He grabs the syrup and drizzles it along my chest. I whimper as the coolness of it makes me shiver, and then I pant as it drips over my skin. He licks the trail along my chest, up between my breasts and then around my nipples before sucking one into his mouth.
I can’t help but laugh before it fades into a cry. “Yes,” I hiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips glide up my chest to my chin as we meet in a desperate kiss. Reaching between us, I slip my hand into his joggers, grab his hard cock, and squeeze, making him groan into my mouth.
His hand slips down my belly to my pussy and slides through my wet folds, flicking my clit along the way before he teases my hole. “I’m going to fuck you with syrup-covered fingers, and then lick you clean as you come,” he warns.
Hell yes, sign me up.
Like he heard my internal plea, he leans away from me. Panting, I watch him slather his fingers in syrup like he promised and, eyes on me, he slips two of them inside me. He stretches my channel, rubbing along my walls until I lift my hips. It’s so twisted, I can’t help but love it. Then his mouth attacks my breasts, nipping, licking, and sucking my nipples. I give myself over to Tyler’s pleasure. I ride his hand and push my chest into his mouth, and when I come with a scream, his mouth is on my pussy, lapping up my release, tasting my cream mixed with syrup. He licks me through it until I push him away.
Sitting back with a smile, he licks his lips and hums. “Sweet.”
“Fuck, Tyler,” I rasp. With a hungry look aimed at me, he shoves down his joggers. I barely catch a glimpse of his hard, thick cock before I yelp as I’m dragged down the table. He throws my legs over his shoulders and slams his cock inside me.
A scream leaves my lips, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he works his cock into me before pulling out and plunging back in.
Lifting my hips, I meet his quick thrusts with my head thrown back against the table. My nipples ache from his mouth, and my pussy pulses with aftershocks that he fucks me through.
“I love the way you feel, Angel. So fucking tight and wet wrapped around my hard cock. My greedy little girl, aren’t you? Just loving whatever I give her,” he growls.
Eyes closing in bliss, I nod in response, but he spanks my clit, making me cry out. “Words, Angel,” he demands.
“Yes! Fuck, whatever you want!” I cry out desperately, my pleasure already building back up and ripping through my body. My skin is overheating, my belly quivering, and my legs are beginning to shake. I can’t catch my breath, can barely speak as he hammers into me.
Fucking me like he promised.
He spanks my clit again, harder this time, and it throws me over the edge. I drag him with me, clamping around his thick cock until he comes with a yell, filling me with his cum. Leaning down, he rests his head on my chest, listening to my pounding heart as we lie there and recover. I feel our mixed releases dripping from me, and the sticky sensation of it has me whimpering.
It was a perfect, quick, hard fuck. I love everything he gives me—the long teasing sex, the short feral kind…anything, as long as I get to have him.
“Now that’s a good morning.” He laughs and kisses over my heart. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
We shower together, kissing and laughing, and after, I get dressed in my normal clothes again. I have to work later, and Tyler has to check in on his new acquisitions, so he drives me home. He kisses me goodbye in the car with a promise to talk to me later and plans to spend all day together tomorrow, which I can’t wait for.
I watch him drive away with a huge smile I can’t seem to get rid of, and when I can’t see him anymore, I head inside.
When I reach my door, I see flowers there, which makes me grin wide as I grab them and let myself inside. As I walk to the kitchen to find a vase, I look for a card but don’t find one. Either way, I’m betting they are from Tyler. They aren’t my favourites like he bought me last time,