Page 47 of Kneeling to Candy

She smirks, releasing her chokehold on my balls in favor of pulling down the fly on my jeans. “Permission granted, biker boy.”

With her authorization, I attack, stripping her clean of her clothes, then myself. My pants have barely cleared my knees before Candy pushes down on my shoulders.

“Down,” she orders in a firm yet sultry voice.

Like a dog eager to please his master, I drop to my knees. I stare at her expectantly, waiting patiently for her next command.

“Last night seems more like a dream than a memory,” Candy muses aloud, running her fingers through my short brown hair. “I want to remember if your mouth is as good as I recall.”

My chest rises and falls rapidly, beyond eager to be set loose. I clench and unclench my fists at my sides.

Candy runs a finger over the shell of my ear, toying with me. My eyelids flutter closed, enjoying her gentle caresses.

“Do you remember how I taste, biker boy? Or do you need to sample my pussy again?”

Last night may have been a hazy memory, but I could never forget her taste. Salty and sweet, like a rich candy, exactly how I expected she’d taste. However, Candy isn’t asking me how she tastes to jog my memory. She wants me to devour her.

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I open my eyes and say, “Again, please.”

She snickers. “Smart answer. Be a good, dirty biker and be greedy with your meal.”

Holy hell! I fist my balls to stop myself from nutting on the floor. That filthy mouth of hers would put a siren’s song to shame.

“Yes, Goddess.” Not wasting any time, I throw one of her lean legs over my shoulder and lick the inside of her thigh, straight to her wet, hot core.

I get the pleasure of watching Candy throw her head back on a loud moan of pleasure. There’s no way I’m not going to watch her lose herself while riding my face. It’s like a live art show where I’m the artist bringing my muse to life.

My woman leans back against the shelving unit on the wall, grasping the shelf above her head with one hand for leverage as her other hand holds the back of my head close to her dripping cunt.

With the tip of my tongue, I swipe the full length of her sex from center to the head of her sensitive nub. Back and forth, I flick and suck on her decadent pussy. I don’t censor my groans of enjoyment as I feast on her tender flesh. And Candy certainly isn’t keeping quiet either, mewling as she grinds her snatch against my hungry mouth.

Her musky arousal floods my nostrils, putting me into a lust-fog state and making my dick weep with need. Pre-come from the head of my cock drools onto the concrete floors of the closet, proof this woman makes my body lose control.

Rushing will never do. My woman deserves to be savored. Slowly, I build her up, alternating between diving my tongue into her tight little hole and flicking her rosy clit free of its hood with my tongue.

When I try to snake my fingers into her sopping heat, she tsks. “No fingers. I want you to make me orgasm on your talented tongue alone. Hands behind your back. Now.”

Elated, I lock my hands behind my back, honoring my domme’s command. My dick jumps with excitement while I continue my steady increase of flicks, nips, and sucks.

“Yes,” she pants, letting go of my head to play with one of her ripe, pointed nipples. “Like that. Don’t stop doing that.”

Although this is a refresher of last night, I’m damn happy she requested a repeat. With my head clear of the effects of alcohol, I’m able to experience eating out Candy like it’s the first time all over again.

The way her body flushes a beautiful shade of pink as she grows closer to her climax, the way her breath hitches when I flick the right spot, and the way her tangy cream coats my tongue are all more intense this time around. Potent and sweet—like my goddess.

When Candy’s hips rock faster, I react by enveloping her clit in my mouth and sucking—hard.

Candy cries out, bucking against my face as a gush of saccharine liquid flows over my tongue. I slurp her nectar down, groaning against her thoroughly fucked pussy. Her body shakes as my hums of pleasure vibrates against her clit.

Like last night, Candy doesn’t take a moment to come back down to Earth before demanding round two. She slides her leg off my shoulder, nodding her head at me.

“On your feet, biker boy.”

No need to tell me more than once. I jump to my feet, my dick bouncing against my stomach.

My goddess climbs me like a tree, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Impale me against the wall. I want to feel your fat cock reach my stomach.”

“Sure thing, Goddess,” I say with a toothy grin, hoisting her under her firm thighs and pressing her back against the finish drywall of the storage closet. And as she commanded, I drive myself deep inside of her slick center, where her pussy engulfs me in phenomenal heat.

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