Page 16 of Wear Me Out
I closed my eyes and waited for him to begin. “Yes, boss.”
He started at my ankle, kissing the delicate skin there, lapping up the cherry syrup. Using his tongue, he dragged a path up my leg to the inside of my thigh where the sticky liquid had dripped down, cleaning up the mess he’d made. His lips ghosted over mypussy, and I automatically lifted my hips, silently begging for something more.
“Not yet. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll suck you where you need.”
I moaned at the words, but did my best to stay still. If I waited a little longer, and did as he asked, I’d be rewarded.
He shifted to my other leg, this time licking a path from the top of my thigh down my shin. Strong hands gripped my foot and lifted my leg into the air. I allowed my eyes to flutter open just in time to watch him gaze at my calf like a hungry wolf before diving in to lap up the remaining syrup there. His wide, flat tongue teased me in the worst way. There was only one place I wanted it right now, and my leg wasnotit.
“Something to say?” he asked, pausing mid-lick and focusing on my gaze.
I shook my head, not trusting myself with words. If I opened my mouth, I would say something obnoxious, which wouldn’t earn me any points.
“Nothing?” he asked, shifting the position of his body to rest between my legs. He bent over me, lapping at the sticky liquid that’d collected in my belly button, thendragged his tongue up my stomach to my breasts.
“No,” I breathed, letting my head fall to the side as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.
He bit down and I cried out, still not daring to reach out and grasp his head to force it further onto my tit, or clench my thighs around his waist. Stillness was what he ordered, so it was what I would give.
Sucking at my nipple, he pulled more of my breast into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue, teasing it with a flick. He popped off and ran one finger through the syrup on the tit he hadn’t yet cleaned off and held it up. The soft lamplight of the room reflected off the dark nectar.
“Suck,” he ordered, holding his finger at the entrance to my mouth.
I opened eagerly for him and pulled in his finger, running my tongue along it and circling it over and over again. So badly, I wished it were his cock. But I would take what he gave me.
“You do that so well, pretty girl,” he praised. “I bet your slutty mouth wishes it was my dick, though, doesn’t it?”
I mumbled my agreement around his finger before he withdrew it from my lips.
“I still need to finish my dessert before that can happen,” he groaned, shifting his legs to either side of my hips so he could hover over my stomach and lick the syrup off both of my arms.
I quivered as his hot breath tickled the soft underside of my triceps. His dick bobbed over my chest, which still had trails of cherry syrup running down it and onto the bed. Seeing him there, so close to my breasts, sent a fresh wave of arousal through my core.
“Can I have another taste?” I asked.
Sitting back on his heels, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. One eyebrow shot up as he angled his dick down toward my chest and ran it through the remaining cherry syrup pooled between my breasts.
“Open up,” he demanded, leaning over my head and bracing himself with one arm. “Suck it all off with that perfectly practiced dirty mouth of yours.”
The way he spoke to me always got my engine going, and I couldn’t help but preen at the praise and degradation. I lifted my headand opened wide while he shoved his thick cock down my throat. Salt burst on my tongue alongside the sweet sugar and tart juice of the cherry syrup. The myriad of flavours filled my senses as he rocked his hips back and forth, forcing me to take him as deep as he wanted.
“Fucking hell, you feel good. Why did I wait all night to have you all to myself?” he groaned, bucking his cock into my mouth at a faster pace.
I gagged on him, letting the drool run down the sides of my mouth, pulling in a breath of air through my nose when I could manage. The tang of the cherries and spark of his salt had faded, leaving me with the familiar taste of his skin. He bucked hard and I gagged again.
“Pet, fuck,” he rasped, pulling himself from me. He slapped his cock down between my tits.
Gasping down a breath, followed by another, I pushed my breasts together around his dick. “Give me that necklace you promised, boss.”
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My cherry-coveredcum slut pushed her tits together in the most glorious way, creating the perfect channel to cradle my cock. Seeing her lips swollen and red from taking me in her mouth, her gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine, I almost spilled over the edge.
I squeezed my thighs against her waist and rutted into her. My cock slid beautifully between her tits, still coated in her salvia and the remainder of the cherry syrup. She lifted her chin to make room for my thrusts, taking me like such a good fucking girl. All I wanted to do was flip her around and fuck her senseless. Let her come. Let her break down around me.
Soon.
