Page 92 of Score on You

Her pussy accepts two fingers easily. I add a third, which is a tight squeeze. True to my word, I’ve been preparing her for my cock. She’ll be ready to take me soon.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she chants.

Her inner muscles become a clamp and I’m sure she’s close. Before I let her tip over the edge, I pull my mouth away. I slow the motions of my fingers to pump into her at a lazy pace.Without breaking stride, I stand and use my unoccupied hand to reach for the condiment dispenser on the counter.

“What’re you doing?” Her glazed stare searches mine.

I grab what I’m searching for, hiding the item in my hand. “A little something extra.”

“For what?

“Dessert.” I hover my mouth over hers.

Before I can return to my spot on the floor, she presses her lips to mine. The move is unexpected and provocative. Satisfaction strokes me, but this is her exploration. I remain still while she tastes herself on me. A soft mewl spills free. Her tongue sneaks out for more and I’m quick to deepen the kiss. She opens for me, eager to match my enthusiasm. Her complex flavor blends with our mutual desire.

Callie pulls away, licking at the gloss that remains. “I was curious.”

Carnal fuckery grips me in an unrelenting fist. “What do you think?”

She rolls her lips between her teeth, mulling over the answer. “Not bad. A bit odd. I’m not sure how to define it.”

“Indescribable,” I say. “A unique blend that can’t be replicated.”

And I’m about to add another element.

My knees meet the concrete while I change tactics. I drag the fruit by its stem through her slickness. My fingers pinch the sticky orb before sinking into her. The combination dips an inch into her pussy. I swirl and rotate for good measure. A slow pull removes my saturated treat for consumption.

A garbled noise spews from Callie. “Did you just—?”

“Make my own version of cherry cobbler? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

I pop the much-improved fruit into my mouth. The sugary syrup intensifies her rich taste into an irresistible cocktail. My eyes roll back and I groan. I’ll never get enough.

Callie’s jaw is hanging slack as she watches me swallow the ingenious creation. She doesn’t get the opportunity to reply before I’m tonguing her clit again. Her squeal reaches for the rafters. My fingers glide into her pussy while I send her toward relief.

Heady lust crashes over me as her climax peaks. I’d follow her over the edge if it wouldn’t leave me in a messy situation. A spasm twitches her limbs and she cries out. That’s my cue to double my efforts. After a final swipe, her release floods down my throat. I can’t seem to gulp fast enough. My girl is a squirter, quenching my thirst from this point forward.

A startled squeak escapes her as if she can feel how much is flowing free. When my mouth isn’t full, I’ll explain what just happened. She thrashes against my hold while I guide her through euphoria. I drink every drop until she’s wrung dry.

Callie slumps against the bar. A daze blankets her features into a thoroughly pleasured expression. There’s a dreamy droop halfway covering her eyes that almost has me diving straight in for seconds. Her labored breaths crack into the post-coital bliss.

“Um… that was definitely something extra,” she croaks.

“Yeah, love. I got you to squirt for me.”

Her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t avert her gaze. “Is that what the… gush was?”

“Best thing I’ve put in my mouth. Fucking exquisite.” I lick my fingers clean.

“Wow.” A flush stains her skin while she regains composure. “A cherry, huh?”

I smack my lips. “Almost an adequate substitute. Might sate me until I get the real deal.”

The momentary lapse clears and she perks up. “When will that be?”

An idea springs to my cloudy mind. “Do you have plans this weekend?”

“Only if you’re making some for us.”

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