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He pulled my hand to his lips. “Good. I’ll let him live.”
We continued to eat and talk, and I knew I’d never been happier than I was in that moment.
“You have some syrup on your chin,” I said, reaching over to wipe it off.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you lick it off?”
All my girly parts flared to life. I straddled his lap, wrapped my arms around him, and lapped at his chin.
“Mmm, you taste sweet, Kade Raven.”
He grinned as he ran his finger through the syrup on his plate. He coated my lips with the sweet sauce, then trailed his finger down my chin and my neck. “I want a taste too.”
Instinctively my pussy ground against his hard cock as he kissed the syrup off my lips and then dragged his tongue down my neck.
“So sweet,” he murmured. He tugged my shirt over my head and quickly released my bra. “I want more.” He coated his finger again, then spread the syrup over my nipples. I gasped at the feeling of the warm, sticky substance on my breast. I cried out when his lips sucked one, then the other nipple deep into his mouth.
“I think it’s time to get naked and messy,” he said.
I couldn’t have agreed more. We undressed and he pushed me on the table, coating parts of my body with the syrup. When it was mostly gone from his plate, he used the small pitcher with syrup and drizzled it over me. It was sexy and fun and sweet, and oh my god, explosive when he sucked my clit into his mouth and had me writhing in orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s good. Syrup mixed with sweet pussy juice.”
I moaned as his words made me hot all over again.
“I want a turn.” I sat up, pushing him away as I reached for the syrup pitcher.
“You should just stick your dick in it,” I said.
He quirked a brow and then shrugged. I took his dick in hand, and held the pitcher of syrup, dipping his tip in.
He let out a low moan. “Ah, fuck…”
“Does it feel good?”
“The idea of you sucking that off me feels good.”
I scooted off the table and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Give me your cock, Kade.”
“Aw hell, I might come just from you talking like that.” His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me toward his beautiful, long, thick cock, coated in sweet maple syrup.
I flicked my tongue at the tip, tasting the syrup mixed with his precome.
“Suck it, Morgan, oh fuck — take it deep.”
I wrapped my lips around his tip, and sucked hard.
“Fuck yeah!” His hips bucked forward, sliding him in deeper into my mouth.
I worked his cock, sucking and stroking. I released him, using my hand on his dick so I could suck on his balls.
“Jesus, you’re good at that.” He was panting and his hips were moving steadily faster.
I gripped him harder, and stopped.
“Oh baby, don’t stop.”
“Kade.”
He looked down at me. His eyes were filled with so much desire, I hated making him wait.
“What, baby? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Perfect. I was just… well… you once said you wanted to fuck my tits.”
The feral growl that escaped his lips had to have been heard all along Long Island.
“Will this help?” I reached to get the pitcher of syrup.
“You’re a wet dream come true; do you know that?” His voice was hoarse with an edge of desperation to it. He pulled me up from the floor and then pushed me to sit in a chair. “You’re too low on the floor,” he said by way of explanation. He took the pitcher, tilting it to coat my breasts.
Using his fingers, he massaged the sticky substance all over my nipples and inbetween.
“Jesus…you’re so fucking sexy, Morgan.” He put his finger under my chin and tilted my head. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
I saw the truth of his words in his eyes. I appreciated that he understood how much my ego needed to hear him say things like that.
He straddled the chair over my thighs and brought his dick toward me, between my breasts. “Push your tits together,” he said.
I did as he asked, wrapping my breasts around his length.
He withdrew and slid between them one. “Ah, fuck… this won’t take long.”
“Does it feel good?” I desperately wanted to please him.
“So, good, baby and so fucking sexy.” He began to move, his cock sliding up and down between my breasts. The tip it would appear over the top of my breasts when he pushed in. I stuck out my tongue to lick it each time it appeared.
“Ah, baby… I’m going to come… Can I come on your tits?”
“Yes.” I pressed my breasts together tighter, wanting to make sure he had the pressure and friction he needed.
