88. Alice

ALICE

M ichael is devouring me like I’m his dessert and he hasn’t eaten four cakes already today.

A finger presses into me, and electricity zips through my belly.

“Oh my Chef,” I breathe.

Words. He wants my words.

But I don’t know what to say.

“My-my Love.” I reach down and grip his hair. “You’re so good to me. I love you so much.”

I feel foolish the moment I say it. This isn’t good dirty talk. But then Michael moans against my pussy. The vibrations rattle against my clit, and I suddenly don’t feel so foolish anymore.

“You’re even better than all my fantasies put together.” I tell him the truth as he laps at me. “I feel so lucky to have you.”

Michael shakes his head, his lips rubbing against my pussy as he does it.

I smile through the bliss.

“I’d feel even luckier,” I pant, “if you’d put that big dick of yours inside me now.”

Michael’s tongue pulls away from my core as he sits up on his knees. “See what a sweet mouth you have?” He reaches down and opens the front of his pants. “And if my Baby Cakes wants to be full of my dick, then that’s exactly what she’ll get.”

I spread my legs wider. “Yes, please.”

Michael shoves the front of his boxer briefs down and grips his cock. “Keep talking, Sweetness.” He notches the tip of his dick against my entrance. “I want to hear those pretty words until you come.”

Michael grips my hips and jerks me toward him as he slams his hips forward.