wondered if he would use his tongue on her, make her come.
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The thought flew away as he traced the fork up her body, gently pricking her as he went. He stopped from time to time, spearing a piece of food and lifting it to his mouth.
Clarissa forced herself to lie still, even as she wanted to scream at him to stop playing with her, to put his hands back on her pussy, to make her come. Finally he picked up a piece of the shrimp, dragged it through the sauce, and then lifted her head.
The movement tightened the tension on the chain and made her groan.
“Eat.” He put the shrimp in front of her mouth, and she ate it, chewing slowly as he watched.
“Thank you.”
“You"re welcome. Would you like more?”
“Yes, please.” He laid her head down gently, then walked behind her and unsnapped the link above her head. The tension on the chain released, and she sighed in relief.
“Thank you, again.”
“Sit up.” She did as he asked, and food fell to the table, some of it spilling onto the floor. She started to get off the table, and he pressed down on her shoulder. “Stay on the table.”
He fed her several pieces of shrimp, running each one through the sauce that still lingered on her stomach or had dropped to her thighs. Then he put both hands under a breast, lifted it toward her mouth.
“Lick.” The chocolate, mixed with the saltiness of her skin, tasted delicious. He stroked the back of her hair as she lapped at herself. “Such a good girl. Suck your nipple, clean it off.”
He tilted her large breast up to give her better access. The chain and her ring tasted strange as she followed his instructions. The sweetness of the chocolate won out, and she cleaned her nipple totally, her nipple popping from her mouth as he released her breast gently.
“I guess there"s something to be said about having fatty boobs, huh?” She laughed nervously, then watched him move to the other side of the table.
“Now this one.” She licked herself again, not sucking her nipple into her mouth until he gave her instructions to do so. This time his free hand traced her thighs as she suckled herself. When he let her go, he stroked her cheek. “You"re such a good girl. Too bad you can"t lick your own pussy. I"d like to see that.”
Laughter bubbled out of her mouth. “I"m fat, so my boobs are real and big and can move. I"m not a contortionist.”
“You"re not fat; you"re extremely beautiful and very delectable.” Heat rushed through her at his words. Even Serge, who had professed to love her, had told her at times how heavy she was, how much he wanted her to slim down. Maddox leaned toward her, kissed her gently.
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“I"m still hungry, and I hate to see good hummus go to waste. It"s one of my favorite foods.” He trailed his hand down her body as he moved to the end of the table.
He grasped her thighs and pulled her toward him until her ass barely rested on the table. Then he sat in the chair, and his head disappeared between her thighs.
She cried out as his tongue speared her lips, diving inside her folds and licking greedily. His soft murmurs of approval as he feasted made her feel more wanted than she"d ever felt in her life. His tongue teased her pussy, lapping at her clit from time to time. She gasped and undulated into him, the pull on her rings as delicious as the softness of his tongue.
When he pulled her clit into his mouth, then flicked the tip of his tongue over the tight nub, she came, her body tightening with pleasure as he continued his luscious assault.
“Maddox! Oh fuck.” She fell back onto the table, pressing herself into his mouth as he continued to eat. When his head finally lifted, she wanted to scream at him to go back for more. She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed down at him, her eyes heavy with desire.
“So good.”
“Yes, it was rather tasty.” He smacked his lips, then squeezed her thigh. “Now it"s time for you to have something
Desert Surrender
59
The thought flew away as he traced the fork up her body, gently pricking her as he went. He stopped from time to time, spearing a piece of food and lifting it to his mouth.
Clarissa forced herself to lie still, even as she wanted to scream at him to stop playing with her, to put his hands back on her pussy, to make her come. Finally he picked up a piece of the shrimp, dragged it through the sauce, and then lifted her head.
The movement tightened the tension on the chain and made her groan.
“Eat.” He put the shrimp in front of her mouth, and she ate it, chewing slowly as he watched.
“Thank you.”
“You"re welcome. Would you like more?”
“Yes, please.” He laid her head down gently, then walked behind her and unsnapped the link above her head. The tension on the chain released, and she sighed in relief.
“Thank you, again.”
“Sit up.” She did as he asked, and food fell to the table, some of it spilling onto the floor. She started to get off the table, and he pressed down on her shoulder. “Stay on the table.”
He fed her several pieces of shrimp, running each one through the sauce that still lingered on her stomach or had dropped to her thighs. Then he put both hands under a breast, lifted it toward her mouth.
“Lick.” The chocolate, mixed with the saltiness of her skin, tasted delicious. He stroked the back of her hair as she lapped at herself. “Such a good girl. Suck your nipple, clean it off.”
He tilted her large breast up to give her better access. The chain and her ring tasted strange as she followed his instructions. The sweetness of the chocolate won out, and she cleaned her nipple totally, her nipple popping from her mouth as he released her breast gently.
“I guess there"s something to be said about having fatty boobs, huh?” She laughed nervously, then watched him move to the other side of the table.
“Now this one.” She licked herself again, not sucking her nipple into her mouth until he gave her instructions to do so. This time his free hand traced her thighs as she suckled herself. When he let her go, he stroked her cheek. “You"re such a good girl. Too bad you can"t lick your own pussy. I"d like to see that.”
Laughter bubbled out of her mouth. “I"m fat, so my boobs are real and big and can move. I"m not a contortionist.”
“You"re not fat; you"re extremely beautiful and very delectable.” Heat rushed through her at his words. Even Serge, who had professed to love her, had told her at times how heavy she was, how much he wanted her to slim down. Maddox leaned toward her, kissed her gently.
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Melinda Barron
“I"m still hungry, and I hate to see good hummus go to waste. It"s one of my favorite foods.” He trailed his hand down her body as he moved to the end of the table.
He grasped her thighs and pulled her toward him until her ass barely rested on the table. Then he sat in the chair, and his head disappeared between her thighs.
She cried out as his tongue speared her lips, diving inside her folds and licking greedily. His soft murmurs of approval as he feasted made her feel more wanted than she"d ever felt in her life. His tongue teased her pussy, lapping at her clit from time to time. She gasped and undulated into him, the pull on her rings as delicious as the softness of his tongue.
When he pulled her clit into his mouth, then flicked the tip of his tongue over the tight nub, she came, her body tightening with pleasure as he continued his luscious assault.
“Maddox! Oh fuck.” She fell back onto the table, pressing herself into his mouth as he continued to eat. When his head finally lifted, she wanted to scream at him to go back for more. She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed down at him, her eyes heavy with desire.
“So good.”
“Yes, it was rather tasty.” He smacked his lips, then squeezed her thigh. “Now it"s time for you to have something
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