Seduced by Chocolate by Celia Kyle, Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

after all…
    Charlene dipped her finger into the warm chocolate and held it aloft for him, daring him to suck the sweet liquid from her. He did it without hesitation, licking and suckling her finger as if his life depended on it, his tongue swirling and dancing around and around, arousing her even further as the seconds ticked by.
    “Mmm… Delicious.”
    He dipped his own finger into the concoction, and stroked her bottom lip, leaving a trail of chocolate in his wake. She snaked her tongue out for a taste and moaned as the delicious flavors burst on her tongue. “You’re right.”
    Linc returned his finger back to her mouth. She opened her lips, welcoming him inside. She sucked and licked the pad of his finger, savoring the warm taste of him mixed with her very best blend of spicy sweetness. Charlene pretended that it was his dick she was licking, giving him the best imitation of her cock sucking capabilities. She circled the pad of his finger, traced a dancing line along it and took him as deep as she could. The entire time their gazes remained intent upon one another. She kept her eyes trained on him, sucking and fucking her mouth on his finger, moaning and groaning as she suckled harder, faster.
    She really needed to stop, smell the chocolate, and not let her underused libido get the best of her. She knew better. She should ask for more than the man’s name and place of employment before jumping into bed with him. But she couldn’t make her brain play along at the moment. All it seemed to understand was “fuck” and the responsible part of her mind agreed. Damn it. Sorta. Okay, not really.
    Linc removed his finger from her mouth and traced her lower lip with his thumb. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
    “The ‘fuck me now’ feeling?” She took a deep breath, ready to admit all.
    He brought his lips close to hers, a hairsbreadth away. “Yeah.”
    “Oh, yeah.” She couldn’t lie.
    He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing hers, chocolate flavors floating between them with an underlying taste of him. All woodsy, deep and musky, it exploded on her tongue and she moaned, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth.
    Their passion raged out of control. Hands seemed to move of their own volition, stroking and petting, shifting his jacket until it fell to the floor behind him. Charlene pulled on his tie while their tongues danced and dueled for dominance, mimicking an explicit come-and-get-me motion that had her toes curling in her shoes. She wanted more and everything and anything he could give.
    He tasted richer than her finest chocolate, and she delved deeper, searching for more of the flavors that made him who he was. Her pussy ached and throbbed with untamed desire, clenching on nothing and needing so badly to be filled with Linc’s cock. She tore her lips away. “Fuck me.” She wanted to say it, had to say it for herself. “Fuck me, now.”
    Linc captured her mouth again, his hands going to the buttons on her shirt, fingers deftly loosening the buttons from their holes. Charlene did the same, first yanking on his tie and pulling it free of his collar before attacking the buttons with a need she’d never felt before.
    Shirts undone and off, Charlene went for the pants next. The entire time their mouths were fused and harsh panting filled the tiny kitchen. Words weren’t needed any longer; they both knew the score and knew what was to come.
    The belt came undone with a soft glide of leather against gold-plated metal, the button quickly following and the zipper lowering with ease. His cock seemed to leap into her hand, anxious to be touched and fondled and stroked.
    She pumped him once, taking in and measuring the size of him as she enveloped his cock with her hand. Eight, maybe nine inches and two inches in diameter, his cock was long and thick and leaking pre-come as if it couldn’t wait to be buried deep in her pussy. Just the way she liked them.
    His pants fell to his ankles and she broke