“Let me just check the cookies,” she pleads. “My first pie is almost done.”
I like that she made two pies. Luna knows I’m a man who can eat.
She steps out of her pj bottoms, and I watch her bare ass as she bends down to open the oven, my eyes glued to her body.
She should be fuckin’ illegal.
“Good job I checked,” she mutters as she pulls out a tray of just done cookies, and the first pie.
It’s all cooked to perfection.
“Smells good,” I say, giving her a chin lift.
She shoves the second pie in and then adjusts the temperature on the dial, turning back to face me.
“Sit on the counter,” I order.
I like her cheeks flushed like this. I can’t wait for her to ride my face.
“So bossy, T.”
“Just do it. No lip.”
She has a smudge of cookie dough or something smeared on the side of her face, her hair is a mess, and those rosy cheeks… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t come here just to fuck her, but she makes it so fuckin’ impossible to concentrate on anything else.
“Tag!” she squeals when I lift her and flip the apron up so I can see her pussy.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I move my fingers between her legs and stroke her as she cries out.
Her hands reach into my hair as I spread her legs wider.
I’ve been dying to get my fill of her like this ever since I had a taste the other night, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
I slide a finger, then two, into her pussy, and she moans my name in a long drawl.
“Lie back,” I tell her.
She does as I say. Shoving leftover ingredients out of the way, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and lean down. I bury my face in her pussy and eat her out like I’m a starved man.
And maybe I am. Starved for her pussy, that is.
I latch onto her clit as she squirms and I hold on to her, pulling her even closer toward me.
I can’t get enough. I can’t get close enough.
“Oh, Tag,” she cries as I slide two fingers inside as my tongue laps at her clit. “I’m gonna come, T…”
And she does, her explosion echoes off the walls as she screams and I keep pumping her.
I pull my fingers out and run a hand over her torso and up to her chest. I’m delighted that she’s rucked up her pj top so her breasts spill out behind the apron.
“Sit up,” I command. “Need these tits.”
With one hand still playing with her pussy, I latch onto one tit with my mouth and suck her nipple.
Our eyes meet and her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as I suck and suck and suck.
Fuck, she feels so good.Too good.