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“What are you doing, Ethan?” she whispered, leaning up on her elbows when I kept the bowl of ice cubes on the empty stool.

I smirked and kept my hand on her chest, I gently pushed her down and wrapped my hand around her throat. “Having my breakfast,” I answered, watching her gasp when I drizzled the chocolate syrup on her breasts, stomach and pulled away to let it drop over her hips and inner thighs.

Kiara breathed, “Don’t miss any spots.”

My smirk widened when I held a few ice cubes in my hand and replied, “I won’t.”

I dived in. Licking, nibbling, and kissing all the chocolate from her trembling body while she writhed, moaning my name and twisting around when my mouth landed on her soaking pussy.

When I was tired of the same chocolaty taste on my tongue, I twirled an ice cube on her pebbled nipples and sucked on them until the only name Kiara knew was mine.

“What’s your middle name, Kiara?” I asked between teasing her and licked her inner thighs, my fingers kneading her soft breasts.

“Uh . . . uh, it’s—mngk, ohmyfuckinggod,Ethan!” She half screamed and half moaned.

I chuckled and released her swollen clitoris from between my teeth. I flicked it with my tongue to make her feel better and continued to eat her out. I took a sharp breath when her hand wrapped around my stiff member, making me hover above her, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth.

Leaning down, I kissed her, moving her hair away from her body as our chests pressed against each other, her free hand roaming over my abs when I moaned her name. Her palm was massaging my dick as I sunk two fingers inside her dripping pussy. A whimper escaped her pink lips.

“What are you doing, Kiara?” I asked, my voice gruff when I continued to fuck her with my fingers and curled them ever so slightly to scrape against her g-spot.

Her beautiful pink breasts were heaving up and down as she pleaded, “Fuck me, Ethan.Please.”

My eyes darkened, and it took a significant amount of self-control to shake my head. “No, Kiara. Not right now.”

“But why?” she whined. Her lips went 'O' when I curled my fingers in a come-here motion. A long moan elicited from her throat.

I gave a small thrust in her hand, “Because I said so. I don’t want to have our first time on a fucking kitchen island.”

Kiara gasped in pleasure and went back to stroking me with her hand as her eyes gleamed, “But we can go to your room.”

“I said no,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I want to explore your little body. Tease you, clamp you, gag you, flog you and spank you before I sink my cock inside this tight pussy.” Each time, I thrust in her palm and fucked her as I felt her getting wetter at what I had just said.

Kiara’s expression was a mix between frustration and desire as she replied, licking her lips, “Okay, Ethan.”

I closed my eyes and let out a small groan when I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. “Ugh,fuck, Kiara. I am so fucking close,” I whispered when I fucked her tight hole faster and deeper, her moans increasing with mine.

“Oh, God, I am going to come!” Kiara gasped, her hips moving in rhythm to meet mine as her back bowed from the marble.

She groaned deeply as her orgasm washed over her little body, trembling and shaking with the aftershocks. I clenched my jaw, jerking and moaning her name when I came all over her taut stomach and breasts. We both watched with our half-lidded eyes as I kept spurting on her body until I sighed in relief, leaning on the marble.

I licked my lips when I watched Kiara twirl my semen around her nipple and lick her finger with her tongue and slightly spreading her legs. I blinked out of her seduction and scooped her in my arms before she literally rode me to hell for the sinful thoughts.

“Let’s get you washed up,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head and marching toward my bathroom. I ignored the pout on her lips as we stood against each other when I turned the knob of my shower.