Free Ardor by Elena M. Reyes Page A

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