“Say it.”
She huffed with irritation, fingers squeezing my hand in silent begging.
“Say it.” My cock leaked with anticipation, but my need for her to be okay with every step of this was even more powerful.
“I love when you talk dirty to my pussy,” she whispered softly.
“Good.” I dipped my nose across her leaking pussy, thinking I was about to tear those little panties off with my teeth any second. “Now say it so the neighbors can hear you.”
She paused for a moment as if pondering my words, before I left her no choice and tore at the elastic of her panties with my teeth, the treat of the fabric against her golden flesh enough to send me cumming for the next week.
And then Daphne screamed, “Oh! My! God! Arkin, yes, please, please, keep talking dirty to me. Please don’t stop eating my juicy peach.”
I laughed against her now-bare cunt, mouth watering as I gazed on her sweet, glistening goodness.
“That’s what I like, baby.” I grasped my hands at her thick thighs, pulling her dripping cunt where it belonged, against my face. “Keep it nice and loud. It’s hard to hear when I’ve got your beautiful thighs around my ears.”
My tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she trembled wildly. “Arkin —oh God!”
I grinned, diving deeper, stabbing my tongue through her pink engorged folds and sucking with raw fire raging through my veins.
Every single one of her breathy moans registered in the base of my balls, and my cock bit against my zipper, inching closer to a release as I continued to brush against the counter. Gyrating eagerly, I licked at her hot cunt, hands tweaking at her nipples and roaming the heavy flesh of her gorgeous tits.
I groaned against her pussy, thinking of the way she’d flashed her deep cleavage every time she’d leaned over to offer me more food tonight, and all I’d wanted to do was jerk my cock in my hands and then blow my load across her heaving breasts.
With an erotic shudder, Daphne’s sweet little pussy trembled, thighs shaking at my ears before her soft pants turned to desperate cries and she creamed on my tongue. I eagerly sucked up everything she had to give.
My own release barreled forward uncontrollably, my balls drawing up tight as the edge of the island gave just enough friction against the tip of my cock that I came in thick bursts. The denim on my jeans dampened almost instantly, the juice of her pussy still sliding down my lips.
My gaze slid around the counter, settling on a chocolate-covered piping bag she’d used to make the pudding. I grabbed it with one hand, pushing her dress over her head with the other, pink lacy bra and hard little nipples waiting for me.
With one hand, I piped tiny smiley faces across the cups of her bra and then drew lines down her torso with arrows ending straight at my juicy little peach.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of the best peach in the world…” I licked the chocolate off her skin, sucking extra hard at the nubs of her nipples to make them stand stiff and pert, before ending at her juicy mouth, kissing sweetly and grinding my dick against her warm, silky folds.
“Sweetest pudding and juiciest peach.” I kissed her slowly. “I may never leave.”
C H A P T E R E I G H T
Daphne
“I don’t want you to leave,” I panted, the orgasm still lingering and my senses still wild with abandon. All my worries seemed to disappear, and right in this moment, the only thing that mattered was Arkin and me, right now in this space.
Arkin, his tongue, and his hands were all that I could think about. “Sweetheart, if I stay, I’m not sure I can control myself.” He pointed to his jeans, and I could see the small wet spot. “It’s a little embarrassing when a man my age acts like a thirteen-year-old boy.” He smiled. I barked a laugh and immediately clamped my hand to my lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.”
He pulled me off the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist, moving us to the small couch in my living room. He fell back on the sofa with me now on top of him.
“That sweet, juicy peach feels so good against my cock,” he groaned as I rubbed down on him, getting high on the power of bringing this strong man to his knees. He hands roamed my body, and I felt the callouses of his palms grating against my skin deliciously.
“Your skin is so fucking soft, baby,” he said as he moved his hands to my nipples. He lingered there for a moment, as if he was waiting for my permission. His eyes locked with mine, and I nodded.
I felt safe with Arkin. I wanted to be with him. Ineededto be with him. I needed to forget everything—all the pain all the worry. I just wanted him.
“Oh, baby,” he said, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking me deeply. He bit gently, grazing his teeth against my nipple and causing my entire body to shiver.
“I love how fucking responsive you are to me,” he growled beforeslapping my thigh roughly and then moving me off him and onto the couch. He was up and pacing the floor a moment later.
