Diamonds in Cream Read Free Page A

“You’re still dressed.”
    “And you’re wearing nothing but my diamonds and those sexy
shoes I want to lick.” He nipped my neck again and pulled the skin a bit. The
sting was welcome. Enticing. “But not today. Today we have this.”
    He brought his arm around and in his hand he held a bottle,
tipped toward my chest. His arm brushed over mine. Heated oil dribbled on me
just below my neck. It slid down and I gasped. The cold trembled over me in
rivulets of oil. My gasp stuttered and drew out as one drop slid all the way
down to my crotch.
    “That’s it. Lean into me. I’ll make it good.” Devin crooned
in my ear.
    The bottle dropped on the floor with a thump. His hands
found my sides and slid around, under my tits. He lifted them from below and
held them, creating a mound of trembling flesh.
    “Look at you.”
    I did. I lifted my eyes from my tits to the mirrors. My
masked seducer sat behind me. When my eyes met his in the reflection, he
started to massage me. Rubbing oil around and around, he wove me into a wicked
a keening edge that had me begging. “Please. I need so much.”
    “Do you like this?” His slippery fingers cupped the ends of
my tits then gently closed on my nipples. He tugged, pulling me, milking me. My
fluid ran all over his hands, splashing onto my thighs. He lifted his fingers
and licked them.
    My pussy clenched on emptiness and I wiggled on the bench.
    “Wait. Don’t move.” He adjusted himself behind me. There was
no mistaking the sound of the zipper. He lifted me and I closed my eyes,
expecting the head of his cock to finally slide along my slit.
    But he put me back down on the seat. This time, my legs were
over the outside of his thighs. I was spread wide, completely exposed to the
mirrors. Pink glistened as my pussy spread wide. The plump lips were swollen
with anticipation.
    “Rub your breasts. That’s it. Pinch those nipples.”
    I did as he instructed as his hand clenched my upper thigh
holding me to him. His cock was hot on my back. His other hand brushed across
my hip and his fingers slid between my legs.
    His finger gently brushed over my clit and I yelped.
    “Keep kneading those tits,” he whispered into my hair.
    Round and around he teased my clit. He dipped down, sliding
in the cream of my cunt. He brought his had to his mouth and suckled my juices
off him. Licking with a “Mmmm. You taste wonderful. I’m going to get my tongue
in there. But later. Keep going, massage your aching breasts.”
    They did ache.
    “Fingers. I need something inside me,” I begged. Truly, I
begged. I was on the edge and needed to come.
    His finger plunged inside and my hips lifted. With each
trust, I met him. Surging against his palm that pumped my clit.
    He slid another finger inside me. Another. Three fingers
pumping as I rode his hand. Milk squirted onto the bench. The smell of my cream
and my milk mixed together. All I could smell, all I could hear, all I could
feel was sex. My sight filled with the wanton woman clutching her tits and
riding a man’s fingers.
    I reached for release with desperation.
    The climax teased me. Rushing at me, holding me captive.
Then it rolled over me with a scream.
    Before I came down, the fingers ripped out of my pussy and
my body lay back, cradled.
    A mouth sucked on me. My mind came back in a rush, instantly
aware of the engorgement needing release.
    Devin’s pussy slicked hand reached below the bench and
thrashed. He jerked hard and I couldn’t see his cock, or the hand wrapped in
it, but I felt his excitement in the tugging on my breast. He switched to the
other, leaning over me as his hand worked out of sight.
    My milk flowed and I floated.
    Devin groaned into his suckle and his body tensed.
    We stayed that way for some minutes more, he at my breast, nuzzling.
    He sat up and helped me to sit on the bench. I needed the
help. My body was too languid to move on its own.
    He kissed my cheek. “I’ll call for the car.”
    I blinked when he bent to pick