60. Alice

ALICE

“ F eed it to me,” Michael demands.

The creamy sauce has dripped down to my nipple, and nothing in this world could stop me from doing what Michael says.

I let go of his shoulder and grip my breast, lifting it, holding it up, so he can?—

Michael flattens his tongue against my nipple and licks.

He licks and licks.

He leans closer and licks up my breast, lapping up the line of chocolate.

He moans and groans, and when he works his way back down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

I can’t take it anymore.

I keep doing what he asked, I keep feeding him, keep my grip on my tit. But I also move my other hand down and reach under the skirt of my dress.