“Okay, now let’s see you do one all by yourself.”
“No problemo,” I said with an air of smug confidence. I’ll show him.
But as I shifted the spatula under another pancake, his right hand joined his left on the unoccupied breast. He began to knead them, squeezing and circling. My nipples hardened beneath the fabric of my bikini and sent arousal straight to my sex. A hot shiver shot down my spine as I felt his own arousal pressing against my backside. Oh, God!
And then one hand slid under my bikini bottom and made a beeline for my clit. That did it. With a loud moan, I flipped the pancake. It went flying and landed two feet away from me on the bleached hardwood floor.
“Fuck!” I wasn’t sure if I was reacting to my cooking faux pas or to what was cooking between my legs. Things were heating up quickly. And as if things couldn’t get more out of control, I squirmed and accidentally knocked over the bowl of batter. Crash! While the ceramic bowl didn’t break, a pool of the goo spread all around my feet. Fumbling for the nearby roll of paper towels, I crouched and got down on my hands and knees to clean up the mess I’d made.
“I’m sorry,” I groaned, impossibly trying to blotch up the gooey mess. I saturated one paper towel after another. Why did I have to be Calamity Jen?
“Don’t be.” I could hear amusement in Blake’s voice. “I love seeing a woman on her hands and knees.”
“I’ve totally fucked up breakfast.”
“No you haven’t. Breakfast is about to be served.”
Before I could say a word, Blake hit the floor, and in one smooth move, spread my legs and yanked down my bikini bottom. Kneeling behind me, my ass raised in the air and legs parted, he penetrated my pussy, inch by delicious inch. I let out a loud moan.
“You’ve been a bad student,” he growled.
“I’m sorry,” I squeaked as he began to pound into me from behind. My breasts and ponytail dusted the spilled batter as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts.
“You need to be punished.”
Without warning, I felt a light sting on one of my butt cheeks. I yelped. He slapped me again a little harder. He wasn’t using his hand. It was the spatula.
He continued to slap my bottom as he ground into me. The pain mixed with the pleasure. Erotic moans and groans escaped my throat. It felt incredible!
“You like that?” he breathed with a deliciously painful yank of my ponytail that lifted my head away the floor.
I simply nodded as my pussy gripped his hot pumping cock. He was hitting my G-spot again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm rose inside me. Upon another hard yank of my ponytail, I screamed and imploded.
“Fuck!” shouted Blake as his own powerful release met mine. He folded himself on top of me, and after our breathing steadied, lifted me up so I was sitting back on my heels, in his arms.
I twisted my head to face him. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, and a wicked smile curled on his lips. Holding me in one arm, he dipped a long index finger into the batter and then put it to my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered.
“Mmm,” I moaned as my mouth curled around his fingertip and savored the sweetness. He licked off the little bit that got on my lips.
“Mmm,” he repeated. “You’re delicious enough to eat. Turn around and take off my shirt.”
I did as he asked, slipping his shirt off my shoulders, and faced him. I studied his features. That maddening mouth was twisted and those blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Oh yeah. Mr. Bad Boy was up to something. In the blink of an eye, he tore off my bikini top and fastened it around my head like a blindfold.
“Blake, I can’t see.”
“That’s the point. Now, don’t move,” he said as I heard him scramble to his feet.
Every muscle in my body twitched in anticipation of what was next.
When his warm breath heated my face, I knew he was back on the floor. An unexpected ticklish sensation overtook my senses. He was drizzling a warm liquid on me. He began on my neck, and slowly, the liquid made its way down my chest to my breasts. The sweet familiar smell penetrated my nose. Holy shit. He was dousing me in maple syrup. He circled my nipples with the molten liquid and then let it drip on the tips. My back involuntarily arched and I let out a moan.
“Do you like this?” he purred.
“Oh yes,” I purred back.
“You look so edible.”
In a heated breath, his velvet lips and tongue were on my breasts, sucking and licking the sweet syrup. Oh God! I could feel my own sweet syrup pooling between my legs.
“This is the best fucking pancake breakfast ever,” he murmured into my cleavage after laving it. “And it’s only going to get better.”
With his mouth still clinging to my tit, he trickled maple syrup down my torso, over my ribs, and then poured it into the pit of my navel. He trailed his tongue slowly down my body, lapping up the syrup. The tip dipped into my navel and flicked the little basin. Oh, God! I never knew how sensitive this part of my body was. Goosebumps exploded across my skin.
“Mmm. You’re so fucking delicious,” he said breathily. “Breakfast may be my new favorite meal.”
In my mind’s eye, I could see the pleasure etched on his face. It was as delicious for me as it was for him. I moaned wordlessly.
“Now, I want to taste your sweet pussy.” He spread my legs.
A gasp escaped my lips. And a shiver ran down my spine as the maple syrup dripped down my body and made its way to my quivering pussy. I could feel him pour a generous amount. He used his fingers to spread it across my sensitive folds. It mixed with the sweet syrup that already coated my cleft. I couldn’t stop moaning.
Still blindfolded, I felt his warm breath between my legs, heating me. “Oh, baby, you smell so good. So sweet. I’m going to eat you.”
My head fell back as the tip of his tongue met my clit.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned.
“Oh God, Blake,” I moaned. Nothing had prepared me for the touch of his hot, gifted tongue.
The soft flick was followed by fervent laps. Lap after lap. My man was famished. Ravenous for me. Mad with lust. My fingers tangled his damp silky hair as I let him savor the sweetness between my thighs. Lick by sweet lick, the pulsating pressure escalated, driving me to the point of no return. The blindfold only heightened the sensation. My face contorted and my breathing grew ragged. He was devouring me. I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. I honestly couldn’t take it anymore.
“You taste so fucking good,” Blake murmured, unable to get enough of me.
“Make me come,” I cried out.
“You’re almost there,” he breathed into my throbbing pussy.
He sucked my clit and I came with a scorching roar of his name. Oh. My. God.
Blake drew my trembling body into his arms and whipped off the bikini top from my eyes. Blinking them several times as they adjusted to the light, I soaked him in. A smug, triumphant smile spread across his face.
“Have you had enough of breakfast?” He kissed my lips. I could taste me on him. All sweet and sticky.
“Mmm.” I eyed the bottle of maple syrup he’d used on the floor and then my gaze shifted to his crotch. There was a sizable bulge beneath the fabric of his swimsuit. I smiled sheepishly and responded to his question.
“No, Blake. I’m craving some of that sausage. Take off your swim shorts.”
His brows shot up and he smiled that sexy crooked smile. “You know, baby, I love a girl with a hearty appetite who understands mine.” He quickly did as I asked, and in a few hot breaths, he was kneeling before me, buck naked with his giant cock pointed at me. His smile widened and his daring eyes glimmered.
Still sitting back on my heels, I reached for the syrup and drizzled a drop of it on the crown. Lowering my head, I flicked it with my tongue. His cock jumped.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips.
I went back for some more, this time rolling my tongue around the wide rim.
“So good,�
�� I moaned as he hissed. Indeed it was—a heady combination of sweet and salty though the sweetness of the syrup prevailed. Blake let out a throaty groan.
I lifted my head and met his gaze. “Blake, I have to tell you something.”
His brows arched. “What might that may be?”
“I’ve always loved sausage swimming in syrup.”
Grinning, Blake eyed me shrewdly, knowing damn well where breakfast was heading (no pun intended). “Yeah, that’s the way I like it too,” he replied as I doused his monstrous length with the thick golden liquid. I ended up using the rest of the bottle.
Dropping my head again, I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked. So, so, good. “Mmmmmm,” I hummed. I was so hungry—and turned on—I could eat him whole.
He let out another moan, this one deeper and louder. “Tiger, take it all.” I felt his large hand press on my head, coaxing me to go down on him. Slowly, I dragged my mouth down his rigid shaft, savoring the maple flavor along the way.
“Oh yeah.” He hissed again, releasing my head as I made my way back up.
“Harder, deeper,” he rumbled.
This time I worked my mouth down his hot thick length, dragging my teeth lightly along the pulsing vein, until I could feel the tip tickle the back of my throat.
“Jesus, tiger. That’s so fucking good.”
His compliment inspired me to repeat the movements and pick up speed. I heard myself humming as I worked his cock fast and furious. My throaty sounds harmonized with his feral groans. His immensity filled the hollows of my cheek and, in no time, I could feel it pulsing inside my mouth. Preparing for orgasm.
“Jen, baby, I’m going to come. Are you ready?”
I nodded as I descended on him one more time. As I took him to the hilt, his organ exploded deep inside my mouth, blasting hot cum down my throat. I squeezed my eyes and swallowed. My mouth stayed clamped on his cock as he slowly pulled out. Lifting my head, I opened my eyes and met his.
“Holy shit, tiger, that was the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
I gazed down at his cock. It was still semi-erect, glistening with a combination of cum, saliva, and syrup. Still, so, so edible. My tongue wet my lips.
“My mother always told me to clean my plate. To never leave leftovers,” I said as I bent down and licked the delicious remains of our pancake and sausage breakfast. He came again.
He blew out a hot breath. “Your mother taught you well.” He lifted my head up by my ponytail and slammed his mouth onto mine.
After breakfast, I wanted to take another shower. We were both so sweaty and sticky. Blake had a better idea. Ten minutes later, after climbing down the steep cliff side stairs that led to a private beach, we were jumping waves in the ocean. Though a competent swimmer, I was somewhat afraid of the ocean. But Blake held me in his strong arms as we navigated the fierce waves. Like always, he made me feel safe. I kissed him many times while waves licked my clit.
After half an hour of frolicking, Blake carried me out of the ocean and set me down on the warm, sparkling sand. I was dripping wet, and though the dip was refreshing, I was a little chilled. I was eager to wrap myself in one of the large beach towels we’d brought along.
Drying off, I couldn’t help but notice how truly god-like Blake looked. He was so much bigger than me. So much more powerful. Every finely honed muscle glistened in the sunlight, and on his golden skin, specks of the salty sea sparkled like fairy dust. There was something so damn sexy about him with his hair slicked back and his wet-lashed blue eyes glimmering like jewels. I swear I wanted to jump him.
Running his large hand through his shimmering dark hair, he caught my eyes on him. “Are you staring at me again, tiger?”
I smiled sheepishly and felt myself blush. “I can’t help it. Sometimes, Blake, I don’t think you’re real.”
A devilish smile splashed across his face. “Believe me, baby. I’m the real McCoy.
I felt my towel and bikini fall from me, and with the sound of a crashing wave, I was rolling in the sand with him.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I giggled.
“That’s the plan.”
“But don’t you have ocean dick?” I’d read once that men’s organs shriveled in the cold salty water.
He smirked as he shoved off his swim trunks. “That doesn’t apply to me.”
My eyes widened. No, it didn’t. Blake’s cock in its full glory was ready for action. I blissfully screamed out his name as he rolled on top of me and plunged it into my pussy. Another first. I was being fucked on the beach. In a bed of sand.
“Does. This. Feel. Real. To. You?” he beat out with each hard, long masterful stroke.
“Yes,” I gasped. So real. So good. So right.
He continued to ruthlessly pound into me. His hands were anchored in the sand while mine dug into his muscular flesh. The warmth of the sand beneath me contrasted deliciously with the coolness of his ocean-wet body above me. His eyes shone fierce with passion and determination.
“Do you want it harder, tiger?”
“Oh, yes.”
He obliged and grunts accompanied the forceful blows, each so deep it hit my G-spot. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit and my nipples hardened with erotic pleasure from the friction of his chest. The crashing ocean waves sounded in my ears as my own glorious waves began to curl inside me like a tsunami. My shrieks competed with the squawking gulls and Blake’s grunts and groans. I was about to have an orgasm of epic proportions.
“Oh, Blake, I’m going to come big time.” The words choked out.
“Hold on, baby.” On the next deep, powerful thrust, we climaxed together, his massive orgasm riding my sea of fierce waves. Tears leaked from my eyes as he shouted out my name. He collapsed his head onto my breasts as if they were two soft pillows and breathed audibly against them. I ran my fingers through his damp silky hair and caressed his sunbaked back, relishing the warm ripples of his muscles beneath my hand. Tears continued to scroll down my cheeks. Oh, how I loved him—so very much.
We stayed in this position for several long, sensuous minutes, his molten cock buried deep inside me. The music of the sea played in my head as his warm body sheltered me from the cool ocean breeze. I never wanted to lose him, and at the thought, my arms wrapped tightly around him, wanting to hold him forever. I needed to hear him say those three words again. As if he heard my thoughts, he raised his head and gazed into my eyes. He told me he loved me and that I was his tiger. My heart melted as my insecurity lifted. I had to stop thinking I might lose him or he would hurt me. He doused me with kisses and my worries dissipated.
Slowly, he pulled out of me and rolled off my body. “Stay there,” he ordered. “You look so beautiful. I want to take some photos.”
I bolted to a sitting position. My body was covered with sand from head to toe. I tried to fix my damp sandy ponytail. It was futile.
“Blake, no! I look terrible.” I hastily brushed off some of the sand and smoothed my hair.
“Trust me, you look beautiful,” he responded as he bent down to retrieve his iPhone from the beach blanket we’d brought along. He sat back down, cross-legged, beside me.
“Let’s take some selfies.”
“No,” I protested again. “I’m a mess.”
“You look perfect.” He drew me into his arms and playfully kissed my lips as he held up his phone. Click. “Now smile.” Click. I pecked him on the cheek. Click. “Make a funny face.” We both stuck out our tongues. Click. Our tongues met. Click. And we kissed again.
After the hot open-mouthed kiss, Blake insisted on taking some pictures of me solo.
“As long as I’m not naked. Just my face.”
“Promise. Scout’s Honor.” With his free hand, he gave me the three-finger hand signal and then squatted in front of me.
I shot him a playful dirty look. “You were never a Boy Scout!”
“I was. Scout’s Honor,” he laughed as he clicked away.
After a dozen or so shots, I begged
to see the photos—just to be sure Mr. Bad Boy wasn’t shooting me nude. Before he could say a word, I snatched the phone out of his hand and pressed the camera roll. A barrage of snapshots filled the screen. My eyes popped, and my heart did a flip-flop landing hard in my chest. Shaking, I clicked onto the photo I couldn’t get my eyes off. The phone was muted, but I didn’t need sound. My mouth fell open as I watched a video that Blake had taken. The video of Bradley and his hygienist, Candace, groping at each other in a heated embrace. Close to hyperventilating, my heart raced and my breathing labored. Blake’s voice hacked into my state of shock.
“See, baby, you can trust me.”
I stopped the video—I didn’t need to see it to the end—and finally got my mouth to move. “How could you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You took that video of Bradley all over his hygienist and sent it to me? You’re Charles Palmer the third?”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Blake flung his head back and muttered three words. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Fuck you!” Tears of rage welled up in my eyes. “How could you do that to me?”
Blake ran a hand through his hair and sucked in a gulp of air. “Baby, I wanted to save you.”
“Save me?” My quivering voice had risen an octave. “Save me from the first man I loved? The man I was going to marry?” I shook my head as tears streamed down my face. “No, you wanted to destroy him.”
“You deserved better.”
I swiped at my tears. “Oh, yeah? Someone better? Like some bastard like you?”
“Jennifer, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Honestly.”
“Well, you did, you deceitful, conniving bastard.” I clambered to put my bathing suit back on. “Here… take your fucking phone. I’m out of here.” Rising to my feet, I hurled the phone at him. He managed to catch it as I stormed off.
“Wait!”
“Don’t you dare follow me!” I shouted without turning to look at him.
With blinding tears, I plodded through the warm sand as quickly as I could, my feet sinking deeply into the sparkling granules. Dark thoughts bombarded my mind. What sick fuck would do something like that? How could I fall for someone like that? And how was I ever going to work for him? The ocean breeze sent a chill up my spine as hot tears scorched my face. I needed to get out here and clear my head. Pack up my stuff and call for a Lip Service car. Yes, that’s what I would do.
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