Free Ardor by Elena M. Reyes Page B

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