Page 45 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“To function. To bake. To come undone.”
A gasp bursts out of my lips.
Instinctively, my palm rests on his chest and my eyes search his. “Yes, please.”
“Mmm.” A guttural rumble erupts from his chest. “Fuck, I love to hear those words.” His nose nuzzles mine. “I guess, I’ll be eating two sweets today. But you, you are my favorite.” He winks.
His praise and his blanketing words fill something deep inside me that longs for this type of reciprocation.
He removes any unnecessary fabric, “I prefer those full breasts on display.” My hard peaks poke at him.
I lean back on my forearms for support, fully naked under his roving gaze.
He grabs the spoon we used to mix the ingredients, plunges it into the cake, and lines it against my lips. “Open your mouth, and eat it like a good girl while I fuck you.”
It’s like he turned the switch up to burning hot degrees of dirty talk.
I love it when he dominates me like that. It unlocks the deep desire within me, begging to be wrecked. Craved.
Gently, he spreads my legs wider and stares into my eyes.
I take the warm bite coated with chocolate syrup into my mouth. Once the bob of my swallowing throat passes, a moan gracefully flits the air to the force of his thrust.
Grinding his pelvis on my bundle of nerves. Another deep thrust and a slow withdrawal follow the previous.
Best of both worlds happens right here in my shop’s kitchen. This is absurd. Yet nothing with Luka is. He makes everything appearsimple.
“I want to see us.”
He helps me position my upper body upfront, latching my hands around his neck as he makes tiny movements inside me.
Our joined sexes slap against each other, and a buzzing sensation brews in my body, traveling through my veins and tickling my hands, feet, and pussy.
The sloppy sounds reverberate around us.
“Look at how your pussy accepts me so well.” He whispers in my ear, sliding in and out.
Our connection is alluring. It’s our own special clutch, much like riding his bike; if you know how to use it right, you’re bound for a hell of a ride.
He licks the drops of chocolate covering the corners of my mouth.
Smearing syrup on my jaw and breast, he flattens his tongue, collecting the stains on my skin and leaving the spots clean. “It tastes better on you.”
He gathers more on the spoon and paints my face with it to his liking. A small stream trickles down my jaw and onto my chest. His tongue swipes a straight line from there up to my jaw and deep dives into my mouth.
I taste the sweetness in every stroke he inflicts in my mouth.
Both hands around my neck, he pulls away from our kiss to lick the syrup from my cheeks and nose.
His pumps become remorseless. Slamming into my hole with a mind-blowing eagerness. Every pump is stretching me and filling me deeper.
“L-Luka.” I moan his name loudly. The feeling of the cool metal of the spoon on my clit and the metal attached to his cockhead send electricity throughout my spine.
“I’m coming.” He groans to my ear and I feel his cock jerk in the depth of me.
I let go of everything I am into this peaceful dimension as we both come together.
His warm release mixes with mine, spilling down my convulsing pussy onto the counter.
