Page 52 of Sebastian

I wiggle my body, the chocolate sliding down the side of my ribcage to the sheets below. He flattens his tongue againstmy flesh, my cum mixing with the gooey deliciousness that he’s licking. I grasp at his shoulder, my leg falling off as I reach for him. The pineapples circling my nipples begin to slide toward my stomach, causing him to frown. He drags one through the sauce pooled in my belly button and bites into the slice, the juice dripping onto my skin.

His eyes hold an intensity that I feel burning inside me. The need to consume and be consumed overcoming me as he takes his time running his finger through the chocolate and sticking it in my mouth. I suck it hard, biting the tip, and a smile plays at his lips.

“I’ll give you something to bite.”

His voice is husky and affected by the chocolate mess he started and intends to finish. Understanding his intent of getting the chocolate into us and desperate to move this along, I scoop up a handful and smear it against my lips. My tongue obscenely sucking my fingers, mimicking what I could do to his cock if he could climb up here.

He watches, mesmerized while stroking it. It’s so hard it looks painful. The tip is a deep red, his fist pumping just under the crown as I pluck the pineapple rings from my skin and suck the chocolate and juice off. He gets the idea when he climbs up my body, straddling me with the head at the edge of my lips.

“You want me to bite you?”

His eyes are hooded with lust, his breath heavy with anticipation, and I love seeing him so turned on by me. It’s a fucking ego boost.

“Stick your tongue out.”

He doesn’t answer my question, running two fingers through the chocolate pool and feeding them to me. I lick every drop of them, then show him my chocolate-covered tongue before winking. He doesn’t hesitate, slipping his cock past my lips and releasing a long, satisfying groan.

With the pace of how fast he is pumping, pushing my hands away when I try to touch his cock, I know he’s ready to explode. It’s only a matter of seconds before his tangy release is in my mouth, mixing with the other fluids. It’s the fastest blowjob in my history, leaving me still clutching the pineapple that set things in motion.

“Fuck, I couldn’t hold out,” he says through a series of breaths as his cock slips from my mouth. Once more, I show him my tongue, and he leans over to kiss me deeply and passionately, getting some of the chocolate still plastered to his face onto mine. He breaks the kiss, eats the pineapple ring, and bounds off the bed to retrieve a condom for his dresser drawer.

“You still want fucked?”

I cast him a quizzical look.

“You just came.”

“And I’ll come again, but first, I got to give my girl what she wants.” His cock doesn’t go down when he rolls the condom on. “Now move over. I want you to ride me like a fucking cowgirl.”

I’m barely out of the way when he collapses to the bed, one leg draped over the side and reaching for me. The chocolate that isn’t dried slides down my body and drips onto the sheets.

“This is ruining your sheets.”

I kneel frozen before him, watching it worsen and not knowing what to do.

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll get new sheets. Now, come over here and ride my dick. I want to watch you take me deep.”

His large hands are already at my hips, propelling me over his legs and then spreading them wide to give his balls some space. I brace myself against his stomach and slowly slide onto him. Both of us groan in unison as my head falls back and my eyes close. I slip up and down a couple more times before tucking my ankles under my ass and grinding into him.

“Goddamn, you’re a fucking sight,” he rasps with a finger at my clit, stroking it lightly.

“I need a video of this. Have my own Chloe porn.”

My eyes flicker open and zero in on the appreciative look on his face. I shake my head.

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”

His palm rests at my waist, squeezing when I roll forward and releasing when I grind back. The pace is perfect. The depth of his cock buried in my pussy is perfect. The awe in his expression is perfect. Everything is perfect despite how sticky we both are. As I ride him slowly, deeply, and deliciously, I understand his desire for a video. I want to remember every detail of this night with him, yet I know some parts I’ll forget.

However, I won’t forget his fingers scraping the gooey substance from my skin and feeding it to me as I ride him. I won’t forget the slickness of my pussy soaking both of us when he groans that it’s dripping down his balls. I won’t forget how perfect his dimples are when he smiles, the opposite of the dark lust residing in his eyes. I won’t forget how he’s ruining me in the best damn way possible with every outlandish idea he has about fucking me.

The buildup to my orgasm is coming from the depth of my core with such intensity that I falter to finish. The pleasure becomes so overwhelming that he takes over. His hands clasp my hips, moving my body with his and allowing me to free fall over the edge. I don’t call out his name. I don’t scream in ecstasy. I merely let my head fall back, my eyes close, and my hands drop to my thighs to enjoy every second of pure bliss he’s giving me.

A whispered “Fuck yeah,” seeps from him as my panting fills the quiet room.

It’s only when he’s gotten every last drop out of me and my body vibrating from my release that I collapse to his chest while he pumps into me for a few strokes before coming. His armstighten around me, molding me to him so tightly I can’t breathe for a second, and it’s the best orgasm of my life. Silent and stealthy, sneaking up and overtaking me before I realize it.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmur against his sticky chest.

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