by Celia Kyle
She pointed in the direction of her apartment with her free hand. Linc swept through the door and charged up the stairs, carrying her in his arms as if he were rescuing a damsel in distress from a rabid dragon. She seemed impressed with his strength, as if being carried upstairs was something new for her. She wasn’t the typical anorexic Hollywood starlet. He hated to imagine groping and loving a woman who was just skin and bones. He loved his women dangerously curved, with ample breasts to suck on and a lush ass to mount to oblivion.
The trip upstairs was a blur. Linc remembered kicking her front door open and she yelled at him for that, but by then he was beyond caring. After a few sassy comments from her, he tossed her into bed. Linc snatched the pot from her hand and rested it on the nightstand.
She halted him when he was about to part her legs wide. “Wait!”
“Wait?” he echoed with frustration. Woman, can’t you see I’m about to burst?
“Not so fast, bucko. I play. Lincoln watches.”
His throat gurgled when Charlene grabbed his erection and stroked his cock. Her smile broke as she clasped both hands around his rock-hard erection, pleasuring him, squeezing him as if he were one of her delectable, perverted chocolate creations. Linc’s heart pounded hard. Blood rushed to his head. She pumped him twice before she pressed his shaft against the flat of his stomach. What is she doing?
Charlene cupped his balls, giving him several lazy and tender squeezes. Her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam. She leaned forward, flicked her tongue out, and gave him a long, wet lick from balls to tip.
Lincoln drew in a sharp breath. The impact from her lick devastated him. His heart drummed wildly. A wicked rush surged through his veins as if someone had just shot him with pure adrenaline.
He swallowed hard as Charlene pumped him again. “You’re going to taste delicious with chocolate on you.”
“Oh, no. You’re stealing my idea.”
“Hey, my bedroom, my rules.”
“The hell…”
“Be good, Linc. Otherwise…” Charlene shot him a warning look. The message was clear. If he didn’t want to let her play first, he might as well kiss the sex goodbye.
Lincoln groaned. “Fine. Chocolate it is.”
“You started it. I wanted you to fuck me, but you wanted to play. Now, let’s play.” Charlene threw him a triumphant smile, her hands stroking him fast.
“Oh, you’re so going to get it,” he muttered darkly.
“What?”
“Nothing. Blow me.” He cupped the side of her jaw and pressed his cock forward for the taking. Charlene dipped her hand in the pot and smeared his balls and the base of his dick with the warm chocolate. Lincoln hissed through his teeth. The chocolate felt hot, searing on his fevered skin. Goddamn it. He wasn’t sure if he could take this torture. And judging from the twinkle in her eyes, she planned for this to last.
Charlene’s eyes glittered like stars. “The one rule of eating chocolate from a man’s cock is that you have to eat it from bottom up, and save the best for last.”
“You made that up.”
“So?” She laughed. Her sexy voice reverberated in the room, sending electric thrills down his spine. “Bottoms up.” Charlene stuck her tongue out, nibbling, licking his balls while purring like a horny kitten.
Holy fuck. Lincoln shivered. That tongue. That mouth. He was amazed. She was a woman who really enjoyed her chocolate. Her tongue twirled across his too-damn-hard balls, dancing, pirouetting like a prima ballerina across his very flesh, before performing her best fouetté en tournant. Her mouth enclosed his cock, and she made small delicious suctions, invoking a high-octane arousal throughout his being. His balls drew so tight that he was shivering.
He was so hot, hot, hot, burning in the fiery lake of Hell, that had he been blond, the roots of his hair would have been flaming red. She had a wicked mouth and a more wicked tongue. Lincoln felt dizzier by the second. He had forgotten to breathe when she tickled the base of his cock. “God!”
“No, it’s Charlene.” She winked. Her laugh followed.
“Very funny.”
Charlene dipped her hand into the pot. She slathered more chocolate on his shaft, coating his cockhead. Lincoln gusted out a long-suffering breath. The warm viscous concoction wrapped him like a blanket of pure sin, waiting to be unveiled by the sultry siren’s mouth. She gave him a soft lick. His cock throbbed. A purr of delight curled out of her throat. “Tasty, tasty…”
She clasped the base of his cock and licked along the chocolate-coated shaft. His heart wanted to crawl out from his throat. He couldn’t remember when he’d ever experienced fellatio this amazing. Especially when she licked the ridge under his cockhead, his weakest spot. With every swish of her tongue, an exquisite ache of pleasure grew into an unbearable pressure, demanding release.
His heart hammered so hard, he could hear it pound through every vein in his body. His breathing was labored. He had never wanted to come so badly in his life. But he pushed the urge down. He didn’t want to come just yet. Not before he tasted her. Not before he plunged his cock into her wet cunt and marked her with his seed, where nothing could ever wash away the evidence of his conquest over her.
He reached for her hair and fisted a handful of her braids as Charlene swept her tongue across his moist slit. Her eyes were semi-closed as she sucked his cockhead as if he were her favorite lollypop. His cock quivered. He quivered. His whole being quivered.
“Holy fuck…” he muttered, his voice nothing but a harsh exhalation from restraining his desire. The pleasure was so thick the only thing he could think was how to survive the deep raw ache, an unadulterated ecstasy that threatened to erupt with each slow suck. In the Name of Those Holy, if she kept doing this, he was a goner for sure.
Lincoln made his decision. He snatched both her wrists and tugged his cock out of her mouth. She protested.
“I think you’ve had enough, babe. My turn.” He didn’t give her a chance to sass him this time. He released his grip and ambushed her with a hard kiss on her lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth with impatience, while he seized her waist and moved her into the middle of the bed.
The frame creaked when they both tumbled onto the white sheets. She broke the kiss and gasped.
Lincoln grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, offering her no chance to surrender. “My turn.”
“But I’m not finished.”
“My fucking turn,” he gritted out. “And my turn for fucking.”
Charlene made a series of horny-kittenish purrs again. She writhed under him. Her body glistened with perspiration and the musk of her desire. Combined with the thick scent of the chocolate, she was one intoxicating sweet delight. Lincoln felt raw hunger gnaw at the pit of his stomach. He wanted to eat her, lick her, figuratively and literally, until this sultry chocolate-skinned temptress bawled in ecstasy as he’d promised her before. Yeah, he would like that very much.
Her liquid eyes burned with excitement as Lincoln’s eyes feasted on her naked body, a scrumptious banquet of lush flesh, the incarnation of the goddess Aphrodite herself, waiting to be unearthed thoroughly.
Lincoln swallowed hard. Mine, mine, mine…
* * *
Charly had never seen a man with such hunger in his eyes. Those brilliant green eyes, jewels of the deep sea, watched her as if she was one delicious treat that he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. A shiver of lust tingled from the depths of her sex. Her pussy creamed from the impact. Her nipples hardened even more. She had never been so ready to be fucked like this in her life. She would die if she didn’t get filled. Soon. Every fiber of her being screamed “yes” and “fuck me now” as he peeled his lips back into a sensual smile. She hoped he was as ravenous as she was.
He gulped. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I, too, have a method of eating a woman.”
Good Lord. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He reached for the chocolate pot and lifted it from the nightstand. His attention returned to h
er. “I start from the top down.”
“Top down?”
“Correct.” Lincoln dipped his finger into the tempered chocolate and dripped the melted, gooey dark confectionary nectar on her lips, chin and neck. She flinched. The chocolate was still rather warm. Her skin tingled. Small pricks of pain, followed by succulent pleasure, burst where he had dripped the chocolate. “I start with your lips, neck, nipples, then down, down, and down.”
“My…”
“And I like to take my time too.”
Charly had never felt this frisky. “Are you just going to talk about it or actually going to do something?”
“I’m going to fuck you extra hard for that.” He wedged his powerful thighs between her legs and leaned forward. He seized her hair, threading his fingers around her braids, and pressed her head toward the mattress, mastering her into perfect surrender. He crushed his lips on hers, kissing her so hard she was immediately drowning in a thick torrent of pleasure. His tongue stroked her mouth, swept over her palate, drinking from her as if he was experiencing a fervent thirst. He nibbled her bottom lip, licked her chin, bit the side of her jaw. Charlene shivered. Her pussy clenched. Her juices gushed in reply.
Lincoln released his grip on her hair and slid his large hands down to her breasts. He cupped each mound. His palm and fingers tightened, squeezing, kneading her flesh. Charly moaned. He knew just how to apply the right pressure, not too hard, not too soft, and she found herself being swept into a thick wave of pleasure. She couldn’t remember being with a man who had such magic hands, wicked fingers, who knew how to touch a woman. A gifted maestro who could play her body like an instrument of lust. The way he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples sent an electric shock down her spine.
Of course, his mouth and tongue were even more wicked. She jumped, flinched, trembled, as Lincoln nipped, sucked and licked his way down her chest. Brimstone of pure lust seared her entire being. Suddenly the air around her thinned. She heaved as she stifled the urge to come.
“God, Charlene,” he said thickly. “I could eat you like this all night long.”
Do, please. I don’t mind a bit.
This time Lincoln dipped a whole hand into the pot and wriggled it above her chest. A shower of melting chocolate hit her naked flesh. She whimpered. Morsels of delicious pain and pleasure exploded beneath her skin. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking her hardened nipple.
Charly opened her mouth, taking in an enormous gulp of air. The sensation was too wicked for words. Another series of keening cries escaped her throat. Lincoln took one nipple into his mouth, trapping her hard bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His lips enveloped her nipple. He sucked her hard. She yelled, climaxing. Instinctively, she grabbed his hair and dug her short-nailed fingers into his scalp. Her back arched. Her toes curled. The air was knocked out from her lungs. She creamed luxuriously.
He didn’t stop even when he knew she was climaxing. He squeezed her other breast and released her nipple from his mouth. He took her other unmolested nipple, sucking her with all his might. Charly was thrashing, cursing and pleading as he dangled the last strand of her sanity and ripped it away from its seams. She came again. Violently. Her scream rang to the ceiling. Her body shook. Fireworks exploded before her eyes.
She sobbed at the intensity when the shockwaves of pleasure ebbed away. Lincoln was giving her a cat bath where he’d dripped the chocolate. He purred with satisfaction, enjoying the ambrosial chocolate confection that had been her family’s secret recipe for decades. When he finally finished licking off the chocolate from her body, he pulled his head upward. A huge grin plastered his face. He smacked his lips. “I can’t remember the last time I tasted chocolate this good.”
“No kidding,” she answered in a weak tone. She couldn’t remember ever coming so hard by having her nipples sucked. On second thought, no, she’d never come from having her nipples sucked. This man was a god.
Lincoln laughed, scooting toward the edge of the bed. He parted her legs wide, baring her cunt to his gaze. Cool air brushed her exposed sex. Thrums of ache intensified deep inside her pussy. “Now, the piece de resistance.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yeah.” He dripped chocolate on her pubis and her inner thighs. She flinched. The chocolate was still warm. He smeared her vulva with more chocolate and followed with some treacherous licks. She closed her legs in reflex, but Lincoln pushed her legs apart to keep her splayed open. Charly clawed the sheet and her back arched with the rhythm of his licks. He ate the chocolate from her pussy first before he thrust his tongue into her entrance.
Her eyes flew open. For a moment, she was off to never-never land. He grunted as he swirled his tongue inside her pussy. The tight wall of her vagina clenched from the salacious intrusion. He fucked her with his tongue as if teasing her with what his cock would soon be doing. Charly panted for breath. The pleasure was pure as sin. When Lincoln flicked his tongue upward between her pussy lips, a storm of heavy pleasure hit her without warning. She came again. Charly thrashed, crying his name.
But Lincoln didn’t stop. His mouth found her clit and he latched onto her bud like an oversexed hummingbird trying to rape the honey out from a maiden flower.
“Lincoln!” Charly screamed.
Burst after burst of exquisite pleasure exploded in her depths. She never knew there were so many shades of pleasure until now. Like a world-renowned artist, Lincoln painted the pleasure for her to see, to experience in the flesh. She almost could see red when Lincoln nipped her clit, and sparks of pain burst with the agonizing pleasure. A slow suck invoked a deep drawing ecstasy from under her belly. A hard impatient suck made her see rainbows before her eyes. It was wonderful and nerve-wracking at the same time. She wondered if any woman who experienced this was still able to retain her sanity.
When Lincoln finished torturing her with his mouth, there were tears running down her face, and her mind was muddy, her whole body a quivering mass. Lincoln had reduced her thoughts to a puddle of nothingness. He gave her a Cheshire cat kind of smile. “Like it?”
She couldn’t answer. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. All she could do was moan, shudders still twinkling through her from head to toe.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He put the pot of chocolate on the nightstand and stroked his cock. That angry beast of his looked as frisky as its master. He looked around and cringed. “My clothes are downstairs. I need to get something from my wallet.”
Charly snapped out from her ecstasy’s trance. “D-don’t worry. I got you covered.” She reached for the top drawer of her nightstand and fished out a wrapped condom. “Will this do?”
“Will do.” Lincoln winked. He tore the foil with his teeth.
“Ooh, let me do it.” She wanted to put the condom on him.
“I don’t think so. You’re up to no good. I want to fuck now.” She groaned but he shushed her quiet. He put the condom in place and motioned for her to spread her legs apart. She widened her eyes as Lincoln pressed his thick, fat cockhead to her opening. Jolts of electric shivers raced up her spine when their flesh made contact. Her pussy clenched. He pushed in. Charly bit her lower lip. The tip speared her open, only slightly. He withdrew with a wicked grin. “Feel like begging yet?”
Bastard. He knew she was more than ready and yet he still wanted to play. “Fuck me,” she said with a half growl.
“Mmm.” He thrust in. His cock glided in an inch. Charly’s eyes wanted to jump out from their sockets. The pressure was incredible. Her swollen sex felt heavy as he stretched her deeper. He went in another inch and paused. “How do you like it so far?”
“Wonderful, thank you very much. If you don’t fuck me properly, I swear to God I’m going to murder you.”
“Getting violent, are we?” he replied, mocking her. He seized her hips and plowed her until he hit her cervix.
“God.” She gasped, savoring the way her cunt yielded to the sweet intrusion.
“Fuck,” he said,
his face contorted in a sweet agony. His gaze raked her up and down. His face flushed red. His forehead beaded with perspiration and the veins on his temples were a blatant testament that he was at the edge of his self-control as well. “Oh, babe, you feel so right. So wet. So hot.” His cock shuddered in her depths. She squeezed her muscles. Lincoln swore. “Don’t. You’re going to make me come if you do that…”
Charly licked her lips. “You don’t want to?”
“Babe. I want this to last…”
Goody. She craned her neck forward to get a clearer view of their joining. Lincoln’s cock peeked shyly from his dark thatch before her hungry cunt swallowed his length. He filled her good, in places she never knew existed before. The cock pulsed as if it possessed a life of its own. He tugged and ground, pressing his hard balls against her perineum, as if he was experimenting how deep he could fuck her.
“Damn.” She had to say something. It was hard to keep her sanity intact being stretched out like this. “I’ve…”
“Good?” he sought a confirmation. “You feel incredibly good, babe. I… shit. Give me a minute. I really want this to last. I love this, Charly. I love being here with you. Very fucking much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone so quickly before.”
Her already pounding heart beat harder from his declaration. She felt as giddy as a schoolgirl being courted for the very first time. Lincoln shifted, pressing a small kiss on her forehead while covering her body with his. His cock burrowed deep inside her, unsated. Ravenous. She was too. She wanted to see and feel that gorgeous cock of his in action, fucking her to oblivion. But he wanted to last…
He leaned on his side and lifted her leg to drape on his waist. She hugged him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their chests grazed, their pubic bones ground together and their sexes snuggled tightly as if they were especially made for each other.
“Linc,” she squeaked.
“Yes, babe?”
“Please, fuck me. I’ll go insane if you don’t…”
He kissed her while he thrust and pulled in small, hummingbird motions. “Like this?”