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I nod, my brain swirling with excitement and anticipation for what Kat might have in her mind. Along with her blooming self-confidence, she’s definitely unleashed her inner sex kitten. She said she was quiet, even repressed, but as we’ve explored together, she’s relaxed and has shown that she has a deep well of passion inside her that I feel damn lucky to swim in.

I set her on the countertop and step back, watching as Kat unslings her backpack and opens it. The first thing she pulls out is a set of black heels, which she sets aside. “Tomorrow’s work outfit. The rest is downstairs in the car.”

“You have something for dessert in there for me?” I ask, and she nods, pulling out a jar of maraschino cherries. “Cherries?”

“Uh-huh,” Kat says, unzipping her jacket. Underneath she’s only wearing the same see-through teddy she wore for our hot phone chat the other night. I can see her pink nipples already pulled tight, poking out the thin, silky fabric, inviting me to taste. “Just have to choose the right bowl.” She opens the jar, plucking a single cherry out and holding it up, her tongue peeking out to swipe the small drop of juice off the fruit. “Here . . .here . . .” She questions as she traces the sweet fruit along her cleavage, before pulling down her sweatpants to reveal panties that match her top. “Or maybe here,” and she dangles the cherry right over her bare mound, visible through the sheer fabric.

Kat spreads her legs and I can’t help but lick my lips at the almost see through window of her panties and I watch her puffy lips spread slightly. “I’m feeling a little gluttonous, might want more than one cherry,” I tease, pulling my shirt off and stepping between her creamy thighs to snap my teeth around the cherry, pulling it roughly off the stem before swallowing it almost whole. I kiss her, the sweet tang of the cherries blending with our breaths as she sets the jar down on the counter to tangle her hands in the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me close as she wraps her feet around my legs, locking me in place as if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.

The cherries momentarily forgotten, like promised, I take the strap of her teddy in my teeth and slide it off, kissing down the exposed swell of her breast until I find the stiff, crinkled tip of her nipple. I run my tongue around the edge and then bite it gently, pulling her into my mouth and stretching her breast until she gasps. “Oh fuck Derrick . . . god you’re making my pussy so wet.”

“Let’s find out,” I growl, reaching down and slipping my fingers inside her panties. She’s more than wet, she’s nearly dripping, and I let my fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing her lips and clit as I look in her eyes. “Who does this belong to?”

“You. Only you,” Kat mewls, wiggling her hips as my thumb rubs over her clit. “I can’t imagine anyone but you.”

“Good, because all I am, all I have, belongs to you too,” I promise. I dip two fingers deep inside her, brushing along her velvet walls as she squeezes me tight. Pulling out my coated fingers, I smear her cream over her other nipple, before pulling back to lock my eyes on her perfect tits, “And sometimes it’s fun to mix your desserts.”

I devour her coated breast, sucking and feasting upon her warm, sweet flesh until I can’t wait any longer. I kiss my way down her body, tracing designs with my tongue around her belly button and making her giggle. “I thought you were going to make me come, not laugh.”

“Why not both?” I reply, grinning up at her. I see the jar of cherries and reach over as I lay her back, her petite frame and wide hips perfect for keeping her balance on the countertop. Uncapping the cherries, I peel her panties off before letting a drizzle of the bright red syrup flow over her glistening lips. Kat watches, her breasts heaving as she breathes deeply in anticipation. “Mmm, looks tasty.”

“I hope I can have a big banana split later,” Kat teases, licking her lips. I nod and kiss up the inside of her thigh, letting my warm breath play over her wet folds until she’s squirming in need.

“Be still or you’ll spill it all. Tell me, Kat. Tell me what you need.” I can feel the tension in her thighs as she tries to fight the urge to lift her hips toward my mouth.

“Oh, Derrick . . . don’t tease me. Lick my pussy, taste me. Please.”

“I can never deny you, especially when that’s exactly what I want too,” I growl, looking up her body into her beautiful eyes. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I drag my tongue through the sweet juice and syrup covered folds of her pussy, tasting every nerve ending crackling along my tongue as Kat shivers, moaning from deep in her chest.


Tags: Lauren Landish Get Dirty Erotic