Page 41 of French Martini

I lap at his hole, aware of how he clenches and the sound of his soft moans and whispers of my name.

“Your hole tastes like candy, kitten.” I glance at his face as I talk. His eyes are closed and his fists are clenched in my bedding. “I could spend lifetimes between your legs, getting you nice and soft and wet so you could take all this cock.”

Lowen grunts, bucking his hips.

“Patience, kitten. I’ve got you.”

He huffs but seems to relax as he cracks his eyelids open to gaze up at me. “Mean.”

Chuckling, I nip the inside of his thigh. “I’ve barely started.”

He flicks his pretty pink tongue across his lips, tempting me to abandon my cause and spend the night tasting his kiss, but I’ve committed to this. I have to see it through.

I bend over his body, keeping him in place as I nuzzle his balls and stretch to reach the bottle of lube on my nightstand. Hewatches my every move, already looking debauched with his lips parted and his perfect hair messed up.

Once I’ve got the lube close by, I drop it on the mattress and indulge in Lowen’s ass again, dipping my tongue as deep as it can go inside his tight hole. He wiggles and moans, but does his best to stay still, until his hand moves up to rub his cock.

I push it away and bite his thigh. “Uh-uh, kitten. That’s mine. You’ll come when I’ve earned it.”

“Whenyou’veearned it?”

“Mm-hmm. If I do my job right, my reward is a mouthful of your cum.”

“Jesus, your mouth.”

I nibble his balls. “What about my mouth?”

“It’s fucking perfect,” he admits, for once not masking his expression.

I lower him to the bed and crawl up his body to taste his kiss, but I slowly move his arms above his head. “Keep your arms up here or everything stops.”

His eyes go wide and he looks downright offended for a second, but then he nods, relaxing beneath me. “I won’t move an inch.”

“We’ll see.”

I kiss my way back down his body, leaving a trail of pink skin from my beard. When I get to his belly button and swirl my tongue inside it, I get a hint of sweetness that can’t possibly be natural.

“Did you put something sweet and tasty on before you came over, kitten?”

“No.”

I lift my head to gaze down at his face, noting the devious smile on his lips. “No?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I anoint my body for you when I was only expecting a fashion show?”

“It’s a mystery.”

Not gonna lie, I’m flattered as fuck that he made himself nice and tasty for me. That means he wants this as much as I do. With renewed vigor, I settle between his legs, and this time, I tug his panties down to reveal just the tip of his cock, dragging my tongue over it as I watch his expressions.

He closes his eyes and exhales with what sounds like relief. I can only imagine how long he’s been holding back. How lucky am I to be the one to take him apart?

I suck him deeper, massaging his balls and circling his hole without breaching him, and he responds by spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go. With his dick down my throat, I can feel him swelling and jerking, and I hope I time it perfectly.

His moans cause my own cock to twitch, spilling precum on the blankets, but when he releases another sticky strand on my tongue, I pull back and squeeze the base of his cock just before he can shoot.

He groans like he’s in pain, squirming on my bed. “Oh come on.”

I chuckle, moving up to suck on his nipples, which earns me another glorious moan, before I claim his mouth in another heated kiss. He gives it right back to me though, sucking my tongue then biting into my bottom lip hard enough that it stings.

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