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I let out a pleasured groan. “What do you want from me?”
Rogan didn’t respond. He just kept holding me down and licking up the chocolate, leaving a cool sensation in its wake.
Finally he reached the end of the trail. He brushed a kiss against my lips—he tasted like sugary chocolate—and then stood up to remove his belt, then his jeans.
I watched the sight with wide, eager eyes. His grey boxer-briefs hugged his thighs and crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. His hard length ran down one side, so long that the tip almost popped out the leg.
I tensed with anticipation, excited to see what he would do next. This man, this god of muscle and tan skin, stood over me for three long breaths. His eyes raked over my body, and I slipped all the way out of the bathrobe to give him a better look.
Then he leaned down, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over.
I let out a yelp of surprise. Then I felt the same warm sensation as he drizzled chocolate sauce over me.
“I want to keep eating you up,” he rumbled. “I can’t get enough.”
I twisted to look back at him. “If you think the sugar rush is good, wait until you see how Ifeel.”
“I’m getting there.”
I glanced at the thick bulge in his boxer-briefs. “Looks like you got there a while ago.”
He smiled teasingly. “I like making you wait.”
I trembled as he bent to me again, this time starting between my shoulder blades and licking down my back. His underwear was soft against my skin, with the raging-hard cock pressed against my ass cheek. It moved down my thigh as he licked the chocolate down my spine.
By the time he reached my ass, I was full of electric energy. He followed the drizzle of sugar across my left ass cheek, squeezing the right with his hand. His thumb dug into my flesh, inches from my sopping entrance. Rogan squeezed harder and his grip shifted, thumb sliding closer. I imagined his tongue inside me, doing everything he’dbeendoing, and his lips drifted lower and lower until they were on my inner thigh…
And then he kissed away from my sex.
I let out a groan of sexual frustration. “I want you.”
“You’re cute when you squirm,” he said deeply.
“Yeah, well, you’d be a lot cuter if your face was buried in my—ohh.”
As if he had read my mind, Rogan flashed his tongue out and licked up my slit. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and humid, as he admired the view from behind.
“I love the way you taste,” he said, squeezing my ass with both hands and spreading my cheeks apart.
“That’s the chocolate,” I breathed, eager to feel him again.
He shook his head. “No. It’s not just the chocolate. Underneath that taste isyou, and you’re delicious.”
To underscore the point, he dove back into me from behind. I trembled as he jammed his tongue deep inside my pussy, then wriggled it up and down. My entire body melted as he gobbled me up, then circled his lips around the nub of my clit, sending new bolts of electric energy throughout me.
I clamped my pussy tightly around his tongue, and he jammed it deeper, face pressing against my backside. His arms circled my thighs andpulledme against him, like he was trying to smother himself in my lady-parts. It was exactly what I needed, and soon I was bucking against his face with every lick.
I was rocketing toward an orgasm with reckless speed, forced along by his tongue and his arms and the way his hands gripped my skin, holding on for dear life. I lost myself in the torrid waves of arousal, each one nudging me closer to white-hot bliss.
“Yes,” I begged. “Yes, oh yes, don’tstop…”
I don’t know what kind of walls they have at the Four Seasons. Hopefully they’re thick and sound-proof, because I totally lost myself in those moments as Rogan’s tongue worshipped my pussy and clit. I made noises so loud and intense that someone outside might think Iwasbeing tortured in here. Hopefully Timmy didn’t have any other room service deliveries on this floor.
My whole body trembled on the sheets after, aftershocks of pleasure. Rogan gripped my body steadily, nose buried deep into my slit like it belonged there.
I felt him pull away, and then I heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle. He was rummaging in the pocket of his jeans. I wanted to look, but I was too happy laying on my belly to move.
I heard a small tear, and when I finally glanced back, Rogan was rolling a condom onto his cock.
