Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I thought my nipple couldn’t get any harder, but the sensations are crazy good as my nipple pebbles and strains for more.
“Beautiful,” Heath says before removing the knife and lowering his blood-stained lips to my tit, sucking my nipple in in one hard suck. Jesus fucking Christ!
He comes up for air, grabs a chunk of steak in his teeth and feeds me, kissing and biting at my mouth as we share the succulent treat.
“Simply divine,” he says, licking his lips. “You may have the pleasure of the last piece,” he says to Josh.
And it is a real pleasure as my man licks and sucks at my blood-stained tits before picking up the last piece of meat in his teeth, grinning at me as he brings it to my lips.
An amazing pleasure, chewing and kissing and licking at the juices.
With a final sweep of his tongue over my chin, Josh stands back.
“Wonderful,” Heath says. “Our sweet curva looks like she’s ready for dessert.”
The guys retreat, and I wonder what’s coming next. Josh is what comes next, armed with the spray bottle, filled with water. I get jetted again as he cleans up the table for round three, grinning at me as he does it.
I wish he would break the rules and make me come with the flannel. My clit is sparking with need, my adrenaline still pumping from the threat of the blade, and I want the release and I want more.
I want to feel a thin slice of a blade gone wrong. I want to feel the burn of it. I want to be the dirtiest most hardcore table girl there could be. My mind runs riot, spinning through the options, and I have to bite my lip so I don’t moan when Heath arrives with bowls in his hands.
The cold jet of water Josh was using is nothing compared to the chill of the dessert Heath lays on my tits. Ice cream, thick and vanilla. He spoons it over my nipples, and down… down…
Josh’s fingers splay my pussy without instruction and the freeze hits my clit, dribbling ice cream down my slit as it melts. I’m focused on trying not to shiver when Heath’s fingers tilt my chin up.
“Open, curva, but don’t swallow.”
I adore the way our eyes meet as he pours thick double cream into my mouth, right to the brim. I breathe through my nose, keeping myself as still as I can.
I’m an ice cream covered whore with a mouth full of thick white topping, but it keeps on coming. Squirts of chocolate sauce, coating me in criss-crosses. Another stream down between my pussy lips. The chocolate smells so good. Oh, how I’d fucking love some.
“Don’t swallow, curva,” Heath says again, and eases my thighs apart. Josh splays my pussy wider and Heath holds up a spoon so I can see. “I know you like metal in your cunt, Ella. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.”
A spoon.
A spoon in my cunt – big and round.
Oh my fucking God, Heath Mason is fucking my pussy with a metal spoon. I have to battle not to choke on my mouthful of cream.
“This is going to make the ice cream taste so much better,” Heath says, pulling the spoon free from my pussy to scoop some up from my tits. Josh goes next, fucking me deep with his spoon before he takes a mouthful of vanilla. Then back to Heath. Both of them using my cunt as a dipping bowl before using my body as a plate. The ice cream is melting now, my bullet nipples feeling the creamy cold rivers as they run.
The guys’ hot mouths land next, interspersed with spoons, and I’m lost to it. I can’t move, can’t make a sound, can’t do anything but hold the sacred cream in my mouth like a good whore.
The chill of the air in the aftermath is almost worse than the shock of the chill I had when the ice cream landed. I’m cold now. Needy and tender, with my pussy crying out for more than just spoons. I want more metal inside me than that.
“Strawberry time,” Josh says, and I have no chance of keeping the cream in my mouth without dribbling when he pushes a piece of ripe fruit inside.
My mouth is a dipping pot. Strawberry after strawberry as the men dip and eat from me.
But where is my dessert?
My pussy is hungrier than my stomach. That’s where I want my dessert tonight.
Josh must read my mind.
“Keep that cream in your mouth,” he tells me. “We’re going to refill you, and you’re a lucky girl. Two types of cream at once.”
I can’t stop myself gurgling when he takes my thighs and hauls me towards him. The cream in my mouth sloshes, and I fight the urge to retch when it hits the back of my throat. But the discipline is worth it. The moment Josh’s swollen cock head glides its way along my gooey slit, I’m set for heaven.