Page 38 of Frosty Felicity
She flicked her tongue across her lips, grinned, then snatched his pants down to his ankles. His boxers soon followed, exposing that lovely, hard, long and thick dick she’d been dreaming about all night.
Taking it into her hands, she massaged the delicious cock as she tasted it. The massive member filled her mouth, and she couldn’t wait to taste his creamy filling. Glancing up a time or two, she found Brett holding onto the wall, his eyes closed, mouth agape… panting. It wasn’t long before he’d wrapped his hand around her head to bring her into his shallow plunges.
“Oh, baby… yes…” He groaned.
She lavished him with copious licks, sucking with all of her might.
Then, she felt him stiffen.
She looked up, and his eyes were wide open, staring down at her with concern, almost as if he’d seen something that startled him into submission.
“Something… something is happening…”
“Of course, something is happening! You’re about to blow your load.”
“No… no… Stop. Something… something isn’t right…”
She pulled away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and released his dick from her grip.
“What is it?” She felt herself getting warm again, but not in a good way. Did I scrape him with my teeth? I don’t think so…
“Something… feels warm… it’s… it’s getting hotter… Shit! Fuck! My… my dick! MY DICK!!! Oh God!” He raced out of the kitchen, almost knocking her vase over in the process as he made a beeline to her powder room. She wasn’t far behind, hot on his heels. She watched in horror as he turned on her bathroom sink and jammed his cock under the cool stream of water. “WHHHHHHOOOOAAA!!! SHABALABALABA!!!”
Is he speaking in tongues? I know my head game is great, but goodness… Come on.
“IT BURNS!!!”
It burns?! This motherfucker better not have a surprise down there! A package that keeps on giving! We both got tested. Together. The last thing I need is to be writing myself my own prescription!
“Why would it burn, Brett?!”
“Hell if I know! Were you eating something hot before I came over?!”
Feeling a sudden flush on her face, she started to sweat…
“Oh, God…” She placed her fingers against her chin.
“Oh, God, what? What have you done, Felicity?!”
“The peppers. I tasted one of the peppers from the dressing! It was a mixture of peppers, uh, Anaheim, jalapeno,” she began to count off her fingers. “Korean, and bell peppers, too, but those aren’t hot. And—”
“You can’t be serious right now?! I don’t care about the types of fuckin’ peppers you used in the damn dressing! I’M DYING!!! MY OBITUARY IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING MESS!” It’ll be hot off the presses, and it’ll say that you died a HOT mess, Brett. That detail is important… “OH, GOD!!! Go get some ice! Some milk! Call the fucking fire department! JUST HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME!”
She raced out of the bathroom, grabbed a tall glass from the dish drying rack, poured a glass of milk, and seized a few ice cubes from the freezer, then returned to the bathroom, where her patient impatiently waited.
“It’s almond milk. It’s all I have right now. It may not have the same cooling properties as the—”
He snatched the glass out of her hand, causing some of the milk to spill, then shoved his cock in it. She watched in horror and stupefaction as he pumped his dick in and out of the glass, trying to chase some relief. After a few seconds, he placed the cup down on the sink vanity, took one of the ice cubes from her palm, and guided it up and down his dick. He winced, the coolness undoubtedly a shock to his system. After a few moments, the inflamed red color began to dissipate.
Tilting his head back, he stared at the ceiling, looking helpless and in need of prayer. He began to moan in relief. Then, he looked in her direction, but she avoided that hot and heavy gaze while she wrestled with something horrific. Soon though, she lost the battle.
And a chuckle escaped.
She slapped her hand over her mouth, while he pursed his lips so tight, they wrinkled. His dark brows bunched, and the vein in the middle of his forehead and the side of his neck protruded, as if they were themselves living beings. He snatched her hand away from her face and gave her the death glare.
She laughed again but this time, there was no way to corral it.
“Frosty Felicity my ass! More like Fiery Felicity! Jesus! And then you laugh! Thanks!” He rolled his eyes.
