Dinning Table

[Warning: This chapter contains some mature scenes.]

"But what......"

"Do I have to spell everything out to you?" He asked gritting his teeth and looking at her with those eyes blazing with fury.

"You..... I'm.... I'm only doing what you asked of me. You.....you told me to feed you. I'm..... I'm doing just that."

He pinched the middle of his brows and sighed in frustration. He looked at her and his sight travelled down wards to her exposed breast.

"Come." He said coldly.

Without uttering a word, she got up and stood beside him.

"Straddle me." He commanded not looking at her face.

She swallowed. The gown was too tight to straddle him like that, so she had to raise the gown up till half of her booty was exposed. She sat on him and crossed her arms around his neck. He licked his lips and pulled her in more, her breasts were almost touching his face. He leaned his face closer to her breast and placed soft kisses on the half exposed breasts. Her heart was moving erratically in her chest. She got a little scared that someone might come in and spot them in the middle of the whole thing, but that wasn't the reason of her heart beating erratically. It was because of the kisses he was placing on her breasts. 

His hands caught her nipples and gave them sweet gentle massages till they were hard, shooting out from her red dress. He slicked out the right breast from her dress and licked his lips. He looked up at her and gave out a devilish smile. Without a warning sign, his hot mouth devoured her pink nipple. She tilted her head backwards and moans like melody filled the room. His mouth was sucking it hard, and his other hand was massaging her other nipple. All of it ignited sparks through her body. He cupped her left breast tightly and slicked it out from her dress. Without taking a break, his mouth captured her left nipple. He sucked that breast for minutes massaging her other breast with his hand. 

Francis didn't get the kind of satisfaction he needed from the woman he spent the previous night with. He went five rounds with that woman, but his body wasn't satisfied. When he saw Jane wearing the red dress, showing her breasts and her curves, he felt like laying her down on the floor and do it to her till he's satisfied with himself. Seeing her wearing that, he realized that his body won't be at ease till he has tasted her, all of her.

He continued sucking her breasts like it was the most delectable thing he had ever tasted. Her moans increased its sound by each passing minutes and her head was tilted backwards enjoying the sweet hotness from his warm mouth. Jane flinched up suddenly causing him to leave her breast in the middle of his job.

"Wh..... What's that?" She said pointing her fingers to his bulge kicking out.

He looked down and saw that his little buddy was punching hard from his pants. He tilted his head backwards and let out a frustrating groan.

"Fuck Jane. Can't you see I'm all hard." He said tucking his hair tightly.

Jane flinched up in shock because she felt the thing getting bigger and bigger between her legs touching her there. It got her scared.

"H....hard?" She said in shock as her eyes were wide opened.

He looked up to her and stood up. Her full breasts were out of her dress. His hand caressed her nipples and pulled her in to himself. He turned her around and made her sit on the table. He pushed down some trays of foods to the ground, creating a little room for her to lie down. He pulled her closer to him till he was between her legs.

"We're going to do it on the dining table." He said sounding like he can't waste anymore time.

Jane's breathing bacame rough. She felt her heart increasing its pace every passing second.

He pulled her gown up her waist and in no time, started placing soft kisses on her neck down to her nipples. He sucked them harder than earlier and made her lie down in the little room he created for her on the table. He kissed her belly downwards till his hot tongue slicked in her wet pussy and caressing her thighs with his hands. Jane arched her back and moaned more for him. What he was doing to her down there was making her go crazy whenever his tongue did that in her wet. 

She dugged through his head. Her mind was sparking a lot with fireworks. He made her sit and without taking a break he continued, capturing her nipples. She tilted her head back and arched her back to him. She wanted to speak but the torture he gave her was making her not to have a straight mindset. She wanted him to stop, at the same time she was enjoying every single thing he did to her.

She bit her lip and moaned. His hand traced down to her wet pussy and inserted two of his fingers in it. He thrusted them in and out.

"Please......oh......" She said between her moans.

His mouth never left her nipples and his hand went in and out her pussy. She loved this pleasure. It surpassed the others. It made her feel like she was floating in the clouds. He cupped her breast tight and this time she groaned in her throat.

"Oh....please........ah...." 

Like he wasn't listening to her, the torture went on for minutes. He would make her lie down and slicked his tongue in her wet and his hands were massaging her nipples and cupping her breasts tightly. She hated this feeling cause it made her loose her mind. 

He sat her down again and thrusted his fingers in her wet pussy again. He wanted her bad. All of her. But he was punishing her for not doing her job very well. For not feeding him for breakfast.