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“So? Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous I’d fuck you every day if I could.” He threw my jumper across the room before capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss, fingers starting to undo the buttons on my shirt by feel alone. He’d done it so many times now, he could do it in the dark.

I groaned as he pushed my shirt over my shoulders, wiggling my fingers so I could grab the cuffs and pull them over my wrists. Milo began to kiss down my neck, his touch burning my skin and drawing more moans from my lips. I tilted my head to give him more access, because it felt so fucking good and I couldn’t get enough.

I was barely aware of him undoing my belt and trousers until he began to push them down and I had to step back slightly so he could get them over my arse. I whined at the loss of contact, wishing there was a way for him to keep kissing me while I undressed.

“I know,” he said softly, his hands returning to my body as I stepped out of my trousers. “Will you lie down for me, please?”

I nodded, quickly toeing off my socks and spreading the towel out across the bed before I climbed on and settled myself in the middle, propped up on a stack of pillows with the towel underneath my arse. Milo was looking at me like he was ready to devour me.

But also like he was waiting for permission.

“Eat me, Milo,” I said, spreading my legs and running my hands down my body. “Drip ice cream all over me then clean it up with your tongue. Make a mess of me and fill me with cum. I want all of it.”

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he said, grabbing the ice cream and practically pouncing on me. My laughter melted into a groan as he straddled my thighs, popping the lid off the tub and throwing it casually onto the bed. His cock was half-hard, and I kept licking my lips, thinking about wrapping my mouth around it and sucking him deep into mouth.

Milo smirked as he dipped his fingers into the tub, scooping up some of the softening ice cream. It dribbled down his skin, running down his fingers and across his palm. He held his hand out and slowly tilted it so the ice cream dripped onto my chest.

I’d known it was going to be cold, but the sudden splatter of frozen liquid made me gasp. It wasn’t unpleasant though… especially not when Milo immediately dipped his head down to run his tongue across my skin, licking up the ice cream and pressing open-mouthed kisses across my chest, groaning as he did.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he murmured as he looked up at me from under his lashes, his eyes burning with desire. He dribbled more ice cream across my chest, rubbing it over my nipples and making me cry out as he teased the hardened nubs with his tongue. Apparently adding ice cream to them was one way to make them more sensitive.

He shuffled backwards along my thighs so he could trail his mouth further down my body, continuing to drip the melting ice cream across my skin before licking it up. Some of it ran down the curve of my stomach, and Milo groaned in awe and delight. “Love your body, baby,” he said as he kissed my stomach hungrily, following the trail of ice cream across it. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Y-Yeah?” I asked, arching up into his touch. I wanted to buck my hips, but with how he was sat on me, it was hard to move. It left me completely at his mercy, and the realisation had me coming apart at the seams. My cock dripped precum onto my skin, mixing with the ice cream that had started to pool at the top of my pubes.

“Yeah. Fucking stunning. And so delicious.” He groaned, lifting up slightly. “Spread your legs for me. I need to taste all of you.”

It was a little awkward to get my legs out from under him, but I managed, my eyes wide as Milo scooped up more ice cream and smirked at me. The ice cream was almost liquid now, and when he dribbled it across my cock I cried out at the sudden shift of temperature.

“Look at you, such a fucking treat for me,” Milo said darkly, tipping the tub and pouring the last of the ice cream across my cock and balls. Some of it ran down my shaft and onto my thighs, dripping down the insides of them, while a little more trickled over my balls and between my legs, making my taint sticky and wet as it ran all the way down to my hole.

He threw the empty tub onto the floor then lowered his head to my crotch and began to feast, utterly devouring me. My cock throbbed as he licked the shaft, flicking his tongue over the head and sucking it into his mouth, groaning around me as I filled him. I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to do whatever he wanted to me.

I was his treat, his plaything, his reward, and all his desires made real. And those were heady feelings to try and process.

Pleasure enveloped me, my body shaking as he took me apart. My balls tightened, my cock dripping into Milo’s mouth, and I gasped desperately. I wasn’t sure what I needed, I just knew it was more.

Milo pulled off my cock with a wet pop, his mouth moving down to tease my balls, sucking them gently and massaging them with his tongue. I was getting so close, but it wasn’t quite enough to make me come. Not when he then pulled off and pushed my thighs wider so he could kiss down my taint to my hole, flicking his tongue over the sensitive ring of muscle.

He moaned, like somehow I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, then began to eat me out. Fuck, I didn’t know if I was going to survive this.

“Milo,” I said with a gasp, pressing back against his mouth, trying to get him inside me. “I… fuck, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Then come,” he said, lifting his head for a second, his lips shining wetly. “I’m sure you can come twice for me, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

He must have gotten his knees under him, because suddenly he was moving up my body to kiss me, his fingers reaching under the pillow for something. I could taste myself on his tongue, the muskiness of my hole mingling with the lingering sweetness of the ice cream.

Milo pulled back with a smirk, a bottle of lube in hand. I didn’t know when he shoved it under the pillow, but I assumed it was while I’d been getting the towel. “I mean it, don’t hold back. Come whenever you want. I’ll just make you do it again when I fuck you.”

He kissed me deeply, stealing another moan from my mouth before he slid back down my body and planted himself between my thighs. I heard the click of the lube bottle but I couldn’t focus on it because he’d started teasing my cock again, flicking his tongue across the head and wrapping his lips around it.

I groaned as I felt the blunt pressure of his finger against my hole, the dual sensations of his mouth and his finger inside me hurling me towards the edge.

“Milo! F-Fuck, I’m… I’m gonna come,” I said, crying out with pleasure as his finger rubbed over my prostate and he swallowed around my shaft. My cock pulsed on his tongue, filling his mouth with cum, my hips jerking as I tried to chase every feeling hurtling through me.

It wasn’t enough though, and despite the incredible orgasm, I was still half-hard on Milo’s tongue. The usual oversensitivity I normally experienced taking a back seat to the need rampaging through me. All I could think about was how much more I wanted.

Milo had barely slowed his pace, pressing another finger into my arse as I fought to catch my breath.