The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(26)

“Mmmm, napkin!” I said around the strawberry, as it slipped across my tongue.

“Where?”

“My chin.”

Ryan leaned forward and, instead of a napkin, I felt his hot breath on my skin before his tongue found the errant rivulet of chocolate and he cleaned me. Licking upwards, he finished with a kiss on my mouth, which was clamped shut as if I was jealously guarding the chocolate-dipped strawberry that I hadn’t had the chance to chew yet.

Thankfully for all concerned, he didn’t try to extract it. He leaned back again and I could feel him preparing another treat for me.

“These are so good…” I said of the best strawberries I’d ever had in my life.

“Open.”

I opened wide, but it still wasn’t enough. Something that felt a lot like whipped cream was piled high on the fruit Ryan brought to my mouth and it hit my nose before anything else, then both sides of my mouth, and I felt some drip down on, and between, my breasts before the strawberry was actually past my lips. I squealed and squirmed, but Ryan twisted his handful of hair a little, settling me down again.

“Where?”

“Um… pretty much everywhere. This is starting to look less and less like an accident every time,”

“Oops.”

Ryan leaned forward again, pulling my head back to kiss me on the neck, one spot that was actually clean in comparison with everywhere else. His lips worked their way down at the same time as I felt his spare hand working its way up the inside of my thighs.

After a hesitation that was barely measurable, I shut the door on the notion of the friendzone when I slowly parted my legs to give him better access. My head was already in the right position for me to sigh lustily at the invisible ceiling when his fingers slipped inside my panties, and found me to be already as wet as I had imagined.

His finger slid freely across my labia and curled into the tight entrance that he and he alone had ever been inside, as his lips found a major deposit of whipped cream on the upper slopes of my left breast. My pussy clenched in response like an excited fangirl clutching at the lead singer in her favorite boy band, and I whimpered softly.

Ryan did as thorough a job as he could without the power of vision, practically worshipping my skin with his licks and sucks. He worked his way up my chest, up my neck, until he kissed me full on the lips.

He must have felt some of that whipped cream on my nose against his cheek. He broke off the kiss to tenderly lick the tip of my nose, before kissing me again and pulling some of my own sweet nectar out from my sex, circling my clit with one finger. Our lips touched again, not quite kissing because I was panting too much.

Ryan was using his fistful of hair and his lips brushing against mine to read my body language in the dark. Alternating between teasing me to heights of pleasure with his expert fingers, and slowing down to feed me a strawberry, he drove me so wild that only my own loud moaning, bordering on screaming, brought me back to my senses and I quietened down for a few minutes.

Just when I thought I might have been driven certifiably insane, Ryan paused again. I opened my mouth, ready for a strawberry, but none came.

I felt Ryan’s touch on my arm, travelling down and seeking my hand. When he found it, he brought it between his own legs and wrapped my fingers around this thick cock.

With his hand over mine, he guided me in a few strokes up and down his length before letting go, so he could pleasure my pussy again. Like a sex machine, my hand kept on stroking up and down almost without any conscious effort of will.

His finger was so slick with my juices that he was able to thrust it in and out of my pussy no matter how hard I clamped down in my ecstasy. Ryan whisper-growled his appreciation, giving me the filthiest compliments any woman ever received.

A fuzzy sensation like an itch being scratched was growing in my belly, and when he started concentrating all his efforts on my clit, that feeling only intensified. My hips started bucking, images of the last time I’d seen the incredible cock that was now in my hand flashed through my mind.

If the lights had switched on and I found that everybody I’d ever met in my life was in the room with us, it couldn’t have stopped my orgasm at that point. However, when I felt Ryan kiss his way from my lips to that spot behind my ear, he pressed home his unfair advantage.

I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t restrain the rising volume of my voice, I couldn’t think. All I could do was explode in the dark.

There was nothing for me to see to keep my bearings. As wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me, I quickly lost any sense of which way was up. We were tumbling through space with my hand on his rock-hard cock, his finger on my go-button, and his lips on my neck.