Ardor (9 page)

Chapter 12

“I want you in my mouth, Sir. Can I please lick you?” 
Am I supposed to say no?

“Fuck yes, baby . . . take me in your sweet mouth.” My growl turned into a whimper as she engulfed me between those succulent lips of hers.
Sweet motherfucking bliss. Jasmine hollowed her cheeks, and then began adding pressure to her suction while she pulled up and off my length.

“Are we going to play with what’s in that container, or
am I to play find the cream on my own, without instructions?” 

Saucy little vixen.
“Open the container, baby.”

Jasmine did as asked, and her smile turned into a full blown smirk once the contents inside the sealed plastic bin were revealed. She knew where this was going. 

“I’m giving you free liberty, Jasmine—this time.” Bright eyes shone back at me, and a devious look took over her visage. “I’d take advantage of the offer, baby. I’m not one to give over control so easy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I snapped with that one word. Grabbing her hair in my fist, I wrapped it around my hand, and pulled back hard.

She hissed in pain, yet the devilish smile never retreated from her face.

“Are you doing that shit on purpose? Are you fucking with me?” My voice was coming out in growls of anger. “This is not a fucking game, Miss Velez.”

“I’m not playing any games,” she insisted with a whimper.

Her eyes misted over, and just like that, I felt like an ass.

My hand released her hair at once, and then cradled her face. “Sorry, baby. Please forgive me, sweet girl. I wasn’t trying to upset you, but you have to understand that every time that sweet, innocent voice of yours calls me ‘Sir,’ the animal in me wants to break free and dominate you; control you.” Immediately I bent at the waist to lay a gentle kiss on her lips. Before continuing, I asked her once more if she wanted to proceed; my girl didn’t disappoint.

A small nod, and then a tender kiss to my hand was her answer. “Though, before we continue, I do have a question, Gregory.” 

I nodded, and asked her to continue. 

“I can do anything I’d like to you?”

“Yes.”

“With the cream?”
Again I nodded.

“With my tongue?”
The point was punctuated by her licking the drop of pre-come which had collected on the head of my dick.

I hissed.

“And my fingers?” Jasmine was pumping me with one hand while the other ran down to her pussy and began to play in her own moisture.

I groaned.

“Fuck yes, baby, anything and everything.”

“Just wanted to make sure,” Jasmine said then giggled.

Naughty, naughty little cashier.

Placing her wet fingers–the same fingers that had been inside of her pussy–into my mouth, she began to stand. Her flavor was so pungent and sweet; it was almost like melted dark chocolate on my tongue.

She took in my nakedness with a predatory gleam, circling, and making me tremble while her hands skimmed over every inch of my desperate body.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long, Gregory,” Jasmine whispered in my ear.
“Naked, wanting, and ready for me to worship.”

“Fuck, sweet girl, please don’t make me wait any longer.” I was begging for her touch, and needing to have my release as the pressure on my cock increased with every innocent yet naughty word that left her lips.

Scooping some of the Bavarian crème into her hands, Jasmine began to paint me. My six foot, two inch frame was soon decorated with the sweet concoction: my chest, my abs, and most importantly, my cock, were saturated by her art.

I became her personal, juicy pastry.

She stood back to appreciate her handiwork, smiling and biting her lips when my cock jumped in a “Hello” and “Come get me” sort of greeting.

“What are you waiting for?” I taunted, and the smile dropped from her face. What now stared back at me was a hungry she-wolf ready to pounce and destroy. 

Jasmine took two steps closer to me and with one finger traced over the head of my engorged member. With no rush in sight, her digit ran from the base to the tip of the head, and back down again.

My eyes rolled back, and my knees became weak.

She is going to be the death of me.

“Patience, Sir.” Jasmine
tsk
ed at me, and before I could react, she had one of my nipples in her mouth and was biting down harshly.

“Fuck!” I yelled into the empty store.

Her tongue was soft–almost like velvet–yet unyielding in her quest to devour me whole. Jasmine made sure to spend extra time licking my abs. Each indentation was worshiped and kissed. My hellcat traversed me from one side to the other, never stopping, but sometimes deviating from her path to kiss my lips with languid slowness, and so much feeling.

My back seemed to have been her favorite as it held a few of my weakest spots. Behind my neck she sucked with vigor. Across my spine her tongue traced, and I shivered. Along the crack of my ass she went, and I groaned, almost losing my balance.

Her tiny firm hands never stopped caressing my flesh, and every now and then she stroked my already engorged, ready-to-burst rod.

Each stroke felt like lighting had struck me and settled its energy within my heavy balls.

Sweetest fucking torture I’d ever experienced.

“My God, Gregory . . . you’re fucking leaking down to your balls.” She moaned around the head of my cock. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to enjoy tasting your
come. . . can’t wait anymore.” Jasmine growled, and then turned me around to face her all of a sudden.

No sooner had I been turned around, than her tongue reached out and began to clean up the mess she’d created with the sweetened crème. 

“Sweet merciful heaven.” I groaned in agony. “Please, for the love of all things holy, quit fucking teasing.” I wanted to yank Jasmine by her hair and force myself down her throat, pressing forward with so much force that she would choke on my length.

“Patience,” she chastised again, but it was too late. I was a goner, and the look in my eyes should’ve told her as much. With her fingers covered in the now room temperature cream, she smeared it all along my shaft.

“I’m a bit hungry, and don’t want the crème to go to waste.” She shrugged, eyes full of sparkle and that mischief I loved to see when she walked in every morning.

“Open up, baby.” My tone came out rough. “It’s time for you to worship my cock. I’ll try to be gentle, baby, but I won’t be making any promises I can’t keep.
The thought of me fucking your mouth alone…making you choke…”

“Oh, God …please, Gregory … fuck my mouth, baby. Claim my tongue.”

That was it; the straw that broke this stud’s back. My cock thrust forward, impaling its way through her lips, barely giving her a chance to open and prepare.

This was going to be raw and primal.

Chapter 13

“Fuck, baby,” I spoke between clenched teeth; the feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding my length making my knees weaken and threaten to give out. “Take it
dammit, take every last fucking inch.” Each word left my lips in a grunt that followed the harsh pace of my thrusts, pushing my impossibly hard girth down her constricting throat.

She choked, and her eyes watered, my size being more than she could handle—yet my

Jasmine pulled me toward her awaiting mouth, wanting more. 

Her tiny hands were caressing anything they could reach; my balls were tugged, my ass squeezed, and she even tempted me by swiping her finger around the rim of my puckered hole.

The sensation of her finger caressing the puckered flesh while she milked me with her throat felt amazing; everything with her was sweeter than ever before.

“Baby, I’m so close . . . Oh, fuck yeah, so close.” I held my hips in place while I enjoyed

the tight squeeze Jasmine’s throat would give every time she tried to swallow.

Pulling out, I let the string of pre-come pour out and smear on her lips, making them shiny and succulent. Jasmine couldn’t help but lick the heady gloss off and no sooner had she moaned than I bent over at the waist and devoured her juicy lips. 

Tasting my flavor on her lips served to spike my arousal. Never thought I’d see the day I would taste myself on another and enjoy it, but our flavors combined were indescribable.

I gripped my length and began to stroke up and down. Jasmine watched transfixed each time my thumb swiped the tip to gather more moisture.

“Lick my balls, baby.” Jasmine followed my directions with perfection. “Roll them around that hot little mouth of yours.” 

Obeying, she began to suck one ball into her mouth, settling its weight on her tongue before rolling, and sometimes tugging the skin with her teeth. Each nip or lick was driving me to the point of no return, and when I felt my balls grow heavy and my cock swell, I pulled her off.

With her hair still in my fist, I yanked her head back, and demanded she open those sweet

lips
.

No sooner had she opened her  large eyes, shining with so much love and lust, and trained them on me, did I fall head first off the precipice of ecstasy.

I came harder than I ever had before; spurt after spurt landed on her tongue, lips, and chin. My essence was tattooing my name on her flesh, marking her as mine with each drip that fell from my tip onto her flushed skin.

I’d given her a proverbial come-bath, and as she licked her lips and wiped her chin, I could tell she’d enjoyed every minute of it.

“God, baby, you are absolutely incredible.” I sort of wheezed, the intensity of it all leaving me breathless.

“And you taste divine, Sir.”  

My eyes narrowed. She giggled, and my cock twitched.

After a minute of taking in deep breaths, and her laughing at my expense, we stood up from the floor, and then began to do an actual walk through the store.

Aisle after aisle we played, teased, and my favorite of all: tasted. Jasmine’s favorite was the candy and sweets aisle where she admitted to having a sweet tooth. We enjoyed tasting different areas on each other’s body mixed with an endless amount of tart and sweet treats to satisfy our hunger.

That was the area of the store where one of my fantasies came to life.

Jasmine had just run off with a warning for me to stay put.

“Don’t move from this spot, Mr. Thomas, or my surprise will be taken away, and you won’t eat.” 

Jasmine was adorable when threatening me. She left me standing there, and while she ran from aisle to aisle, I could hear her giggles of excitement. My cock hardened again at the delighted sound.

She’d been gone for quite some time, and I was beginning to get anxious with each second that passed. Just as my right foot moved forward, I was stopped. 

“Don’t,” my hell cat growled.

“Get the fuck over here or I will come and get you, sweetheart; it’s your choice how the next few minutes pan out. Me with your pussy over my mouth or…Fuck me.”

Jasmine stepped out from behind the end cap of the aisle, one leg at a time. Never-ending amounts of flesh became visible, taunting me into submission; my hands clenched while I tried to calm myself down, but nothing made my heart pitter-patter like the sweet, innocent garter of hard candy she was wearing high on her slender thigh—small children’s necklaces looking sexier than anything my mind could have conjured.

My mouth watered at the sight of her lower lips glistening with her arousal, but what made me choke on my next swallow was what the minx did next. 

Jasmine pulled a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup from behind her back and drizzled the tops of her breast in the sinful treat. She could have stopped there and I would have paced myself, but when her hands grabbed one breast and her tongue licked what she could reach, I reached my limit of patience.

I growled, and she let out a hot, little whimper. 

My darling little Jasmine had been very naughty. Animalistic grunts of want tore through my chest as she took off giggling down the opposite aisle with me hot on her heels.

It could have been ten or thirty steps, I couldn’t tell you, but when my hands found her tanned waist, and pulled her back into my chest, my heart expanded and I felt whole.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I growled low in her ear before giving the lobe a rough bite.  

Jasmine’s arms wound around my neck and found purchase on the smalls curls at the nape of my neck. “Are you going to punish me, Sir?”

“You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.” She was light as a feather in my arms when I deposited her on one of the shelves, knees spread and pussy at eye level. It was perfection. Her hips gyrated and ground into the air as Jasmine looked for relief, but I refused to give in.

Instead, I began blowing lightly on the hood of her clit, watching it squirm. 

“Please, Gregory…eat me, fuck me…ruin me.”

“No.” With my eyes set on hers, I used the flat of my tongue to lick her from the top of one breast to the other, not leaving a single trace of the syrup behind. My tongue followed a path down to her belly ring and teased it with my lips. Jasmine panted and held on to my shoulders—
I  seized the bottle and poured one long drip over her mound.

It was beautifully erotic watching it drip and mix with her overflowing arousal. I lapped from her clit to the very end of her lower lips. Her fingers dug into my hair and pulled me
forward, smearing her juices and the sweet chocolate concoction all over my lips. The dam broke. It was too much, and not enough all at once. Without any restraint or any idea of stopping,

I devoured her core.

Having quite enjoyed the first treat she’d placed for me, I proceeded to bathe her intoxicating pussy with the Hershey’s syrup she’d tease me with. Her pussy was beautiful to admire as the chocolate melted and her own juices poured out, dripping down toward her rose bud. My tongue didn’t waste one drop of the ambrosia while I sucked and licked up every bit.

Tasting the dark chocolate mixed in with her natural sweetness was driving me to an almost zombie-like state. Her pussy was all I saw or wanted at that point.

The headiness of her cream left me delirious, and as she crashed onto another plane of satisfaction, I couldn’t help myself: I began to pump my length in time with the flicks of my

tongue
.   

Jasmine thrashed and cursed but I wouldn’t relent until I was right there with her— suddenly her eyes snapped opened, and locked on my hand mid-stroke. “Come all over my pussy, baby. Write your name on what belongs to you.”  It was all the incentive that I needed.

All that could be heard around the empty store were my grunts of pleasure and her chants of “Oh, God” and “Oh, fuck.”

Spurt after hot spurt of my come landed on her clit and nether lips, and then slid down toward the one hole I had yet to touch.

Soon,
I promised my semi hard cock as I backed away to watch my masterpiece. 

Jasmine looked glorious; her skin was flushed and misted with a slight sheen of sweat as she came down from her high. My girl was perfection incarnate. Her thighs trembled, and I leaned forward to give each one a kiss. Before my lips could connect, she stopped me.

Jasmine gave a slight shake of her head. “Too sensitive,” she mumbled. Her eyes were bright and the smile she wore as she said this left me wearing a silly grin of my own. 

“Miss Velez, you do realize that the main event has yet to occur? I’m not finished with you yet, baby.”