Executive Engagement
“Fuck your shirt,” Darcy growls, burying his face in my cleavage.
I whimper in protest and he pauses, looking up at me with dangerously handsome hooded eyes. “I’ll replace it,” he reassures me gently. “Now get your fucking skirt off before I ruin it next.”
Darcy’s warm, minty tongue licks in the valley between my tits as I unzip the skirt and shimmy it off my hips. He puckers his lips and blows a stream of cool air on wet trail of saliva he’s left there. A full-body shiver jolts through me. If my nipples weren’t hard before, now they couldn’t be harder.
“God,” Darcy pants, drawing back. “You’re a vision in lingerie, Lizzie.”
“This old thing?” I smile up at him, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt now too.
Of course, the lingerie set is brand new: a goldenrod yellow lace bra that cups my big, heavy breasts perfectly and the matching panties that follow the curves of my ass like it was graphed there using a sexy geometry equation. I bought it specifically for this occasion.
But Darcy doesn’t need to know that.
He pulls his shirt over his head, obviously displeased with my unbuttoning skills once again.
“Don’t play coy,” he says, discarding the shirt across the room with gusto. “You know you’re fucking hot, Lizzie.”
He captures my lips again, cradling my jaw in one hand while he pulls my body against his with the other. I feel hot. The rock hard bulges of his muscles are cool against my skin. I arch my back so I can be even closer to him.
“I guess I am,” I laugh against his lips. “What are you going to do about it, stud?”
“Cool you off,” Darcy says without missing a beat.
The next part happens so fast, it’s hard to track how he even pulls it off. One minute, I’m standing in front of the stove in Darcy’s kitchen, kissing this billionaire dream boat while we banter back and forth. The next, he has the door to his freezer open and my body bent over two pints of what looks like very expensive gelato.
Vanilla caramel with himalayan pink salt and dark chocolate with sicilian almonds.
I guess I found dessert.
As Darcy pulls down my panties and kneels behind me, I guess he's found dessert too. Unfortunately for his gelato-loving ass, my pussy is totally dripping with cream.
"Mm, well, don't you look like a treat?" Darcy asks, obviously admiring his handiwork.
Fuck. I know he must be right. From his angle, I'm a long pair of slender, shapely legs in a pair of black heels. The heels only serve to push my ass up so I'm practically presenting him with my needy holes on a silver platter.
My yellow lace panties are around my ankles, and my hot cunt is slick with so much honey, if he licked me he'd get a sugar rush.
Darcy kisses up my thighs while the freezer pours icy cold air down my neck. My already aching-hard nipples, propped up on their gourmet ice cream pedestals, only get harder in the sub-freezing temperature. The tip of Darcy's handsome nose traces up the crook of my thigh, mere inches away from my clit, and I exhale steamily. The freezer is so cold, my breath billows out around me in a frosty cloud.
"Make a habit of this, and your energy bill is going to singlehandedly destroy the planet," I quip, trying to hold myself together as Darcy unclasps my bra. I'm about three seconds away from begging Darcy to shove his big, fat popsicle into my ice cream cone.
Maintaining our line of banter is the only thing keeping my half sane right now. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to leave the freezer door open?"
"Mm. Yes, I'm a dirty, dirty capitalist consumer. I'll write a check to Greenpeace when we're done here to atone for my sins," Darcy says, grabbing my ass and spreading it like I'm an ice cream sandwich just begging to be licked. "For now, my little environmentalist minx...why don't you chill out?"
As Darcy's hot, probing tongue slips into my soaking wet slit, chilling out is the last thing on my mind.
My whole body is starting to get ice cold. My skin is all goose-bumps, and I'm shivering. But as Darcy licks up my dripping cunt in long, luxurious slurps, those shivers turn into knee-knocking shakes.
He's lapping me up like I'm a creamsicle on a hot day. Every time takes another taste of me with that insatiable tongue of his, I melt a little more.
Soon, the chill of the freezer is met with a building sensation of a red-hot heat deep in my womb. Darcy's long licks turn into dangerous little flicks of his tongue as he focuses his efforts. My clit is throbbing for him and his mouth just won't quit.
"Oh my god," I whimper. "I'm gonna come!"
I've said those exact same words so many times on camera, they shouldn't mean anything anymore. But somehow, saying it to a frosty bottle of Grey Goose wedged against the ice cube trays just makes them all the sweeter.
My whole body tenses up as I cream against Darcy's mouth. My pussy throbs, sending its heat all over my body until I'm panting steamy clouds of passionate breath so hard into the freezer that I'm pretty sure the ice cubes are going to melt.