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She pulls against her bindings.

“Don’t,” I say. “Don’t resist. You’re mine, bound and ready for my pleasure.”

She nods.

Into the cream goes my finger once more, but this time I smear it over one of her nipples. The heat of her skin melts the thick cream, and it dribbles down over her large breast.

My cock is ready to burst again. “You look so enticing.”

I smear the other nipple with cream as well, and soon it’s melting down her abdomen, heading toward her pussy.

Next, I do something completely off brand for me. I scoop all of the crème brûlée out of the dish and cover her body with it. I fingerpaint her, cream sliding down my forearms onto my cotton shirt.

“You’re scrumptious,” I say. “Covered in thick and gooey sweetness. And now I’m going to lick every bit off of you.”

I lower my head and lick one nipple, slurping and sucking.

I suck and eat custard from both nipples. It’s smooth, velvety, luxuriously creamy, and it floats over my tongue like a soft whisper of silk, rich and delicate, leaving behind a trace of warmth and sweetness. I travel downward, but I avoid her clit. I suck the cream from her inner thighs, her calves, even the tops of her feet.

“Delicious.” I swipe my tongue over my lips.

She squirms.

I know what she wants.

I want it, too.

“Did I miss something?” I ask innocently.

I let her squirm for a few more moments as I savor the thought of what’s to come.

Finally, I slide my tongue between her legs.

I love to eat pussy.

I especially love to eat Skye’s pussy. She’s wet and ripe and so, so delicious. She stands, bound, not suspended but nearly, as I lick her, tantalize her, eat her as if she’s a feast.

And she is.

A mouthwatering feast.

She slides into a climax, and then another. I lick, and I lick, and I lick. I suck her clit between my lips and jam two fingers inside her.

She comes once more.

“Braden!” she cries out. “Braden, I love you! I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, Skye. Only you.”

…

Skye and I share a shower so she can wash the sticky crème brûlée off her body. I didn’t take her after her ultimate orgasm, so I lift her in my arms and fuck her hard against the shower wall, and another orgasm shoots out of her.

I thrust harder, her back slapping against the wet tile in the shower. “Fuck, Skye. Fuck, you feel so good.”

I erupt.

I love you. I fucking love you, Skye.

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