Page 63 of Ezekiel
“Fuck! I’m going to cum. Taste me, angel,” I grunted as thick ropes of my seed spurted into her mouth. My hands fisted tightly in her hair. I watched as her eyes widened in shock and then rolled back in her head with a groan.
My thick cum dripped from her lips as she struggled to keep my load in her mouth. I pulled away, out of her mouth, slowly. She swallowed with a grimace and I had to chuckle.
“Not a fan of that taste, pet?” I teased her. She blushed and shook her head. “That’s quite alright. I’ll never ask you to swallow if you don’t wish to.”
“That would have been nice to know beforehand,” she sassed, and I laughed out loud. I put a bit more of the honey on the tip of my finger, slipping it into her mouth. She sucked quickly on my digit, licking up the sweet, sticky substance to replace the taste of my cum.
“Now it’s my turn,” I nearly growled at her hungrily. I helped her to her feet, spinning her around and lifting her onto the table. Christ, her body was gorgeous. “You aren’t the only one who is hungry for a taste of something sweet,” I groaned, eyeing the folds of her moist sex.
With a hand between her breasts, I pressed her back against the table, her body splayed out before me like the most delicious feast I had ever laid eyes on.
“Half of me doesn’t even want to spread this delicious, sweet honey on your body to lick off,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.
“I don’t care as long as your tongue is on my body,” she groaned, writhing with anticipation. It made me chuckle. I was skilled with my mouth, but she stroked my ego like none other with her needy responses.
“Need my tongue on you that badly, Angel?” I teased, leaning over her prone body, spreading her thighs with my hands as I leaned forward.
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned deliciously. Grasping the jar of honey in my hand, I drizzled long lines of it over her breasts and down her stomach. I would wait to add it to her own sweet nectar until I had reached her slit. I leaned forward, licking the sweet substance from the creamy flesh of her breasts in long strokes of my tongue.
Her body shifted underneath me, urging me to move towards her erect nipples.
“So needy,” I breathed against her breast, moving my mouth to her nipple and taking the stiff peak into my mouth. It hardened further in my mouth as she arched against my lips. My teeth worried the tip, the gasp from her lips music to my ears.
“Sir,” she panted, as I continued to lick and flick my tongue over every little drop of honey on her skin, which was only enhancing her already exquisite flavor.
I worked my way down her body, teasing her, tasting her, until finally I was at the juncture of her legs, her sweet cunt drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I pulled up a chair and sat myself between her widespread legs, running my hands along the creamy flesh of her thighs before parting her dewy nether lips. She spread fully open for me, that pink pearl of her clit peeking out from under its hood and shining with her arousal.
“I could look at you for hours,” I breathed. On my next inhale, I could smell her arousal. I watched as it dripped from her cunt like the honey I dripped on her tits. I leaned forward, swiping my tongue over her sensitive folds and lapping up her essence with gluttonous hunger. She tasted divine. All sinful sweetness and a musk that was uniquely hers.
“Oh my God, Zeke!” she yelped as my tongue flicked over that luminescent pearl. Back and forth. Back and forth.
I quirked an eyebrow up at her and stopped my movements.
“Excuse me?” I chastised.
“Sir. Sir! I meant Sir!” she nearly screeched, her hands reaching for my curls to pull me back down to her dripping cunt.
“Hands above your head. Keep them there.” I barked the order at her for only a split second before my mouth descended to her folds again. I grinned against her pussy as she immediately obeyed.
I grabbed the honey again, pulling some out of the small jar and dripping it over her throbbing clit. The sticky sweet seemed to melt over her glistening cunt. I growled as I licked her sweet folds, like my life depended on it.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my words vibrating against her.
“Sir…” she keened sweetly, her thighs tensing as I pushed her further into bliss. My fingers slid into her wetness, hooking upwards until I pressed against her g-spot. Her back arched, thighs lifting up in the air. My fingers slid out of her heat, and I pressed my palms against the underside of her thighs, pushing her legs back into her body and opening her up for me like the fucking feast she was.
I licked and laved, twisted and twirled my tongue around her most intimate parts until her breaths were coming in needy, panting, gasping sounds.
“Sir, please,” she begged. My eyes lifted, watching her from below as her breasts heaved with her need. I could see the way her arms twitched, wanting to reach down and hold me to her, yet she stayed still. She obeyed. Sweet fucking submission.
I shook my head, letting her know she could not cum. Not yet. Not quite yet.
I added a second finger, stretching the vice grip of her pussy as I slid them in and out, in and out. All the while pushing and pulsing against her secret spot.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, letting my teeth just barely graze against that most sensitive part, my hand twisting below my mouth as my pinky finger just barely grazed her backdoor.
“Sir!” she screamed, barely holding on to the thinly veiled control she had over her impending orgasm. Her thigh trembled around my head, closing in on me. I didn’t give a fuck. She was going to endure the pleasure I gave her.
I circled that back entrance, round and around, slipping my finger inside, just teasing at her tight rim.
