Page 66 of Cougar Chronicles

“Oh, yes.” She positioned the towel underneath him. “I just love chocolate, don’t you?”

“I’d say I’ve already proved that.”

She stared for a moment, fear threatening to paralyze her. Quickly, she channeled Starr again. She’d come this far, and she couldn’t stop now. The few times she’d given David head had been failures in her mind. He hadn’t said anything bad about it, though he hadn’t said he enjoyed it either. God knew Michael had experience. He’d know she was a novice as soon as she touched her mouth to him.

Starr, I need you!Starr gave great head. All the men she slept with raved about her oral skills. Just pretend you’re licking an ice cream cone, Starr often advised other women. It was a line Stacy had heard in a movie once. It worked for Starr, but Stacymadeit work for Starr.

Would it actually work in reality?

No time like the present to find out. She’d have the chocolate to make the illusion even more real.

She knelt between Michael’s muscular legs. Another part of him that was perfectly formed. They could have been sculpted by a Renaissance artist. Dark hair dusted the sinewy flesh. His balls hung under his penis, beckoning to be touched, licked.

“Wow,” she said.

“Wow what?”

“Wow, you are one finely made man, Michael Moretti. But I’m sure you hear that all the time.”

“It’s never sounded sweeter than right now.” He stroked his fingers through her damp hair. “And I mean that.”

A line, of course. But a damned good one. She smiled and twirled the tip of a strawberry in the chocolate. “Such a finely made man should be painted, don’t you think?”

“I’m game for whatever you have in mind, sweetheart.”

“What I have in mind is to paint this beautiful shaft of yours and then lick every bit off you.”

His thighs tensed around her head, and his balls bunched up slightly. Could her words be turning him on? A feeling of power surged into her. She actually had power over this stud of a man. How amazing!

She started at the base of his cock and drew the chocolate-covered fruit upward. Tiny shudders racked through him.

“Mmm. God, baby.”

“Good?”

“Yeah it’s good. Fuck!”

When she got to his cockhead, she swirled the strawberry around the tip and then gently poked it into the tiny opening.

“Fuck, baby!”

She smiled. Having a man at her mercy felt great! She reached forward and held the strawberry to his lips. He took a bite. She grabbed another one and began the torture again. When his penis was covered in delectable chocolate, she ate the last strawberry and prepared for the next phase in her plan.

Operation ice cream cone.

Five

Stacy inhaled a deep breath. Courage. She’d come this far, now for thepiece de resistance.She closed her eyes and launched herself into one of Starr’s infamous blow job scenes.

Eye contact. That was the first thing to remember during oral sex. She grasped Michael’s cock and opened her eyes. His gaze was focused on her, his hazel eyes burning. He didn’t smile. His lips were pulled taut and tense, as though he were waiting for something, which, of course, he was. Stacy lowered her lids just a touch, hoping she returned his smoldering stare. Still locking her gaze with his, she touched the tip of her tongue to his cockhead.

He visibly shuddered. How empowering! She touched his head again, with a bit more pressure this time. The warm chocolate slid over her tongue. Mmm, she did love chocolate, almost as much as she was growing to love her power over Michael Moretti’s cock. She lapped at the head as though it were a scoop of dark chocolate ice cream sitting on top of a sugar cone, a swirl here, a lick there…until every bit of chocolate had been removed.

“God, Stace, that’s amazing.” Michael’s voice was raspy, even a little jittery.

Power. She loved it.

She eased her mouth over the head of his cock and slid it downward, sucking the rest of the chocolate off his thick shaft.

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