Page 62 of Ezekiel
She looked over my body, pondering her options, before stepping forward and kissing my chest directly over my heart, which was thumping wildly in response to her. Her lips were soft, but there was no hesitation in her touch.
“I said taste me, angel,” I reminded gently. Her tongue darted out, licking over my skin as she worked her way over my chest. Her tongue flicked out against one flat nipple, making me hiss in a sharp breath of surprise and desire.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, feeling her tongue and lips play over my skin. I pulled her head back, reaching for the first item I had prepared to titillate her further.
“Whipped cream?” she asked, her eyes lighting up as understanding dawned.
“Yes, angel,” I chuckled, squirting a little of the cream over my chest, drawing a line down the center of my stomach. “Taste,” I commanded again.
With fervor, she dove in, tasting and licking the sweet treat from my skin. My cock bobbed against my lower abdomen, needy for the feel of that swirling tongue. Her hands moved from behind her back, reaching for me. I smirked, reaching behind back and wrapping my hand around the length of the crop I had placed there.
With a quick swish, I brought the leather tip down against the outside of her thigh with a sharpsnap!
“Ow, fuck!” she cursed against my skin, looking up at me with shock and the tiniest flicker of anger. I chuckled at her, arching a brow in challenge.
“Excuse me? I believe I said to keep those hands behind your back, pretty little pet,” I teased sinisterly. “Now, finish cleaning me up.”
She quickly licked the last of the whipped cream from my body before standing back at attention for me.
I reached back to the table, grabbing the honey in one hand. Her eyes widened.
“This one will be harder to lick up. Put on a good show for me, Angel,” I teased, dripping lines of honey down my abdomen and over my shaved pubic area. No one liked sticky honey in pubic hair. Gross. I drizzled just a little over the length of my cock.
I could see the way she wanted to lean in and start licking right away, yet she held herself back. What a good fucking girl. I internally praised her restraint. She was learning fast. Faster than I could have imagined. She kept me on my toes and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world.
“Clean me up, love,” I finally commanded. She nearly lunged for me, her tongue swiping over the honey that stuck to my skin. Over and over she licked and laved, working to divest every bit of sticky substance from me. Honey was much harder to lick off. All the better for me, however.
Her tongue flicked lower, cleaning every inch of covered skin on her way to my throbbing cock. The moment her tongue touched my aching flesh, I groaned loudly, lewdly. My hand reached down, my fingers sliding through her thick locks and gripping gently. I felt her groan against my length and my cock dripped in response.
“That’s it, pet. Lick me up. Show me what that hot little mouth can do.” With renewed fervor, she nearly attacked my cock with her wicked, sinful little mouth.
“Wrap your lips around me,” I guided her, both of my hands now woven through the threads of her hair as I moved her mouth to the tip of my dick.
“Yes, fucking, Sir,” she groaned, her eyes looking up at me through her thick lashes, a display of wanton need written in her gaze.
“Fuck!” I groaned as her full lips wrapped around my head, sucking and licking over the sensitive flesh and gathering the pre-cum that had gathered there. “Taste me,” I urged, unable to hold back the groans and moans that dripped from my lips.
She sucked me in deeper, letting me guide her head down, pushing my cock further into the warm cavern of her mouth. The head of my cock touched against the back of her throat, making her gag for just a moment.
“Eyes,” I commanded, and she obeyed, the glint of tears shimmering in her vibrant blue eyes. “Fucking beautiful,” I praised. “Deep breath.”
She nodded her head, sucking in a deep breath around my cock before I slowly pushed in deeper, slipping past that gag reflex and into her throat. Her eyes widened, but she took me in. Every inch of me. I slowly began to fuck that pretty little mouth, feeling her struggle and then overcome the sensation as she pleasured me. She quickly picked up on the rhythm of breathing as I pulled out, and holding the breath as I sunk myself into her throat. Occasionally, I would hold her there for a few seconds, making her wait to breathe again.
“Fucking hell, your mouth is like sin itself.” My voice was gritty with the need I felt. I needed to cum. To empty myself into that pretty little mouth. “I want you to taste me, angel. Taste my release as I cum into your mouth.” I watched her eyes as my words sunk in.
I had half expected her to recoil, not wanting to taste my seed, but my pretty little vixen’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she exuberantly nodded. Her hands moved again, gripping my hips as she shoved my cock further into her mouth.
A quick flick of my wrist, and the crop snapped down against her pert little ass.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
My slutty little pet only groaned further, the sound vibrating around my length, pushing me all the more towards climax.
Her arms quickly moved back behind her back, correcting her form as her mouth worked fucking magic over my throbbing length.
“That’s it, beautiful angel. I want you to taste my cum,” I groaned as she drove me onwards towards orgasm. Her answering groan vibrated wantonly around my cock.
She pushed her head down further, enveloping my cock in the warmth of her mouth, and I could not hold back a moment longer.
