Page 94 of To Have and to Stalk
But I wasn’t letting go of her either.
“Slide a finger inside your pussy,” I said, grip on my cock turning bruising. “Get it all wet for me.”
Her eyes locked with mine, and she obeyed, sliding a finger inside her cunt. As she started to groan, I said, “No coming. Put your finger in my mouth and let me taste you.”
She pulled a glistening finger from her cunt but paused just at my lip, something flickering across her eyes. So I grabbed her hand and pressed it between my lips. I swallowed it greedily. Sucking the small digit, swirling my tongue around it.
“Have you read all my notes?” she asked, licking her lips, eyes darting from my cock to her plate.
I knew instantly what she really meant. With one last suck of her finger, I released it with apop.
“Pick up the muffin,” I said, voice strained with the effort of holding off my orgasm.
She did, licking her lips.
And, shit, even that had me closer to the edge. I jerked my cock in a bruising grip, distantly aware we were crossing a line that we couldn’t come back from. But I couldn’t stop—didn’twantto stop. I was done fighting whatever it was between me and Shay.
“Tell me what you want, Shay,” I ground out.
“I want you to come on this muffin and let me eat it,please?—”
I groaned, coming in wet, hot spurts all over the chocolate muffin, her hands, and even a little on her bare thighs. It looked like icing.
When I’d finished, my chest heaved. My legs felt weak.
Fuck.
She watched me, eyes wide and rapt.
“Eat,” I said.
Shay took a big bite, eyes locked on mine. Her legs were still spread, still open. I dragged a free hand across my jaw, massaging as my stare jumped between her bare pussy and her wide eyes, unable to choose one.
On her third bite, I released the grip on her hair and dropped to my knees between her thighs.
Her eyes grew, and she stopped. “What are you doing?”
With two hands, I shoved her knees wider apart. “Having breakfast.”
“Wait— I—” I paused at the tension in her voice, tearing my eyes from her pussy up to her. There was genuine fear in them. “I just… I don’t really like it.”
The genuine fear in her voice told me there was more to the story.
Something to return to.
But for now I nodded, pulling back. “Okay, little Maniac. I won’t taste you.”
Yet.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay?—”
“I’m really sorry?—”
“Shay.” She stopped at the command in my voice. “Keep eating.”
She obeyed, lifting the muffin back to her lips. I grabbed her discarded panties and pressed them against her pussy.
