Fuck, watching her touch herself while laying down on the pool table was a complete turn-on. She rubbed directly on that little nub and all I could think of was my cock plunging deep inside her. I rid myself of my clothes in record time so I could stroke myself, but there was no way I’d allow myself to come until she did. Mia bit her bottom lip; I could see she was so close. She tweaked her nipple hard with her free hand while she rubbed short strokes on her clit and that did it. She came with a low moan.
As soon as her orgasm ended, I stood in front of her. I plucked up her right hand to suck the juices from her fingers; she whimpered then shot up to a sitting position again.
“Jesus, that was hot as Hell, sweetheart.” I eased her back down again on the green felt, urging her to lie on her back. “My turn.” I dripped cold lubricant between her breasts.
She gasped.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I got my hands on these beauties.” I climbed up onto the pool table and straddled her waist, holding the mounds together with my hands as I slid my warm cock in the deep valley of her cleavage. I hissed and began to thrust. “Between how goddamn good this feels and watching you touch yourself, I’m sure not going to last long, angel.”
I was frantic and about to blow. When I gave four short thrusts, I groaned and squeezed her breasts tightly as liquid warmth seeped out the end of my cock onto her chest. I hadn’t realised Mia was holding her breath until I heard her expel a quiet sigh. I left her long enough to grab a cloth to wipe her down. I caressed her arms and legs and traced the line of her jaw and throat and then her collarbones. She was exquisite.
“I’ve got a couple of other ideas for tonight, sweetheart.”
“What are they?” she finally spoke.
Immediately, I silenced her as I rasped in her ear. “You don’t get to ask questions. And that one question just earned you another penalty, angel. Stay put and stay quiet.”
I could feel her heart thudding against my chest.
“Arrange yourself like you were before,” I demanded. Mia put her hands behind her and spread her legs open. “Good. Stay like that. I need to go and get something from the kitchen. No touching yourself while I’m gone.”
When I returned, she hadn’t moved. I brushed my lips along hers ever so softly until she whimpered. I teased her for an eternity with my mouth and breath and little bites and flicks of my tongue until I could sense she was becoming wet and lightheaded from my sensual onslaught.
“Open your mouth.”
I brushed her top and bottom lip with the popsicle I had grabbed from the freezer. Then I replaced it with my tongue and devoured her mouth. Her whole body was hot as fuck, like a furnace, which explained why the Popsicle had melted so quickly when I placed it on her nipples.
I swallowed her scream as I circled the icy tip around and around those rigid twin peaks. Then my mouth was licking the sticky sweetness from her left breast as I traced the frozen treat down the centre of her body. Past her pierced belly button, down to her pubic bone, making a couple of tiny circles over her clit—heading for my ultimate destination. I pushed the icy pop inside her warm entrance.
“Omigod!”
“That’s another one, Mia. I told you, no talking.” I then switched to her right nipple and suckled while twirling the ice pop inside her clenching sex.
***
MIA
My pussy was on fire. It quickly became numb as Zane fucked me with the popsicle.
I could just imagine the drips—and a combination of my flowing juices and the melting ice splattering all over the felt beneath me. Oh, God. I moaned at the eroticism bombarding me from every angle. All of my senses were alert. The room was dark and I could feel his warm tongue bathing the very tips of my nipples. The sucking noise of the popsicle and the sweet raspberry scent filtered my senses. The felt of the pool table rubbed against my butt and my back, while the ache in my arms from keeping myself upright strained. The sound of Zane’s broken breaths and the feel of his goatee gliding across my tingling skin sent me into a frenzy of need.
I felt the popsicle disappear and it was replaced with his mouth. His hot tongue burrowed into my cold pussy and I screamed. He slurped and sucked, eating at me with finesse then gluttony. His mouth covered my mound completely as his teeth, tongue and lips demanded my total surrender. And I gave it to him.
I wailed as my orgasm thundered through me, every pulse point in my body synchronised to the flicking of his tongue. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me and reversed our positions. He sat upright on the pool table and I was stretched over his lap.
“Now that you’ve been rewarded, it’s time for you to take your punishment.”