Free Ardor by Elena M. Reyes

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