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“Your pudding is silky and sweet.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think. The chocolate concoction on my tongue was smooth and decadent, just like I imagined she would taste.

“Thank you.” She sucked the remainder off the tiny silver spoon and then placed it back in her tiny cup with a clink.

My balls ached. She’d been so adorable and delightful all night, the small chip on her shoulder finally gone in favor of a flirtatious and easygoing woman I’d suddenly become obsessed with.

I couldn't deny it anymore. I was a damn puppy dog when it came to this woman. “I can only imagine one thing sweeter.” I pushed my empty cup away, standing and placing a warm hand on her elbow. Her eyelids fluttered open wide. My entire body was strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of flipping her over the kitchen island and making a feast of her sweet little pussy was enough to make my cock leak like a faucet. “You’ve been so busy worrying about what I like,” I whispered, hand at her waist, pinning her between the counter and me.

“What do you like, Daphne?” She couldn’t speak, round little mouth panting breathless pants and making my erection pound a little harder with the need to feel this woman on another level.

“I like spending time with you.” I grinned, pride rioting through me.

“Glad to hear that.” I did the thing I’d been thinking about since she sucked all the chocolate off the spoon: I pressed my lips to hers, gentle at first and then with more fervor.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” I breathed between kisses.

“I exhaust myself thinking of all the ways I could kiss you.” I nipped at the side of her smile.

“Make you all soft and warm in my hands…” My hands traveled up her body, discovering all the curvy new territory of her hips and waist. I tightened my hold, grinding her against my hard muscles.

“Do you want me to keep kissing you, Daphne?” She nodded softly, her tongue darting out to trace my own sensitive lips.

She tasted like chocolate and honey and a hint of cinnamon, and every second she was on my taste buds, I only wanted more.

“Say it.” She nodded. “Please, kiss me, Arkin.” Her words were all it took for the animal in me to take over.

Hands at her hips, grinding against her, I ran my tongue along the seam and then lunged.

Our tongues dancing and tangling together, I scented her deeply through my nose, the cinnamon and fire of her enough to send me into overdrive.

“You make me want to do things like protect you.” I lifted her up onto the island, her ass cheeks against the cold granite countertop.

“And say things like I do.” I pushed my hands up her creamy thighs, digging my fingertips in deep and sliding her pretty ass toward my face.

“And spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs.” I pushed her legs apart, my thumbs stroking the wet seam of her little cotton underwear.

“So fucking soaked for me, Daphne.” I patted the damp crotch of her panties.

“I love how responsive this sweet cunt is to my touch.” She moaned, back arching off the counter and right for my mouth.

“Eager pussy we have here.” I grinned, sliding my nose against the damp fabric.

“And smells sweeter than a fresh ripe peach.” My hands crawled up her creamy skin, lifting her dress as I went and patrolling every inch of her silky property.

“Should I taste this juicy peach?” She hummed, arched, fingers meeting mine at the center of her chest. “Say it,” I ordered.

“Please eat my pretty pussy. I’m so soaking wet and ready for you.

” I growled against her cunt, pleased when she trembled against me and a fresh wave of desire soaked her little panties.

“You like that dirty talk, don’t you, my sweet peach?

” She moaned softly, trying to grind her greedy little hips against my face.

“Say it.” She huffed with irritation, fingers squeezing my hand in silent begging.

“Say it.” My cock leaked with anticipation, but my need for her to be okay with every step of this was even more powerful.

“I love when you talk dirty to my pussy,” she whispered softly.

“Good.” I dipped my nose across her leaking pussy, thinking I was about to tear those little panties off with my teeth any second.

“Now say it so the neighbors can hear you.” She paused for a moment as if pondering my words, before I left her no choice and tore at the elastic of her panties with my teeth, the treat of the fabric against her golden flesh enough to send me cumming for the next week.

And then Daphne screamed, “Oh! My! God! Arkin, yes, please, please, keep talking dirty to me. Please don’t stop eating my juicy peach.

” I laughed against her now-bare cunt, mouth watering as I gazed on her sweet, glistening goodness.

“That’s what I like, baby.” I grasped my hands at her thick thighs, pulling her dripping cunt where it belonged, against my face.

“Keep it nice and loud. It’s hard to hear when I’ve got your beautiful thighs around my ears.

” My tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she trembled wildly.

“Arkin —oh God!” I grinned, diving deeper, stabbing my tongue through her pink engorged folds and sucking with raw fire raging through my veins.

Every single one of her breathy moans registered in the base of my balls, and my cock bit against my zipper, inching closer to a release as I continued to brush against the counter.

Gyrating eagerly, I licked at her hot cunt, hands tweaking at her nipples and roaming the heavy flesh of her gorgeous tits.

I groaned against her pussy, thinking of the way she’d flashed her deep cleavage every time she’d leaned over to offer me more food tonight, and all I’d wanted to do was jerk my cock in my hands and then blow my load across her heaving breasts.

With an erotic shudder, Daphne’s sweet little pussy trembled, thighs shaking at my ears before her soft pants turned to desperate cries and she creamed on my tongue.

I eagerly sucked up everything she had to give.

My own release barreled forward uncontrollably, my balls drawing up tight as the edge of the island gave just enough friction against the tip of my cock that I came in thick bursts.

The denim on my jeans dampened almost instantly, the juice of her pussy still sliding down my lips.

My gaze slid around the counter, settling on a chocolate-covered piping bag she’d used to make the pudding.

I grabbed it with one hand, pushing her dress over her head with the other, pink lacy bra and hard little nipples waiting for me.

With one hand, I piped tiny smiley faces across the cups of her bra and then drew lines down her torso with arrows ending straight at my juicy little peach.

“Now that I’ve had a taste of the best peach in the world…

” I licked the chocolate off her skin, sucking extra hard at the nubs of her nipples to make them stand stiff and pert, before ending at her juicy mouth, kissing sweetly and grinding my dick against her warm, silky folds.

“Sweetest pudding and juiciest peach.” I kissed her slowly.

“I may never leave.”