Page 80 of Freaks Of Nature
“Faster, baby,” I hear my own voice say over the rushing sound in my ears.
But Emily’s already on it as if she read my mind. In and out she moves her fingers, stroking her clit in the process. She knows how she likes it. Her spine arches, her perfect tits jutting up and her hips bucking to chase the high. She’s close.
Her head flings backward, eyes screwed shut and lips parted giving sound to the most exquisite cry of euphoria.
I record until the spasms subside. My fingers are sticky as I click around the screen.
I chuck it, watching it bounce on the mattress in my periphery when I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. “Fuck, you taste delicious.”
I roll her onto her chest and go for the can of Reddi Wip while hauling her hips up.
“Have I told you dessert is my favorite meal of the day?” Shaking the canister, I nudge her knees further apart. “You’re about to find out how gluttonous I am.”
And then I unload the whipped cream.
My tongue wets my lips. Squeezing her left cheek in my palm, I spread a thick white streak right down the middle just as generously as before to eat it out of her from behind this time. Not a speck of pink is left.
I drop to my stomach. Em arches her back, throwing me a shocked look over her shoulder. “Oh my God, Ash… you’re not going to—”
But her words cut off when I trace her seam in one long lick.
A heady moan replaces her alarm. Gobbling up the sweet cream by the mouthful, I dive in between her lips, swirl my tongue, and retreat to make another pass. My sweeps are thorough. I clean every last bit.
The can has rolled off the bed, and I use both hands to open her up to me.
“Ash!”
The sound of my name rings on in my ears, and I feel her pucker against my tongue when I drag the tip up the crease of her ass, but I won’t be denied.
“Oh God…”
Her cry coaxes a growl from me. With light pressure, I circle her rim, squeezing her ass harder before I dive into her slit again.
Em squirms. Her legs tremble.
I flick my piercing over her clit and seal my mouth to her as my teasing triggers another climax.
I pull back, then push up behind her.
Straddling the back of her thighs, I bend over her and cuff her wrists. With most of my weight braced on my forearms, I rock my hips into her ass, my dick perfectly nestled in the crack. She’s slick from the oily residue of the cream, and my skin slides against hers as smoothly as if I were already inside her.
She grinds back, countering me.
“Does my girl want to get fucked some more?” I drawl, my voice hoarse against her cheek.
Her affirmative murmur hums through me like a tuning fork. “Mm-hmm.”
“Let me hear you beg for it.”
“I want your cock, Ash.”
My head gives an amused shake as I chuckle. “That doesn’t sound much like begging, baby girl.”More like a demand.
“Didn’t you want me to show you how in control I am? Well, this is me…taking control.” She wiggles her ass underneath me to emphasize her point.
She’s not wrong. And I kinda like it.
“Alright.” I lift off, my right hand reaching for my phone. “Let me see you take it then.”
