TIGERLILLY- THE BRAVO BOYS [book two]

Chapter FORTY TWO

River O'riley

Frankie has me kneel at her feet in the kitchen to use me like a jungle gym as she climbs up onto my back, her bare feet are cold from the tile and her feathery weight pressing down on me feels better than it probably should..

A prideful sense of purpose swells in my chest, to be useful to her, to serve her in any way is an accolade to my ego.. I will gladly exist only for her contentment, as a piece of meat or even as a piece of furniture.. But especially as a snack that she wants to cover in sweet condiments..

Frankie jumps down with the bottle of maple syrup clutched triumphantly in her little hands like a trophy.. "I'm going to make you soooooo sticky!" She laughs a wickedly sweet titter and uncaps the bottle, dipping her finger inside before bringing it to her lips..

"Christ.. Princess, ye' know ye' can do whatever ye' want.. But I think this might be the best idea ye've ever had.."

She leans down to me, kissing my mouth with reckless hunger.. As her tongue tangles with mine I taste the treacle and my greedy groan reverberates around us..

She straightens up and lifts the bottle above me threateningly.. "You know I love sweets.."

"I know, baby.." I chuckle as the gooey maple spills over my shoulder to trickle down my chest and stomach and she squeaks in enjoyment, emptying half the bottle..

The syrup seeps down my back, surprisingly pleasant..

"Oooh! So yummy!" Frankie places the bottle down on the counter beside the reel of condoms before she joins me on the floor, her lithesome legs twisted up beneath her..

Fuck.. She's stunning.. The pearlescent glow of her naked flesh and rich golden glow in her gaze undo my rational thinking and I become spellbound and just about too stupid to say anything at all..

"I always wanted a pet Tiger.." She swipes a finger down from my chest to my belt then licks it clean..

"I always wanted a princess to pour syrup all over me on the kitchen floor, so I guess this way we both get what we want.." I chuckle, unable to tear my eyes from her flawlessness..

Frankie leans in to drag her tongue across my shoulder and then down along the sticky trail as I lean back into the cabinet doors behind me.. Warm soft kitten licks that drive me to the edge of insanity, all the while she moans the very same way she had while eating her ice cream earlier today.. Insatiable and insistent.. "Mmmm.. You taste like pancakes.."

"Thank you, Princess.." I huff as she reaches my stomach, dipping her fingertips into the band of my boxers to graze against my achingly hard cock..

"Take off your pants." She orders, yanking at the denim of my jeans.. So obediently and in a hurry I kick off my boots and my pants..

We both laugh as the syrupy fabric tangles around my ankle, clinging to my skin.. So she hastily assists me, rough and inpatient as she tears them off me.. Her eyes gaze over in a lusty haze as she looks me over, a sinister but sexy smile curling her pouty pink lips when her focus fixates on my dick..

She crawls closer to perch herself atop one of my legs, the heat of her pussy burning into my thigh.. Frankie grinds back and forth while she runs her hand through the syrup on my chest before using that same sticky hand to grab my cock..

"Shiiit.." I hiss between gritted teeth.. "Baby, that feels so fuckin' good.."

She explores everything, squeezing at my dick, stroking my balls, pressing at the sensitive spot beneath them..

Fuck.. I swear I usually have more endurance or at least some self restraint, but the hotness of it all is too much; Her pussy dripping on my leg, her warm sticky hands groping and her tasty tiny tits swaying in my face, it's a fantasy so intensely feverish that I never dared to dream of..