Page 18 of With a Cherry On Top

Perfect.

I might be flatlining, flashes of my cock sinking into her chased by her sexy voice calling my name, her red nails scraping my back.

Fuck, I’m lightheaded.

“Your turn now, Cole.”

“Wh-what?”

“Unbutton your pants, baby.”

My fingers move to my zipper, and the second I pull it down, I exhale in relief.

“Hmm.” Her fingers swipe through her pussy as she licks her lips. “Better, isn’t it? Take it out now.”

What am I doing? Am I cheating on my wife? I mean—we’ve been in the process of divorcing for two years, but the whole thing is still not finalized.

“Stop spiraling, Cole.” She parts her lips with her fingers, showing me her hole, her clit—everything wet and ready. “I’m horny, and I need you.”

That effectively snaps me out of my guilt trip and, equally motivated by anger and need, I pull my boxers down. “I’m...I’ve done it.”

“Are you hard for me?”

“Sohard.”

“Yeah?” She teases her clit, head tilting back as she looks up at the ceiling. “Is it wet at the tip?”

Fuck. It isnow.

“Spread it all over for me, then spit in your hand and grip that hard cock in your fist.”

Shivers run down my spine as I tease the head with my fingers. Then I spit and wrap my fingers around it. “Oh fuck,” I drawl as I give it a stroke.

Forget about one-pump chump. I won’t even get there—not with this orgasm threatening to explode.

“Want me to let you in on a little secret?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Her fingers circle her swollen clit as she opens her eyes again and looks straight at the camera. “The only way a man has ever made me come is by eating me.”

“Oh?”

She nods, sliding two fingers inside, and in response, I give my cock a tug. “And not just...a half-hearted attempt. You’d have to eat it like a man starved.”

“I would,” I say in a shaky, raspy voice. No hesitation because it’s the simple truth, and I’m too fucking turned on to try to hold it back.

“Hmm. I know you would, baby.” She reaches into the box by her side and takes out a small blue toy. “This—this is the closest thing there is to having your pussy eaten. There isn’t all that fun stuff like tongue-fucking and desperate lapping, but...”

Fuck, the way she speaks. Like none of this fazes her in the slightest. Like she’s completely comfortable.

“It gets the job done. At the right setting, it feels like a very talented tongue flicking my clit, and...” She rolls her head back dramatically before looking back at me. “It’s the only way I’ve been able to squirt. Just once, but it was...unforgettable.”

I force myself to speak, though there’s nothing but noise inside my brain right now. “Can I watch you use it?”

She turns it on then clicks the button three times, the buzzing increasing. “You can do whatever you want with me, Cole.”

She brings the toy to her clit, and immediately, her body jerks, her muscles tensing up. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she whimpers, and I swear I see her clench again and again.