Page 9 of Scarred Temptation

“You are going to get it.”

“What did you tell me? Oh, yes. Promises. Promises.” I brought the spatula down six more times, one right after the other and by that point, she was no longer squirming. However, her breathing was labored and her face was glistening from the anxiety and building heat.

My dick had remained hard, enough that I was losing sense of control. The intensity of my need around her had increased with time and need, so much so that even now with being playful with her, there was a more indulgent desire that had everything to do with her friendship.

Not just in longing to taste her beautiful body.

Four more and her face was flushed and her breathing more labored. Even her eyes were closed. In just enjoying the moment, I realized I was a truly lucky man.

When I tossed the implement, she resumed fighting me, but I wasn’t interested in playing games. Not until I’d had my breakfast.

I rolled her over, offering her a commanding look when she dared try to climb off.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I told her.

“Maybe I’m finished with you.”

“Maybe, but a man needs to eat. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve satisfied my hunger.”

Given I was famished, I wasn’t as gentle with her as perhaps I should be, lifting and bending her knees without hesitation.

Isabel’s moans and purring sounds created such a divine need that I couldn’t think clearly. I pressed her knees to the counter, slowly lowering my head. With a single breath blown across her glistening pussy, she threw her arms out, lifting her torso into a lovely arch.

My mouth watered from her scent alone, so much so I couldn’t hold back even though I enjoyed teasing her. I dragged just the tip of my tongue around her clit, taking my time while every muscle in my body tensed.

“What are you… doing?” Her question was rhetorical. She knew exactly what I was doing, which was one of her favorite moments of our shared passion.

I knew her body well, something she’d told me several times. I kept her legs pinned down as I brought the tender bud into my mouth. In just sucking her sweet clit, I was driven into a quiet state of heaven.

The term heaven on Earth certainly applied around her. When I pulled the flat of my tongue all the way down the length of her pussy, she turned her head to the side. One arm bent until her fingers were resting on her swollen, abused nipple.

I’d work on those later, perhaps able to take my time with them before I thrust my dick inside her tight channel. We would see if I could wait that long.

Shifting one hand, I slipped a single finger past her swollen folds. God, she was so wet, even more so than the night before. As I continued feasting, I slowly rolled my tongue up and down before adding a second then third finger.

Isabel gasped, tossing her head from one side to the other. Prickles had developed across her skin, the early morning sun shining in through the open doors providing a perfect backdrop. Not that I’d found anywhere I’d taken her to be subpar.

Every moan was sweet fuel and my actions became even rougher, enjoying the way I brought her close to the edge then pulled away. I alternated between rolling my thumb around her clit and pinching it while driving my tongue inside. Her juice was sweet and tangy, cherries in the summertime.

My mind worked in wicked ways, another creative thought entering my mind. I continued feasting, refusing to lose momentum or refuse myself such a delicious taste of her while reaching for the fruit bowl.

She wasn’t paying any attention as I plucked a banana from the mix of various fruits, yet she lifted her head when I rubbed the end down the length of her pussy.

Her mouth opened to a perfectly formed O and with her eyes open wide, I was prepared for a barrage of insults, which I truly did enjoy.

Perhaps for once I’d shocked her. I continued teasing for a few seconds while she shifted back and forth on the counter. Her breathing was more labored and her toes were pointing from the tension.

“You’re crazy,” she managed.

“I told you before that I’m just a hungry man.” I pushed the fruit into her tight channel, taking my time doing so. While my cock was much larger, I was still engaging a foreign object.

I pulled her clit into my mouth while pushing in another inch. She’d all but stopped breathing, both hands fisted.

As soon as I thrust three quarters inside while keeping a firm grip on the end, she jerked up from the counter.

“Oh. My. God.”

With a smile on my face, I resumed my task more earnestly. Now I slowed my rhythm as I fucked her with the banana, paying close attention to her reaction.