Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... "Ah, you're close, aren't you, Greer?"

"Yes!" I wailed.

Sliding a hand between my thighs, Patrick rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb. That was all it took to send me over the edge. My climax was so powerful, I could only release a choked cry as my muscles strained and my pussy contracted around his cock. He let out a whimper but managed to last, just as he'd promised.

I was slow to come down from the orgasm, trembling in Patrick's grip. His lust felt like a palpable force between us. My eyes grew pleading while I stared up at him, but he seemed perfectly capable of fucking me until I begged for mercy. Finally, I reached for the can of whipped cream, and I heard him gasp as I squirted some onto my nipples. Flashing a wicked grin, I took my right breast in both hands and brought my nipple to my lips.

I sucked and licked my own nipple, moaning as I gathered the whipped cream on my tongue. All the while, I locked eyes with Patrick. His thrusts grew spasmodic, revealing just how close he was to orgasm. A layer of sweat had formed on his skin, and he was now flushed and panting. The sight of me sucking my left nipple proved to be ...

... more than he could bear. "Fuck!" he groaned. "Gonna come for you, baby!"

I let my nipple fall from my lips, then pressed my tits firmly together. "Yes, yes, come!" I begged.

I loved the way Patrick gasped and shuddered, completely surrendering to his lust before he climaxed with a roar. He was still trembling and trying to catch his breath when he slid his palm over my belly for a final caress. Then he took hold of his cock and carefully pulled out.

Once Patrick had thrown the condom in the trash, he lay at my side, drawing me into his arms. I nestled against his hot skin, satisfied beyond words. Gazing up at him, I said, "I'm so glad I decided to order that slice of chocolate cake at the café."

"You and me both, sweetheart," Patrick replied with a tender smile, then lowered his mouth to mine. Our kiss was like the first we'd shared outside the restaurant, slow and sensual. His lips traveled lower, lingering at my neck on their way to my breasts. "Promise you'll let me know if you decide you want any more of that cake?"

A pleasured sigh escaped me as he took my nipple in his mouth. "I promise you can watch me eat every bite."