When I removed the pillow and looked down with desperation in my eyes, I saw some designs on my stomach that faintly mirrored the patterns on his, and the words “Property of Jace Barlow” written in chocolate ink. Some part of my mind tried to raise an objection to that, but was silenced by the argument that you can’t deny reality. I belonged to Jace Barlow, if he wanted me.
He moved on to the bed and knelt beside me as he created his “more than OK” art on my body. I reached out and felt that wondrously thick cock of his through his pants, stroking it up and down.
I wanted to see it, to feel its hot throbbing skin in the palm of my hand, but I didn’t know how to say it. Every ounce of unspoken pleading was written in my eyes, but there was so much I wanted from him, so much he had already promised to give me, that it was probably not enough.
Jace painted the gentle slopes of my breasts, my aching hard nipples, and then surveyed his masterpiece. He licked his lips, and moved back to where he’d started, putting the chocolate body paint back on the ground before lifting one leg into his hands and beginning to destroy what he had just created, in the most incredible way.
The multi-millionaire licked and sucked at me, and I felt that rough stubble contrasting against the softness of his lips and tongue again. He was making me feel like a manifestation of some ancient goddess who came down to earth every now and then to be worshipped in this way.
He still hadn’t touched my eager sex, but if he kept doing what he was doing, it was going to take the willpower of a deity for me to stop myself from climaxing. Jace made my legs look as if they’d never been painted and then I felt his hot breath on my sopping wet slit.
I held my breath for a second, and then hit the bed with my fists like a little girl throwing a tantrum when I felt his lips on my navel instead of my pussy. A tear of desperation trickled out of one eye, a tiny rivulet of my natural lubricants trickled out of my excited tunnel and tickled its way downwards to the sheets.
His stamp of ownership was the last design element to be erased from my stomach, before he moved upwards again. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing myself against him, making him kiss and lick me harder.
When I felt his thigh between my legs, I rubbed my pussy against him like a wanton slut, because I was beyond caring. All that mattered was this impossibly sexy man who had exploded into my life and all the pleasure he was giving me. I needed to cum.
“Please, please, fuck me, Jace! Fuck me hard! I need it, now!”
Jace paused only long enough to assure me that my torture would be sustained. “Not until I’m good and ready, you sexy little bitch.”
His shoulder muscles bulged as he held himself above me and licked the undersides of my breasts, before circling my nipples with his tongue and then sucking them into his mouth. I cried out when a little firecracker of pleasure went off between my legs, a tiny preview of things to come.
When Jace had cleaned my breasts to his satisfaction, he moved up to kiss me on the lips, and I kissed him back with utter desperation, our tongues no longer gentle as we fought for territory in each other’s mouths. Not surprisingly, he tasted of chocolate.
He pulled back and I followed his kiss upwards for several inches, until he pushed me flat again while he moved back to square one, between my legs. If he was going to tease me again, I was going to die.
“Please,” I panted, and then screamed in relief as he licked the full length of my pussy.
His stubble framed the path of his tongue and I felt it on my sensitive labia as a prickly tingle that drove me wild with excitement. My muscles twitched and I ground myself sporadically against his face as he lapped up my juices like they were sweeter than the body paint.
Jace’s strong hands cupped my ass and pulled my sex against him, keeping me exactly where I needed to be, in spite of my traitor muscles trying to make me buck and gyrate all over the place. My head was thrashing from side to side once more, while pins and needles of bliss started pricking me all over my body, starting at my clit and moving towards my extremities.
I gripped the bedsheets for dear life, terrified of what was building up inside of me, as if an orgasm could be so powerful that it did actual physical damage. I moaned in ecstasy without a spare thought for the volume, hoping it might let off some of the pressure.
When Jace’s expert tongue concentrated on my clit, my breaths started hitching. I breathed in short, sharp, bursts but couldn’t breathe out, until I couldn’t take anymore and I felt like I was going to burst.
A brown haze rolled in from the periphery of my vision as my orgasm took hold, and the only thing drowning out my screams of bliss as I let out all that air was the booming of my heartbeat in my ears. Pleasure beyond belief made my body hum and it was almost like my soul was blasted out of my body by the intensity of it all.
I couldn’t see anyway, so I squeezed my eyes shut and was assaulted on all sides by the ecstasy that Jace was inflicting on me. It was too much, too much, too much! I was just one woman and I couldn’t take it!
When my orgasm peaked and began to fade, color started to creep back into the world again and I could make out where I was once more. The room was spinning as if I was drunk, and Jace was now licking me at a much slower pace, keeping me on the edge of what I could bear to feel.
At last, my surroundings stopped moving and I felt like I was fully occupying my own body again. Jace rose to his feet and I saw that he was now kicking off his remaining clothes.
His huge cock stood up straight, thick, and perfect, and he climbed back on the bed with pure lust in his eyes.
Chapter 16
Kendall
I reached out for his rock hard shaft and shivered when I grasped it, despite its heat. When I stroked it up and down a few times, I found it so stiff that I could barely change the angle it jutted out at.
I gulped, knowing all too well how Jace used this weapon of his. Fast and hard. At the restaurant I’d asked him to be gentle, but you probably couldn’t be gentle with a cock like this. I wouldn’t waste my breath with a request like that this time.
Jace gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of my head, before wrapping it around one hand a couple of times until it was taut. He pulled me upwards, controlling my every movement.
“Up. On your knees. Now.”
The muscular multi-millionaire steered me, using my hair as reins, until I was on my hands and knees, with that intimidating erection of his right in front of my face. Up close it was simultaneously majestic and terrifying, and my hand looked so small by comparison.
I could see it twitching slightly with every beat of his heart, every vein, the bumpy ridge and that fat swollen head. There was no mystery about what he wanted. I’d heard girls at school talk about blowjobs, but I didn’t know where to start. I licked my lips, but then hesitated.
“You ever sucked a cock before?” Jace asked.
I looked down and away for a second before turning my eyes back up to him and slowly shaking my head. Jace looked upwards, mouthed a silent thanks, and then leaned back, reaching for something on the ground.
The movement pulled on my hair and I gasped at an unexpected spark of pleasure between my still-quivering legs. When he came back up, he had the paintbrush in his hand again.
“Aim it at your mouth,” he instructed.
I blushed. That much should have been obvious. With a combination of pulling down on it and moving my head as high as Jace would let me, I was soon staring down the barrel, so to speak.
He dabbed some chocolate body paint on the head of his cock. “Lick it off.”
I touched the tip of my tongue to the spot of chocolate and felt him swell in my hand. Immediately, I pulled back, startled, but Jace brought my mouth back to his hardness and I felt the body paint smear against my lips for a moment, before I parted them and took him in.