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With a smirk, he lowers the fruit, allowing me to bite the end.
He watches me with dark eyes before turning it to himself and eating the rest.
He allows me to eat three halves before he changes tack.
Stabbing a marshmallow, he drowns it in chocolate before moving it over. But this time, he doesn’t come anywhere near my mouth. Instead, he coats both of my nipples with the warm liquid before dragging it down my stomach.
“Oh my god, please,” I beg.
His eyes shoot up to mine. The promise within them is almost enough for me to come.
Holy shit.
He’s not even touching me, and I’m riding a knife’s edge.
“Oh my god,” I cry out when he pulls the toy from inside me, leaving me empty, my muscles clenching around nothing.
The marshmallow continues lower, and my legs tremble as he covers my pussy in chocolate.
I buck and moan at the gentle brush of the candy against my clit.
But it’s the promise of what’s coming next that has me really desperate.
“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “Kieran, I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he confirms, lifting the stick and stealing the marshmallow from the end. “Mmm, delicious.”
His smirk is nothing but pure filth, and I love it.
"I need you to tell me, though.”
“Lick me, please.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to need to be more specific.”
“My pussy, Kieran. I need you to lick my pussy.” My plea is frantic, but I don’t care.
I’ve never needed a man more in my life.
No. Not a man.
Him.
Kieran.
Finally, he moves, sitting himself between my spread thighs.
He continues to study me for a few seconds before he folds over me, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of my ribs and ducking his head to flick my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
I cry out, that simple move enough to send shockwaves through me.
His eyes hold mine as he cleans me up, licking all the chocolate from my breasts before he descends my body.
My breathing is erratic, and my body is burning by the time he presses his hands against my thighs and dives for my pussy.