I pant eagerly, dipping down to the stick hanging out of her mouth.
Looking up through her lashes at me, she grabs the wooden stick and curls her pout tighter around the pussy-soaked remnants actively melting down her throat.
She’s incredible at performing.
