“Do you know what else I remember?” I asked as I walked around the island toward the fridge. “That you were still bad at asking me for what you wanted. That you had no problem spreading your thighs for me in the middle of my parents’ kitchen. But were too shy to ask me to make you come with my tongue.”
Her jaw dropped.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of whipped cream. Which I’d picked up exactly for this occasion. Because I’d wanted to make a mess with her too.
I rounded the counter again and spread a line of whipped cream up the inside of her thigh. “Baby, we both know you’re not shy.” I licked the whipped cream up halfway. “You’re feisty.” I licked the rest of the way up.
But she didn’t say a word. So I squirted whipped cream up her other thigh and moved my head away from her pussy. “You’re bold.” I licked halfway up and she moaned. “And it turns you on to ask for exactly what you want.” I licked the rest of the way up. “So tell me.” I put a dollop of whipped cream on her pussy. “Tell me exactly what you want baby. So I can feast on you. And don’t you dare ask me to poke you in the pants.”
An exasperated laugh escaped her throat. “Matt, we’re going to wake…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you make too much noise.” I had an idea for that.
A smile spread across her face. “Okay.” She slowly spread her thighs wider like the little vixen I knew she was. “In that case…I want you to lick my pussy until I can’t even remember what day it is.”
Oh, I could guarantee she was going to remember today forever. But she had asked nicely. I shook the cannister of whipped cream and put a line on my thumb. I pressed the pad of my thumb against her lips. “Suck.”
She opened her lips and wrapped them around my thumb. She’d be quiet enough, moaning around my finger, wishing it was my cock buried in her throat.
And in the meantime, I could focus on what I’d been dying to do all night. I lowered my mouth to her aching pussy. I placed one, long stroke along her wetness.
Her lips tightened around my thumb.
Just thinking about it being her lips around my cock turned me on even more. I buried my face in her pussy, her sweetness mixing with the taste of whipped cream.
I grabbed her thigh and hoisted it over my shoulder for better access.
Her moaning my name around my thumb and the taste of her were enough to drive me insane. I swirled my tongue around her wetness and her lips wrapped around my knuckle.
I’d had every intention to just please her. But the way she was gripping my thumb? If she wanted the real thing…
I pulled back. She reached out to grab me, but I was holding her in place with my hand around her chin.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I undid my pants with one hand. “I know you’d rather gag on the real thing.”
Her eyes fell to my hard cock.
“Lie back.” I slid my thumb out of her mouth and smiled when she immediately complied.
I kicked off my boxers and pants and rounded the counter. I put a line of whipped cream on my length as I stared down at her.
I liked when she rode my face. But tonight I was setting the pace. I climbed onto the counter and she tilted her head back to see me from upside down. The angle made her neck look even longer. And I knew she could handle every inch of me. I pressed my tip against her lips and she immediately opened her mouth for me.
Good girl.
I thrust into her mouth as I leaned forward. I breathed in the scent of her pussy.Time for my favorite dessert.
Forever - Chapter 24
Friday
Brooklyn
“I don’t know if he still owns it,” I said as Matt cut the engine.
“I think he does,” Matt said.
“Well, even if he does, I don’t know if the code will be the same anymore.”
