Ah, he thought since I was already messy that I wouldn’t mind a bigger mess. Well, he was right. I grabbed the bottle of chocolatesyrup and squeezed it as hard as I could. I actually meant to pour more on myself. But when I squeezed the bottle, my other hand that was propping me up slipped in the syrupy mess behind me.
And a big glob of syrup hit James’ cheek.
As soon as I saw the shocked expression on his face, I squeezed the bottle again, shooting it at his chest.
The smile on his face was contagious. “Oh, you’re going to get it,” he said.
I squealed as he reached out for me. I slid back on the table and jumped off the side. He grabbed the bottle I’d abandoned on the table and squirted it toward me, a glob of chocolatey goodness hitting my left tit.
I didn’t mind one bit. I was already sticky.
He chased me around the side of the table and I switched directions, running back around the table the other way. I wiped some of the chocolate off my breast and flung it toward him. This was now a full-fledged food fight.
He grabbed the bottle again, squirting more at me. It was so on. I pushed some into my hand off the table and flung it at him again. He dodged it and it landed with a squishy noise somewhere on the floor. And he took my moment of distraction to lunge across the table to get to me. I screamed again as I made a run for it. I made it to the foyer before I felt his strong hands.
He caught me around the waist, pulling my naked back to his strong chest.
I laughed as I tried to squirm away, but I couldn’t get far. Our bodies were practically sticking together.
“Are you running away from me?” he whispered in my ear.
I squirmed in this grip again. His erection pressed against my ass. He knew just how to make me horny all over again. His lips fell to my neck, and I could feel chocolate smearing onto me.
We were making a terrible mess. But I didn’t even care.
“I don’t like when you run from me,” he said, his voice rumbling in my ear. “Now press your hands against the wall. Right now. I’m ready for the rest of my payment.”
I had no idea how he was still stuck in roleplaying mode. I’d abandoned it as soon as he shoved his cock in the back of my throat. But I followed his instructions. I felt myself practically dripping. I didn’t know if it was me or the chocolate sauce, but I knew I needed him.
“I cleaned up your mess.” He pressed down on my back, arching it. “I ate your dessert.” His fingers slid down to my wetness, circling me. “And I made you come.” His hands slid to my hips. “Now you’re going to take my cock and scream my name.”
He thrust inside of me hard.
“James!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me again and again.
I pressed against the wall, trying to match his thrusts. This was the second time in two days we’d somehow wound up in the foyer fucking each other’s brains out. If this was our new normal, I’d take it. I didn’t just want five months of seduction. I wanted a lifetime of it. Just like this. With his cock deep inside of me and me screaming his name
“Get on your knees,” he said.
What? I pushed back against him, making him groan.
He pulled out of me, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently shoving me to the ground.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I reached down between my legs, filling the spot he’d abandoned with my fingers.
He wrapped his hand around his erection. He moved his hand slowly up and down, using my juices as lube.
“Rub your clit,” he said. “I want you to come when I drench you.”
Fuck.I slid my fingers out of my pussy, swirling the wetness over my clit. I loved when he told me what to do. I loved when he jerked off above me. The sight of him losing control over me turned me on even more.
“Faster,” he said as he stroked his cock, moving his hand up and down quicker.
I moved my fingers in faster circles, the pressure on my clit making my pussy clench.