Page 57 of Born To Be Bad

“I know you have something for girls in gold bikinis,” I tease. “So I ordered her especially.”

In another place and time, saying I’d “ordered” a girl would make me grimace. But this was Ivy, Chailai and I, and we were all one hundred percent up for this.

Chailai turns Ivy over onto her stomach, then uses her whole body to massage her, slipping all over in the creamy white liquid as I watch—and try not to drool. She’s got this amazing rhythm, and the act of the massage is a beautiful and sensual performance. I take a handful of milk and begin stroking myself, my cock swollen in my fist. The liquid is so warm and slippery and I’ve been hard for so long, it’s almost tempting to finish myself off—but I am nothing if not a patient man, especially if waiting means getting to fuck Ivy in this fragrant slip-’n-slide.

Chai keeps kneading and slithering while Ivy moans beneath her. “Never … want … this … to stop.”

She turns Ivy over and gets to work on the front of her body, starting by rubbing their nipples together, and then a full-on chest-to-chest slick boob massage. I can see by the way Ivy is lying that she has totally surrendered.

My stroking gets faster, but Chai doesn’t like seeing me on my own. She climbs on top of me, slipping and sliding, then gestures for Ivy to climb on top of her, so we’re a lubricious sandwich. Ivy holds my hands on the ground, either side of my head, while Chai squirms between us. Despite there being no penetration, it is quite possibly one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

Ivy stops moaning in pleasure and is now giggling at trying to stay on top. Once Chai decides we’ve had enough, she slips out from in between us and gets the remaining flask. I don’t know if it’s more coconut milk or warm water to rinse us off. I was wrong with both guesses because when she slides back to us with the open flask there’s a different scent. Dark chocolate and … spiced rum?

Chai gestures for us to keep going, so I suck Ivy’s incredible nipples—they harden against my eager tongue—while my fingers make their way back to her pussy. She’s still swollen and sensitive, and my cock almost has a mind of its own, wanting nothing but to drive onto her tight wet cunt that I have gotten to know so well.

Patience, I tell myself, but my cock will wait no longer. In its defense, it has been ready to go for hours now. Chai hovers with the flask, waiting for me. If there’s an appropriate time to climax, it’ll probably be while the chocolate is flowing.

“Do you remember the human chocolate fountain?” I ask Ivy, my fingers inside her. It seems like a lifetime ago.

“Of course,” she laughs. “How could I forget?”

“Well, I saw this on a menu of services, and I thought we might revisit the memory.”

“That’s a menu I want to see,” replies Ivy, panting slightly. “What’s this particular service called?”

I had never heard of it, or, indeed, imagined it—hence my interest. “Sensual anointing.”

Ivy smirks. “Anointing? Isn’t that, like, a religious thing? A god thing?”

“You are my god thing,” I say, moving my fingers slowly in and out of her. “You are everything. My Queen of Everything.”

Her muscles clench around my knuckles. It’s time.

I finally ease myself into her, so compact and slick I have to breathe, have to pull myself together to stop from exploding right away. Her moan almost pushes me off the edge I’m retreating from.

“Alistair,” Ivy pants. “Alistair.”

I look into her eyes, my fingers in her hair, and then kiss her long and deep as I slowly rock into her. I feel her pleasure as if it is my own, as if I have lost the very borders of my body. Ivy’s breathing grows deeper, another climax approaching parallel to mine. I sense Chai moving and brace myself for the contents of the flask. Molten chocolate streams onto my back, almost as hot as candle wax. I hiss through the heady mix of pleasure and pain. The chocolate flows over me, dripping onto Ivy below. I lick the drops I see on her cheeks and her chest, then smear chocolate over her tits and suck it off. I do this over and over; we are stuck in a blissful loop of spilling, spreading and sucking.

Ivy opens her eyes and giggles. “You’ve got a little—” she says, gesturing at her face to let me know I have chocolate all over mine.

“Oh, really?” I reply.

When she giggles again, I wrap my arms around her and haul her up and over so she is on top. When Chai pours the chocolate on her back, she gasps, and I grab a handful and smear it all over her face. She stops laughing. “You did not just do that.”

I shrug, trying not to smile.

She mock-scowls at me, eyes narrowed, face dripping. We must look like we’ve just crawled through mud. Naked.

Ivy takes the flask from Chai and empties the whole thing onto me. I yell in surprise and delight, feeling like a child again. I wrestle it from her and splash her with the dregs, and then we’re suddenly wrestling each other, laughing, struggling, close and hot, in a pool of warm chocolate.

Soon we’re out of breath and energy, but not before I catch Ivy’s arms and push her to the ground, still slippery with coconut milk and chocolate. The smell is intoxicating. She squeals in glee as I trap her, growling into her neck. She pretends to fight me but the struggle has left her body. All she is capable of now is a few half-hearted pushes, but I hold her firmly and she doesn’t escape.

“I’ve got you,” I growl.

“You’ve always had me,” Ivy pants.

I drive my cock right into her, and she cries out. She claws my back as I push in as far as I can go, holding her fast, dominating her, fucking her like a feral animal. Harder and faster, smashing past her tight muscles and into her core, right into her A-spot—that little pocket between the cervix and the wall that I know she loves. Ivy’s body tenses beneath me, but I keep going. Her rolling moan turns into a yell as the climax takes hold and shakes her. I scoop chocolate off her chest and smear it across her open lips. She groans and sucks my fingers as she comes, then I lean in to kiss her, tasting it, tasting her. Her pussy still clenching my driving cock, I finally let go and yell loudly as my orgasm tears through my body.

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