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He removes both hands from under my shirt and presses his hard member against my ass. "Turn around, Angel." He loosens his tight grip on me for a second.
Now facing him, he pulls me closer, and the frenzy starts. Our lips clash together, and his tongue infiltrates my mouth, seducing and teasing me while my fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. The rush of lust coursing through my veins is ravenous.
With my palms wandering over his torso, I feel the heat building up in my core. Anything this man does, the way he touches me, the way he talks, pushes me over the edge.
He steps out of his shoes. "Your turn." While I lift my tee over my head, he unzips my pants and pulls them down. A low, manly grunt leaves his mouth when he sees my white lace underwear, "Fuck, Emma..." When he's done, he throws my clothing to the side and stands up. His eyes have turned darker with lust and need. He kneads my ass cheeks. "You sure know how to drive a man crazy, Angel."
Oh, you have seen nothing yet, Mister Brown.
Without him noticing, I search with one hand for the metal bowl. When I find it, I dip my digits into the substance.
"Nick, wait."
He lifts his head. "What?"
His pupils dilate when I smear my whipped cream covered fingers over his exposed chest.
"Oops, my bad," I say in a sweet honey tone of voice. "Let me clean that."
I bend and run my tongue over his skin. With a long stroke, I lick most of the cream off. As a reward, a deep, powerful growl leaves his throat. The moment our gazes connect, he turns and pulls the bowl towards him, plunging two fingers into the substance before bringing them to my lips.
"Lick."
I open my mouth, and while I suck on his fingers, he places his other hand between my legs—cupping and stroking my wetness. When he teases my little nob with his thumb, I'm on the verge of an orgasm.
"No, no Angel,” he says in a playful tone as he stops his sinful game “You will wait. Now be a good girl and remove the rest of your clothing before I rip it off."
His deep, dominant voice awakens an intense hunger inside of me. So, without waiting, I do as he asks.
"Good, now come here."
He lifts me and places my bare ass on the counter next to the bowl of whipped cream. Thenspreads my thighs and places himself between them and, after decorating both my nipples with the whipped cream, his lips come down again. He swivels his tongue around the tip, flicking, kissing, teasing it by pulling it between his teeth before releasing it with a pop. When he lifts, our mouths are so close that our breaths mingle. "Lay back, Angel," he whispers.
"What?"
My breath hitches when he reaches for the whipped cream once more and covers my pussy with it by running his fingers up and down my folds.
"My God... Perfect.”
I lean back on my elbows and tremble when his hot breath warms my inner thigh. Placing soft wet kisses from my knee up, his eyes find mine, dragging me into a sinful world the moment he touches my clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah, this needs more attention," he says, putting another small dot of cream on my slit.
The kitchen fills with my moans when he goes down on me. Long hard licks alternate with short feathery ones, makingme tremble as a blazing need burns from within.
"Do you like to look at me giving you pleasure?" he rasps as his gaze bores into mine.
I nod.
As he continues,I tumble over the edge, abandoning myself to this ecstatic heaven. My body shivers and squirms as a delicious orgasm sweeps me into nirvana. It takes a few moments to get down from my high, and when I open my eyes, Nick is hovering over me, his gaze still dark with lust.
I lift myself, and he grabs the back of my head, smashing our lips together. Long and passionate, we kiss until I'm breathless once again. Gently pushing his chest, I glide off the counter and drop to my knees. "It's my turn," I say, glancing up at him as I undo his pants and shove them down, his boxers following. His cock jumps out, and I wrap my palm around it.
"Let's see how you withstand delicious torture. Give me the whipped cream," I say in my most demanding voice. His mouth curls upward as he holds the bowl out to me. I bath my fingers in it and coat his length.
"Hm, this is what I call the perfect dessert." Wrapping my lipsaround the head, I let my tongue lap all the substance off, hand pumping up and down. I pull him out and stroke his shaft, licking him several times.
"Holy… God..." Nick grasps the counter as I keep working my magic on him.
