8

Ella

I watched him take a small spoonful of whipped cream before he scooped some of the decadent cherry pie onto the top of it. He slowly approached my lips and intentionally missed, smearing a bit of it at the corner of my mouth before the spoon slipped into my mouth. I hummed at how sweet it tasted, how luscious the cherries melted and how the whipped cream coated the insides of my cheeks. For a split second, I had forgotten where I was until I felt a slight warmth at the corner of my mouth.

I raised my hand to cup Foster’s cheek as his mouth cleaned up the mess he’d made. I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss before he pulled me into his lap. He was cocky, arrogant, and knew what he was doing to me. He was confident in a way that should make me crazy, but the moment his eyes opened, and his dark stare met mine I felt my insides give way. I straddled his lap before I went back in for another kiss, but he pressed his finger to my lips and stopped my assault.

“Get on the table,” he said.

I furrowed my brow in confusion but was too entranced with curiosity to disobey. I slowly got up from his lap and cleared myself a place to lay on the table, then I patiently waited for what he was going to do. I could hear him moving the chairs around before I felt his hands on my ankles, and one by one he placed my feet on the chairs so my legs would be more comfortable.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Much,” I whispered.

“Good. I want you to be comfortable.”

My body trembled in anticipation. I could feel his hands slowly edge up my legs as the cool air of the room grazed against the wetness of my panties. I wondered if he was going to kneel in front of me and lick me clean. I wondered if he was going to pull his cock out and simply slide my panties aside. I wondered if he was going to trail his hands all the way under my dress and search for my painfully puckered nipples just so he could play with them with his fingertips.

But, he did absolutely nothing that I thought he was going to do. Instead, I saw him reach for the cherry dessert. He dipped his fingers into the sticky goodness before he started painting designs on the insides of my legs. I could feel the whipped cream tainting my skin while the syrupy sugars dripped from my thighs, and then he did something I never thought I would’ve experienced in a million years.

He pulled my panties to the side and pressed the rest of the pie into my pussy.

I heard him drop to the ground and fiddle with his belt buckle while his tongue started dancing along my skin. He lapped up the goodness of the pie he’d just painted my skin with while my entire body arched into him. He cleaned my skin, licking and sucking marking onto me things I’d surely have to cover up for my next performance. He bit and licked, kissing areas that made me jump before he slowly traveled up both my legs.

I couldn’t stop twitching and shaking. My body was on fire as his scruff expertly danced along my skin. He coated my legs in his spit as he ate the dessert he ordered off my body, and the moment he finally got to my pussy I could feel the sugary mixture of my juices dripping down my ass crack. He slowly slid my panties off me, working them off my legs before he toed out of his pants, then he hit his knees again and plunged into my pussy.

His tongue dipped in between my folds, licking up the crusted goodness that had been shoved inside my body. I felt his lips trail down the rounded cheeks of my ass before his tongue found its way to my asshole, and he licked a long stripe all the way up to my clit. I could hear him swallowing everything down-- the pie, my juices-- all of it intermingling and mixing in a taste that made him hungry for more.

I jumped and shook with every flick of his tongue against my swollen clit. Electricity coursed through my veins as my body shook for him, and my heels pressed into the chair while my hips began to roll into his face. I covered him in my juices while his scruff tickled my pussy folds. My hand molded around the edge of the table as I looked for leverage, and by the time I was approaching my end my back was arching off the table and my hips were barreling into his face.

“Yes. Foster. Holy fuck, please don’t stop. Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, I can-... I can-... oh, yes!”

I flew over the edge just as he shoved his tongue back into my pussy and he moaned as my walls fluttered around him. He pulled my hips closer to his face, gobbling down all the juices I sprayed onto him as my body quaked at his mercy. I panted for air, catching all I could get in my lungs before he finally stood up, and I could see the massive cock he had standing at attention.

His precum glistened for me, taunting me with its goodness, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. I held out my hand and he grasped it, helping me up off the table as my world began to tilt. My head hurt with the force of my orgasm and I groaned, and I felt my forehead collide with his chest while he ran his hands through my hair.

“Deep breaths,” he said. “Just take deep breaths.”

When I finally collected myself, I jumped off the table and hit my knees. I took his throbbing cock between my lips just as he settled back down into a chair, and my hands wrapped around his thick, chiseled thighs while his cock throbbed against my teeth. Never in my life had I ever sucked off a cock this big, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take all of him at once.

I wrapped my hand around his base, no longer able to unhinge my jaw any further, and I began to hollow out my cheeks with suction while he ran his hand through my hair. I could feel his balls slowly hanging lower, filling themselves with his inevitable release. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs jump with every swipe of precum I swallowed.

I raised my eyes to look at him and found him staring down at me, and the look in his eye made my body tremble. He seemed primal. Strong. Determined with just a hint of vulnerability.

I wanted to make him come undone at the warmth of my mouth, so I slid him all the way to the back of my throat and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Soon, he began to thrust. His hands stopped their ministrations and curled into my hair, and soon my face was nothing but a warm place being used for his pleasure. I dug my fingernails into his thighs while he fucked my face, and I moaned in ecstasy as he commanded my entire body. His grunts and groans fell from his lips, covering my body in their salacious sounds while my throat began to close around him.

And that’s when I felt his legs begin to shake.

“Ella. Holy shit, you feel so good. Just like I thought you would.”

He gave my throat one last thrust before his balls pulled into his body. I took him down the back of my throat as my lips touched his pelvis, and I pressed a kiss to his skin and stained him with my red lipstick. I felt his hot streams of cum pump down my throat while his body unraveled in the chair. I gulped him down, reveling in his taste before I slowly removed him from my mouth, and as his head lobbed back in the aftershocks of his orgasm, all I could do was stifle a giggle.

My lipstick really did leave a hell of a stain behind.