She hesitated before obeying.
I sprayed the whipped cream in her mouth, then leaned over her body to lock my lips over hers.
My dick throbbed against her pussy as the whipped cream mingled in our mouths, the taste of my girl — our girl — mixing with the silky, cool vanilla in a sensual ambrosia that sent my lust into overdrive.
She moved her hips against my shaft, trying to get friction on her clit from the head of my dick while she met every sweep of my tongue with hungry strokes of her own.
“Try this,” Vigo said behind me.
I lifted my head and saw that he was holding a glass bottle, the label unreadable in the dim light. “What is it?”
“Lavender,” he said.
I took it from him and poured some of the syrup onto Cassie’s tits.
“That’s expensive!” she gasped.
“I’d dump a gallon of Cristal on your tits if it meant I got to lick it off.” I lapped at the syrup running over her milky flesh, catching it with my tongue in the crevice between her tits as it slid toward her stomach.
The syrup was bright and flowery, a contrast to the creamy vanilla that still lingered on her skin from the whipped cream, and I took the bottle and poured more between her thighs.
I stood back to watch it slide over the copper hair on her mound, then used my fingers to run it over her clit and through her petal-pink folds.
“Look at our girl’s sweet little clit,” I murmured to Hawk and Vigo. “It wants to be sucked.”
“That right mouse?” Vigo asked. “You want Jagger to suck your clit?”
“Yes,” she gasped as I rubbed circles onto her clit with the syrup.
“What our girl wants, our girl gets.” I bent my head to suck and she gasped, lifting her hips to meet my mouth.
She was delicious, the dessert of my dreams, and I drove my fingers inside her while I worked her clit with my mouth and tongue, following the cues of her body to know when to lap.
When to suck.
When to tease.
She rocked faster on my face, reaching for her orgasm, and I pushed a third finger inside her cunt.
I lapped hungrily at her clit, wanting to taste her on my tongue with the vanilla cream and lavender syrup.
Hawk and Vigo moved to either side of us.
“Fuck yes, mouse.” Vigo took one of her tits in his hand. “Come on Jagger’s face so we can fuck you.”
He bent his head to suck on her tit while Hawk teased her other one with his fingers, leaning over the counter to kiss her.
She shuddered under my mouth, her cries of release muffled by Hawk’s hungry kiss, Vigo sucking loudly on her tit.
The tunnel of her cunt clamped down on my fingers as I drove them through her, her pussy smashed against my face as I covered her clit with my tongue.
There was no place I would rather have been, and I lapped it all up, ravenous for her.
Ravenous for every part of her.
“Fucking delicious,” I said when she went limp, Hawk’s mouth still locked onto hers.
He broke their kiss, leaving her gasping, and I lifted her off the counter, her tits still spilling out of her shirt and bra, glistening with the remnants of syrup and cream.
