Candy Licker An Urban Erotic Tale Novels & Stories

He even left the door wide open, like he wanted me to see. Wait. Is this a trap? I took a step backward, my face set into a stern expression as I tried to hide the fact that I needed something to fill me up. My pussy was throbbing uncontrollably and it was getting painful. Xavier walked up to me, took my fingers that still glistened from the wetness of my pussy and sucked them into his mouth with a loud pop. My thighs clenched. Those pink lips sucked on my fingers with an intensity that made my legs weak. He bit it gently, and then licked like it was his favorite lollipop, making the pain to highlight the pleasure.

My mouth watered. “Open.” My lips parted instantly, tongue sliding out obediently. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest at my eager submission, vibrating straight down to my soaked core. He brought the cherry lollipop closer and dragged the wrapped candy slowly across my tongue, his gaze burning with dark hunger. I could see exactly what he was imagining—his thick, veined cock sliding over my tongue instead, stretching my lips wide and pushing deep until it hit the back of my throat and made me choke.

“I want to feel every lick.” He pressed his tongue flat against her, dragging it up slowly through her folds. She was already soaked. He tasted her deeply, savoring the warm, tangy sweetness, circling her clit with lazy strokes before dipping inside. Elena’s hips rolled against his face. Her fingers tightened in his hair, not painful but firm, controlling the pace.

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I was panting, his fingers were still inside of me, and I was trembling. He slowly pulled his fingers out, and I gasped. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes still locked on mine. "Mmm, you taste so sweet," he said, his eyes darkening. "You're going to make me cum again." He quickly moved between my legs, his cock was already hard again. He didn't need to tease me. He just lined up his cock with my opening and pushed inside in one long, smooth thrust. He filled me completely, stretching me wide enough just how he want. He was thick, his girth pushing me to my limit.

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

He added another finger and I gasped, loving the feel of him in me. "Oh my God! More." I begged when Leo came up and sealed my lips with his, kissing me as he stroked my body. I reciprocated, whimpering in his mouth as Elijah kept licking my sensitive spot, slurping on me like I was his favorite juice. Soon he pulled out and replaced his finger with his huge, dangling cock that I wanted to suck. I wanted to taste his cum as I did with Leo. Was it as delicious or more salty? At first, Elijah used his dick to tease my entrance, and my mouth formed an "oh" when he thrust in roughly, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

I thought it was over. Ethan stepped forward. He was still rock hard. He looked at the canvas of their cum on my skin. Then, to my shock, he lowered his head and began to lick it. He licked my stomach, his tongue lapping up the mixed essence of his friends. The act was so profoundly shocking, so intimate and degrading and erotic, that I simply stared. When he was done, he looked up at me, his chin shiny. "You're mine Claire," he said simply. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach, my upper body still on the table, my feet on the floor. He pressed against me from behind.

I reached up and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wider, exposing her slick folds. I leaned in and began to lick her pussy, my tongue tracing the delicate folds, tasting the sweet nectar that was already leaking from her. She gasped, her back arching off the floor as she bucked her hips against my face. I hummed in approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. I alternated between licking and sucking on her clit, bringing her closer to the edge with every stroke.