“I know.” I watch as he picks up a piece of mango and places it in front of me. I open my mouth, but he pulls it back. Shaking his head, he rings the orange-colored fruit around my lips like he’s applying lip gloss.
“Lick,” he orders me. I run my tongue over the sweet juice coating my lips. “I wanted to take this slow. I wanted to savor you in the fresh air. Build you up and break you down until you were begging . . .”
“I’ll still beg,” I hastily interrupt him.
“You just love being naughty.” He grabs my chin. “I never gave you permission to speak.”
I smile wickedly. “I don’t need your permission to speak.”
“Oh, no? What do you need permission for?”
“To come.”
“And is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty kittens don’t get to come.” His voice vibrates with authority.
“Yes, they do,” I argue with him.
“Not by my hand.”
“I have my own hands.”
“You’re not supposed to touch yourself unless I say so.”
“You said it yourself . . . I’m naughty.”
“Yes, you are.” He leans in and kisses me, a ravishing assault that warns me about what’s to come. By the time Kayne pulls away, my lips are throbbing and so is my clit. I need him to touch me, sate me, but I know that’s not in the plans for a very long while.
Breathing heavily, he hauls me off the floor and lays me out on the tabletop.
“Open,” he orders, lifting my legs so my ass is hanging just off the edge of the table. My thighs are wide, and I’m on display. I know I’m glistening in the sunlight; I’ve never been good at controlling my arousal, especially when my husband’s tongue is mere inches away from me.
“Kayne,” I whimper, wanting to clench my thighs as my pussy tingles.
“Yes?” He hovers over my slit as close as humanly possible but never touches it. The only thing I can feel is the warm caress of his breath mingled with the morning breeze.
“You want my tongue on you?” he asks, a hair away from my wide-open folds.
“Yes,” I rasp.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.” I twitch.
“I don’t think that’s the right answer.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I correct myself. My excitement is getting the better of me as he strokes my tail, teasing me with the plug lodged deeply in my ass.
Kayne drapes my legs over his shoulders then reaches for the syrup.I knew this was going to get messy.
“You had your breakfast. Now, it’s time for mine.” He squeezes the bottle and coats my pussy with the sticky substance. It’s lukewarm and tickles as it drips down my heated pink flesh. “Come and I’ll spank you.”
“Promise?” I ask just as he puts his mouth on me and begins to lick. My muscles immediately spasm.
“Oh, shit!” I cry out as he laps up every last drop of syrup while simultaneously fucking me with the plug. My tiny little rosebud expands and contracts as Kayne mercilessly eats me alive. I know I shouldn’t come, but his threat is just too enticing.
