Page 81 of Taking Chances

“Did I allow you to stop rubbing your tits?”

Her hands go back to her chest, and I help her by spitting on it again. Two of my fingers are inside of her now while my thumb teases her clit. She arches into me, seeking more friction, but I won’t allow it.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don’t think it’s time for you to come, yet. I need to have my fun first.” Removing the fingers from her pussy, I slip them into her mouth, making her clean them off. The frightened look that she generally has in her eyes is slowly being replaced by the shameless Anne I’ve grown to like so much.

“Now, I need to try those muffins of yours.” My voice is relaxed, disinterested even, but my pants are on the brink of snapping, my cock straining them to the fullest. I move the food bag to the chair, setting the table free.

“Get up and sit on the table.” Her eyes widen but she obeys. I position her so that she’s leaning on her hands, before spreading her legs wide open. She whimpers but doesn’t refuse.

“Give me a color.”

A second passes before she responds, “Green.”

I give her another second in case she wants to change her mind, but when she doesn’t, I sit down on the chair directly in front of her glistening cunt, scarcely covered by the ripped-up panties.

Opening the bag she brought, I grab two muffins, handing her one.

“Eat,” I command.

Her mouth parts, but I guess she realizes I’m serious because she takes an apprehensive bite of it.

She’s a fucking vision with her glistening pussy and spit-covered tits. I pretend to be ambivalent to the pornographic image in front of me and dig into the muffin.

Fuck, it’s good.

The exterior is slightly crispy while the chocolate interior melts in your mouth. I moan at the taste of it, and she pauses her tiny bites.

“I ordered you to eat. And you’re here to make me happy, aren’t you?”

Her nipples are rock hard as her chest raises up and down with pained breaths. “Yes, Sir.”

I barely contain another moan and she gets back to eating.

Focused on the muffin, I continue eating, while a wandering hand lands back on her pussy. She lets out a strangled moan that shoots straight to my dick. I finish my muffin faster than she does, but I’m nowhere near finished eating.

So I snap the panties the rest of the way before diving headfirst into her delectable cunt. If that muffin was a MasterChef meal, her pussy is the signature dish of a fuckingfive-star Michelin restaurant. Her moans interrupt her task, so I move my head, staring her down.

“You stop eating, I stop eating.” She gets back to chewing, her focus shit as she battles desire and the need to come. Just as I sense her legs trembling, I stop what I’m doing. The muffin has finally turned into a scrap of paper.

“Good.”

She mewls at my half-hearted praise. Getting up from the chair, I approach her face, grabbing her chin and pulling her lips to mine. She tastes like heaven, a mixture of chocolate and her arousal. She kisses me with fervor, and I know that the sweet girl is in hiding, replaced by the needy little slut that’s come out to play.

“So fucking greedy,” I murmur into her mouth. “But this isn’t about you, Firecracker. You’re here to serveme.” I tug at her hair, forcing eye contact. “You’re here to serve as my little fuck toy and I’ll use you however I please. Is that clear?”

“Use me, Sir.” Her green eyes are darker than ever.

“Get down,” I command. She rushes to step off the table, but I meant further down. “On your hands and knees.”

The sight of her on all fours, in the middle of my makeshift dining room, is almost too much to take. Her porcelain skin is flushed, but her bare ass is missing something. I drop down to my knees behind her, slapping both of my palms on her ass cheeks.

“Aaah,” she squeals.

“A color,” I grit out, because the last thing I want is to hurt her. But her ass was made to be spanked by my hand.

“Green,” she breathes out. I reward her by pinching her nipples, eliciting a low moan. You can already see the marks from my palm on her gorgeous ass, and it’s a sight to remember. I spread her ass cheeks wide before spitting on the little hole. She flinches below me.

“I’ll own this ass someday,” I say, rubbing a finger over the hole. “You don’t have to like it, but it’s formypleasure.” My finger slips slowly inside of her, and she moans louder, pushing her ass back.

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