“You know the word,” he teases, then grabs a fistful of cream cheese frosting.
“Logan…”
I’m laughing so hard my belly hurts, and my face flames when he coats my pussy with the frosting. But my giggles die down in my throat when he forcefully pries my legs apart and begins to lick the frosting from my pussy.
“Logan… oh my gosh…”
His tongue swirls around my folds, flicking against my clit, dipping inside my pussy, before going back to my clit. Before long, I feel myself spinning up to the crest of a wave.
Until he suddenly clamps his teeth around my clit.
“Cry for me, ghost girl.”
He tugs the sensitive nub lightly while his fingers dig intomy sore, waxy behind.
“Fuck! Ow!”
Tears run down my face as he tortures my clit and my ass, and I come in a painful orgasm, my body jerking helplessly between his teeth and his fingers. I’ve barely come down from the orgasm before he rips off my shirt, then straddles my chest, his cock—also frosted with sticky sweet cream cheese—angling at my mouth.
“Take me, crybaby. Take all of me.”
His knees are planted on both sides of my head, and when he bends down to shove his cock in my mouth, his cake-covered fingers reach for my tits, twisting and tweaking them until I’m writhing in pain and need.
“Take me,” he grunts again, driving his cock all the way to the back of my mouth.
I don’t really have much of a choice in the matter, especially since his calves are resting on my arms, locking them to the mattress. I’m not sure how he manages to fuck my helpless mouth so relentlessly while at the same time torturing my tits, but he’s already proven time and again that nothing can possibly stop him from driving me completely insane.
“Fuck… Lia… cry for me…”
My face is splotchy from the way his cock is pounding into me, at the exact angle and speed he must know from experience will draw tears from my eyes. By the time I feel his balls tighten, my tits are numb from pain.
“Swallow, crybaby. Go on and swallow it all.”
I gulp down the strings of cum hungrily, even licking up the drops that have spilled onto my face and chest, all of it mixed with carrot and cream cheese.
“Not sure I’ll ever be able to look at carrot cake the same way,” I groan when at last he gets off of me. “From now on, it’ll make me think of you and your cum.”
“Good.” He pulls me against him so that we’re both in a sitting position, my back against his chest. “Open your mouth for me, brat.”
I don’t even think to object, that’s how well he’s trained me. He grabs a hunk of cake and pushes it in my mouth.
“Lick,” he murmurs in my ear.
I suck his fingers as he drives them into me, mimicking the movement of his cock which has already left my throat raw and sore. But I know how much this turns him on, and Iwantto turn him on.
“Good girl,” he praises me, continuing to feed me cake with his fingers and making me suck them. “You’re my very good girl, Lia.”
I don’t even want to bite his fingers right now, which is a shame, because Idowant the punishment that would follow.
“Ready for your present, little ghost?” he purrs in my ear.
“A present?” I sit up straight, looking at him excitedly. “Did you really get me a present?”
He smirks. “I got you two. One for my good girl, one for my brat.”
He kisses the top of my head, then disentangles his body from mine and gets up. I follow his movements to the dresser, where he fumbles in the top drawer, before withdrawing two packages. A very big one, and a very small one.
His grin matches mine when he returns to the bed, though his looks a lot more evil. “Which one do you want to open first?”