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Angels Landing (Katie's POV) Ch. 04

KATIE'S CHOCOLATE CAKE

This story is told from Katie's point of view. For the other side of this experience--told through Jacky's eyes--check out "Angel's Landing (Jacky's POV)" by Jackhawk. We're writing from opposite ends of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience.

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Sergio worked magic on me. From the moment I stepped into Angels Landing this morning, I've been pampered. The contrast to how I lived on the beach feels surreal.

Not that long ago, I was washing my hair in a gas station sink and trying to look presentable with whatever I could find. My body had been for survival--bargaining, hiding, running. But here? It's being treated like a treasure.

There's sex in the air here. I feel it in the way the women walk, in the glances from the men. Everyone here is either getting fucked, thinking about getting fucked, or planning who to fuck next. And me? I'm walking through all of it, skin still tingling from that massage, mind still racing from my dreams, thighs slick from arousal I can't even explain, just trying to hold it together.Angels Landing (Katie

And now, Julia's dragging me to pick out clothes--dresses, lingerie, whatever comes next. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to feel excited or terrified. There's more coming--more pleasure, more attention, more of Jacky--and I want it all.

I'm still half-dazed when I see Julia waiting outside the dress shop. She grabs my hand without a word and pulls me inside.

The dress shop is sleek and glossy, everything in soft golds and blacks, mirrors in every corner. Julia chatters about thigh-highs, short hems, and Jacky's obsession with legs. It makes my pulse skip. I nod, listening, my fingers trembling slightly as I brush them over the silky fabrics.

Then Carla appears--and holy hell.

She looks like she should be on the cover of some luxe magazine, all curves and cool confidence, she is older but looks amazing.

Her eyes take me in like I'm a dessert she's already decided to taste. Her touch is subtle but deliberate, her breast grazing my arm like it's nothing--like I'm supposed to be used to this kind of contact.

When she says she can't find a single flaw, something tightens in my chest. Because I know where the flaws are. I can still feel them like bruises beneath my skin. But I don't say anything. I just smile.

The dressing room door clicks shut behind Julia, and the space feels even smaller with her inside.

Peeling off the men's shirt and worn shorts feels like shedding old armor I don't need here anymore.

The dress slides on like it already knows my body. Soft black silk clings to every curve, stopping indecently high on my thighs. It's elegant, but dangerous. One move, one breeze, one wrong thought, and it's over.

I smooth the hem, then glance in the mirror and blink. That can't be me.

My hair is glossy, no trace of the usual frizz. My makeup is both sharp and soft--cheekbones lit just right, lips glossy and full. I look expensive, like I belong in this place. Like I know what I'm doing.

My eyes drop to the hem again. The dress is perfect. So is the body beneath it, or at least it looks that way now. But then I catch the flash of white at my hip--my panties, simple white cotton.

They feel out of place now--the last thread of the girl who slept on the beach, counted quarters, and wore other people's clothes. I shift, uncomfortable, tugging the dress down.

Julia watches me in the mirror, her expression unreadable.

I try to smile, brushing my hair back, but there's a quiet in my voice when I finally speak. "So... this is what I look like cleaned up."

My laugh is soft. Almost disbelieving.

I can see Julia looking at me like she's trying to figure me out.

"Have a seat and we'll see how these look."

Kneeling in the cramped space, she slips my left foot into a black strappy heel. My lavender polish shimmers against the leather. My right foot slips in, Julia slowly cinching the small buckles.

"Now let's see how that delicious ass looks in those four-inch 'do-me' spikes!"

I barely recognize myself in the mirror. The heels tilt my body just enough to make every step a question, a tease. Julia's eyes on me, the silk hugging every curve, it's too much, and yet not enough.

"Jesus, Katie... I can't wait to see how Jacky reacts to this number! You look incredible... the transformation is insane!"

Carla knocks, and Julia slips out of the tiny room.

"I should parade her out in public for a minute!" she tells Carla with a big grin. "You did good, sugar."

The door opens fully, and Carla nearly faints.

"I knew that dress would be perfect for you, Katie!" she says, leaning in to whisper, "I could tell the moment I saw you--this dress was just waiting for you to show up and claim it."

Julia's already rifling through new outfits.

"Okay, perfect. Now let's get you out of this and into something cute," she says, handing me a little floral sundress and a pair of white sandals.

As I change, Carla arranges to have the dresses, shoes, and other accessories sent to the penthouse.

"I'll burn those things you wore earlier--unless you want them, sweetie."

Shaking my head, I let her know it's OK to get rid of them. That girl's not coming back.

Slipping my arms out of the silky straps of the black dress, the fabric slides down my body like a lover's hands, pooling at my feet.

The flower-print dress is soft and fluttering. I pull it over my head. The cotton snags lightly on my skin before falling perfectly into place.

It's shorter than I expected, swaying around my thighs with every step. The way it flutters when I move feels... feminine in a way I've never been allowed to be. Not on the streets. Not in survival mode. This dress isn't for hiding. It's for being seen.

Everything here is like that--meant to make you visible. Not just looked at, devoured.

The mirror in this light plays tricks. I see a girl who should be sipping champagne on a balcony in Monaco--not sleeping in tents. Not fucking surfers for a sandwich. I blink. The girl in the glass blinks back--clean, polished, soft.

I smooth the hem again. My nails are glossy. My legs are smooth. My hair falls in perfect coils down my back. Everything is new. The dress. The heels. The skin I'm in.

I glance toward the door. Julia's waiting. And I wonder... what's Jacky going to think when he sees me?

Julia's voice breaks the moment.

"You know... little girl, I'm torn," she says. "On one hand, you look sweet and innocent in that dress. On the other hand? I want to rip it to shreds, getting you out of it. We better buy a few--Jacky will destroy this one in a heartbeat."

As we begin to leave, Carla steps in front of me, eyes slowly raking over her creation.

"Another winner," she says, smirking at Julia. "Can I pick them, or can I pick them?"

She leans in close.

"I'll make sure the penthouse is stocked--especially with all the things Jacky likes. Lots of thigh-highs, lacy panties, cute little bras. He goes through them like a buzzsaw. If you ever need more, just call... or come see me. You're always welcome here, sugar."

She kisses my cheek, lips lingering.

"I'm serious about you visiting, sweetie," she whispers. "I'd love to ruin some clothes with you--especially on Jacky's dime. Give him a juicy kiss for me, baby girl."

Her breath is warm against my skin, and I can feel the flush deepen--down my neck, across my chest, between my thighs.

The way she said "ruin some clothes" makes something flutter low in my stomach. Like I'm still learning the language of seduction, and everyone else here already speaks it fluently.

Julia shakes her head and winks.

"This one's not going anywhere, Carla. Everyone wants a taste of our sweet thing."

"Katie, let's go--we need bikinis!"

Julia grabs my hand and pulls me two stores down. As we step in, the air is cooler, crisper, and the scent of saltwater and sunscreen hits me all at once. I blink--

"Jesus Christ."

I freeze, startled. Her name tag says Sarah, and she's just staring at me. Sarah is young and hot. Typical Angels Landing employee. I haven't seen a single person here who isn't fuckable.

Sarah reluctantly peels her eyes away and giggles.

"New girl, huh? Nice to meet you. I haven't fitted a sexy number like you since Julia floated in here five years ago. This is going to be fun! What colors are you feeling?"

"Hey sexy--this is Katie," Julia chimes in. "She's new and we need some hot bikinis. You know, the kind Jacky likes. Strings and tiny patches. The ones with bows on the hips. Neon colors. We want attention."

A slow, blooming awareness of the power I have just by existing in this skin. I bite my lip. Let her stare. I'm still figuring out who I am here, but I think I'm going to like her.

Sarah pulls yellow, green, and white bikinis off the rack. She holds up the white one, hitching her breath.

"Oh my... Julia, look at this contrast with her hair! C'mon Katie, let's get you into this one."

She leads me into the dressing room--not much bigger than the one in the boutique. As I step inside, she turns to Julia and holds up a hand.

"Darling, go flip the sign to 'closed' and toss the lock. I'll handle this."

She smiles, eyes wide and hungry, and closes the door behind her.

"That's a sexy dress, sugar... but you need to shed that thing right now."

She watches as I slip out of the dress, giggling when she sees my plain white panties.

"OMG, girl--those went out in third grade."

She's gentle, as she hooks her fingers into the waistband and slides them down, lifting one foot and then the other.

I'm naked now, someone watching me like I'm art. It's terrifying and thrilling.

She holds the bikini bottom low between her fingers--soft, stretchy. When she slides it between my thighs, I bite my lip to keep a sound from escaping. The fabric barely covers anything. It feels more like a suggestion than clothing.

"See how low it rides, honey? Hot as fuck. Jacky's gonna lose it."

Her breath ghosts across my chest as her hands cup my tits.

"Simply gorgeous, sugar."

I let her dress me--not because I can't, but because surrendering to her hands, to this place, feels powerful.

My nipples harden, reacting instantly to the air and her attention. She doesn't miss it.

Before she hangs the top on them, she kisses each one softly.

"Divine, sweetie."

She covers them with the tiny white patches and ties the strings behind my back and neck. Then she turns me to the mirror, her hands resting on my hips, chin over my shoulder.

"Honey... look how your hard nipples try to rip through that fabric. That, sweetie, is outrageously sexy. Like you're screaming to be used. Everyone here loves that look."

"You make this bikini work, darling. Better than anyone I've ever seen."

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror--this nearly-nothing bikini steals my breath.

My nipples strain against the fabric. I don't flinch. For once, I don't want to hide.

God, I look like I belong here.

Julia's banging on the door. Sarah throws it open.

"Fuck," Julia breathes, eyes wide. "Sarah... be a good girl and get me one of those in green."

Sarah giggles. "And I suppose you want me to dress you too?"

Julia's eyes don't just look--they consume. She stares like she's starving, and I feel it everywhere.

Sarah's tease makes me smile, but it's Julia's answer that makes my stomach flutter.

"I was thinking maybe Katie would like to have that job..."

And suddenly, the space feels smaller. Hotter.

Julia steps in, her gaze locked to mine as she begins to undress--slow, sensual, deliberate. Her shirt slips off her shoulders, bra snapping open, and I can't look away.

She's stunning, of course she is--but it's how she moves. Like she knows I'm under her spell and loves every second of it.

I reach out without thinking, fingertips brushing the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her hip. My mouth is dry.

Then I laugh softly, running my hands over her skin like I'm learning a new language.

"I don't know how to be good at this," I admit, thumbs brushing just under the curve of her breasts.

"But I want to learn."

My hands slide to her waistband, pausing. Waiting.

"Tell me what to do, Julia..." I whisper, eyes locked to hers. "And I'll do it."

She shivers, lips brushing mine.

"Just be Katie... my little Katie. Not Jacky's, not Antonio's, not anyone else. Be Julia's sweet Katie!"

Her hands guide mine to her breasts, firm and warm in my palms. I squeeze--gently at first, then tighter when her breath catches. My thumbs roll over her nipples, hard and needy, and the way she moans makes my thighs clench.

"Grip them tenderly, Sugar! Feel how they coo for your touch! Kiss my hard nipples, taste them, they are yours baby girl!"

I lower my head and kiss them, soft at first. Her skin tastes of salt and heat. Her nipple brushes my lips--I suck it in, hesitant for only a second. Her fingers knot in my hair, and suddenly I'm not shy anymore.

I take more. Suck harder. My tongue flicks, circles, lavishes her--the way she told me to, the way I want to.

"Fuck... thats it sweetie... own them... leave your mark sugar!"

And I realize: I've never done this. Not with a woman. Not even in my head.

Sure, I've noticed beauty in girls--how could I not? Julia's practically a walking sin in heels. But this heat in my belly, the ache, the craving--it's terrifying, and it's fucking electric.

I want more, pulling back just enough to look up at her, lips slick, pulse racing.

"I've never... wanted a girl like this," I whisper, the truth cracking through. "I didn't know I could."

She moans again, hips grinding against my thigh. I feel her heat soaking through what little she's still wearing. The power of making Julia lose control sets something bold alight inside me.

A wicked little smile forms on my lips.

"I want to taste more of you..." I whisper--and I don't wait for permission.

This isn't about obedience. Not about pleasing someone to survive. This is craving. My craving for her.

I slide to my knees, slow and deliberate, hands trailing down her sides. My fingers hook the waistband of her panties and pull them down with aching care, watching skin reveal inch by inch.

I kiss the inside of her thigh--once, then again.

I glance up at her, lips brushing that swollen, aching place between her legs.

"Let me be your Katie," I whisper.

Then I close the space--and taste her. She's soft, warm, dizzying. God, I love this.

"Yes baby!" Julia whispers. "Just like that!"

She pulls me up, fingers tight in my hair, dragging me nose to nose like she wants to taste the heat still on my lips. And God--she does.

Her kiss slams into me like lust itself. Rough. Claiming. Like she's sealing something between us. My knees almost buckle when she whispers--

"That's the Katie I am looking for!" She laughs and releases me. "All in good time gorgeous!"

Yanking open the door, Julie opens the door, she smiles at Sarah.

Sarah shakes her head and growls--

"You naughty bitch!"

She grabs the neon green suit and closes the door.

"Dress me sugar... and let's get out of here!"

Her voice is low and sticky sweet. It sends another shiver through me.

I take the bikini from her, our fingers brushing--charged. She's still half-naked, glistening faintly. Proud. Perfect.

My hands move slowly, savoring the privilege.

I loop the strings of the green bottom around her hips, letting the fabric drag across her skin. I tie them tight, knuckles grazing her thighs, barely resisting the urge to kiss her again.

"You want me, don't you baby girl..."

It's not a question, and she's right. It's written all over me. I feel it in the way my hands shake tying her top. In the way I can't stop drinking her in.

I dress quickly, still slick and trembling from what I tasted--and what I didn't. The dress slides over my head, my skin still humming from her hands.

And then we're out of the room--like none of it happened.

Except it's still happening inside me.

When she pulls me into the bar, my body's still throbbing, still electric. The cooler air doesn't help. My skin burns under every set of eyes.

We take our seats, and I know I'm being watched. I feel it--not like on the street. This is power, and I'm high on it.

Then he speaks--Jake. Cute, rough around the edges. The kind of guy who's probably made a lot of girls wet just by asking how their night's going.

He offers his hand, and I slip mine into it, soft and warm.

"Hi Jake," I say, giving him a slow smirk, letting a bit of Julia's boldness seep in. "Let me know if you want to help me add to the rumors?"

The words are barely out before my cheeks burn.

God, Katie, really?

I bite my lip, glance at Julia, then back at Jake, fumbling to recover.

"Um--just... surprise me," I say quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Something sweet... with a bite."

Even blushing like a schoolgirl, part of me still wants to know what it feels like to be the kind of girl people whisper about.

The kind who makes everyone wonder what she tastes like.

"Listen gorgeous... I'm the guy everyone talks to... you can keep it real with me... I know its alot to take in your first day! Anytime you need an ear... Im a good listener!"

Jake straightens up and winks.

"I like this one Julia... I'm counting on you to make her stay around a long time... so I can get to know her!"

"Bring us each a shot Jake... Katie has a big dinner date with the man... and I need to go to work!"

We clink the shot glasses and grin at each other.

"Thanks, Jake," I say, my voice just a little husky. "I might take you up on that."

The shot hits my lips and burns in the best way--sweet and hot, like everything about today. I smile around the rim of the glass as it goes down.

"Katie... see that gold plated door over there... go push the button on the wall beside it. It's the private elevator to the penthouse. It should be stocked with all your new clothes and ready for you... You have an hour to change before Jacky shows up... Teeny and Tiny, his Filipino housemaids will be there. I need to shoot a scene. Have fun tonight sweetie... dinner with Jacky is always exciting!"

And suddenly, the ache between my thighs isn't about Julia anymore.

Yes, she's beautiful--dangerous and soft in the same breath. But Jacky? He's mine, or maybe I'm his, fuck, I hope I am.

Around here, it looks like everyone shares, but deep down, I know: this is all about making him happy.

I press my thighs together, trying to quell the ache again. Rising from the barstool slowly, my heels click against the tile as I walk--head high, heart pounding.

He'll be joining me upstairs soon. My nerves spike.

I glance back once, toss Julia a wicked little grin.

I'm already gone. Already in Jacky's world. Already picturing his hands in my hair, his voice in my ear, telling me I'm his.

The doors slide open, and I step inside.

My hour starts now. I want this to be perfect. Will everything I did today be enough?

The doors close with a soft sigh, and I'm alone.

My reflection stares back at me in the mirrored walls--lips flushed, cheeks tingling from everything that's already happened.

This morning I was just some stray girl Jacky pulled off the beach. Barefoot. Broke. Bruised by life.

Now I'm in a private elevator to his penthouse. My dress is floaty and floral, girly--like something I used to wear before the world got hard. But underneath it?

Nothing innocent. Just the tiniest white bikini Julia picked for me.

Staring at myself, I can't stop the questions.

Did I pass? Was today enough to prove I belong here? That I can play this part--be one of his girls, maybe even his girl? Or is this just another test?

 

The elevator glides to a stop, and the doors open.

My breath catches. The penthouse is... surreal. Marble floors gleam under golden light. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch wide, swallowing the skyline.

Everything looks like money--like power. The kind of space that makes you walk slower just to take it all in.

But it's the bedroom that stops me cold. Massive bed, maybe bigger than king. Sheets like black silk poured across it. This is where he sleeps. Maybe where I'll sleep too.

God... what am I now? His toy? His possession? His girl?

It's the open closet that really makes my stomach flutter. Dozens of hangers. Dresses in every fabric and shade. Shoes lined like soldiers. Lingerie. Bags. Jewelry. All mine now, maybe.

On the center of the bed is a black dress. Sleek. Sinful. Waiting. Next to it: red-bottom stilettos, vicious and perfect. A velvet box of jewelry. Lipstick. Perfume.

It's like being chosen. Like being dressed for sacrifice.

And I want to be worthy.

I slip out of the flowered dress slowly, letting it fall from my shoulders. Standing there for a beat in nothing but that tiny bikini, just breathing.

Then I reach for the black dress. It slides up my thighs like it's been waiting for me. I zip it slowly. Add the heels. Fasten the necklace, fingers trembling.

I'm not just dressing for dinner. I'm dressing for him.

The door clicks open, and I spin around.

Two petite Filipina women in string bikini bottoms and nothing else stand in the doorway.

Dark hair long and sleek. Smooth brown skin glistening. Not shy in the slightest.

"Miss Katie?" the taller one says with a warm smile. "I'm Teeny. This is Tiny. We take care of Mr. Jacky."

They smile like this is just another Tuesday. And maybe it is, here.

"We will help you finish getting ready," Teeny says gently. "He will be here very soon."

They help fix my hair. Adjust my lipstick. Spritz something rich and floral at my pulse points.

I let them. My nerves feel like live wires.

Looking in the mirror, the girl looking back at me is... transformed. Slinky black dress. Fuck-me heels worth more than I made in a month. And underneath? A sheer white bikini so thin it might as well be painted on--his choice, courtesy of Julia.

I look stunning. Nothing of the girl from this morning remains.

Tiny glances at the time.

"He's here."

My heart leaps.

They lead me out, and I walk like I belong. Like I've done this before.

I hope I'm enough. I hope I make him proud. I hope he looks at me... and sees more than just some girl from the beach.

I feel his warmth before I hear his voice. And when he speaks--

"Wow! You, my dear... are stunning. Stop."

I stop. Every muscle obeys. Every nerve lights up.

His eyes drink me in like I'm something rare, something precious--like the wait was worth it. That look curls every ache inside me tighter. I stand straighter. I want to be everything he imagined when he first saw me in the sand.

He circles me slowly, his presence wrapping around me, then I feel him at my back--his body heat, his breath at my neck, arms sliding around my waist like he already owns me, maybe he does.

I close my eyes for half a second, just to feel it. Just to remember.

"I had a feeling about you, sugar..."

His voice is low, thick--I feel it more than I hear it. The way he says he's pleased... my knees almost buckle.

My breath hitches. Lips part. I say nothing. I don't have to. He can feel the way my pulse jumps under his fingers.

When he takes my hand and leads me outside, I follow without hesitation.

The balcony is pure magic. Glowing lights. Candlelight flickering against the sky. A dreamlike table.

The city sparkles below, but it's nothing compared to what it feels like to be here.

All I can think about is how much I want him to taste me--at the exact moment Teeny and Tiny serve us sizzling steaks.

"I'm sure it all is a bit confusing sweetie... and it's meant to be that way. It's how we can tell if someone is genuine... We are very good at what we do here... top of the heap. Its seeking out gorgeous people, such as you, that has propelled us to the top. I know you are going to take us even further darling!"

I glance up at him and smile--soft, but real.

This is the moment everything changes.

"I don't know if I understand this place yet..." I admit.

"But I feel it. Like it's under my skin already. Like it's waking up parts of me I didn't know were alive."

I pause, fingertips brushing the wine glass. My voice drops.

"I want to be good at this. Whatever this is. I want to belong here... with you."

And in that moment, city below, his eyes on me, I know, I've never wanted anything more.

He stands and takes my hand. Dinner is done. We walk to the balcony's edge.

Stars scatter above. Waves hush in the distance. The city glitters around us like it's clapping for us.

Behind us, Teeny and Tiny clear the dishes with silent grace, their bare skin glowing in the candlelight.

They say nothing. They don't have to. Even that feels like part of the test.

Can I stay composed while everything around me hums with sex and power?

Then I see dessert--two towering seven-layer chocolate cakes, thick buttercream curling in soft peaks.

The table's pristine. Silky white cloth. But no plates. No utensils.

"Dessert sugar?"

Smiling, he swipes a finger through the icing and holds it to my face, slowly smearing it on my lips.

"Is that not the most decadent thing ever sweetheart?"

Jacky's arms wrap around my back, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. It falls easily.

I want him to see me. To unwrap me like a gift he already owns.

I hear the catch in his breath as the bikini is revealed.

God, I knew he'd react like that.

"Mother fuck Baby!"

His hands are on me before I can breathe. He lifts me onto the table, grabs cake, his lips crashing into mine, the sweetness smearing across my chest as he covers me in it.

I gasp against his mouth, arching into him, letting him take whatever he wants.

This--this is the moment I've been waiting for.

His fingers slip through the bikini strings like they're nothing. And I let him.

Helpless beneath the weight of it all--his body, the sticky sweetness, the cool air kissing bare skin.

Every sensation is sharper than it should be. I'm not just dessert anymore. I am the moment.

My fingers clutch the edge of the table. My thighs part slightly--inviting.

I don't speak. My body's already begging.

Teeny and Tiny giggle, rushing in. They tug off his jacket, tear his shirt--buttons flying.

"If you want it all sweet girl, unbuckle his belt!"

Tiny's whisper hits my ear like a spark.

I glance at his belt--suddenly breathless. My fingers move before I think, unbuckling the thick leather strap, easing the zipper down slow and deliberate.

Teeny giggles behind me, warm breath on my bare shoulder.

Tiny kisses my neck once more, then slips back with her mother, vanishing like mischievous shadows.

And I'm alone with him again. Just us. The air humming with heat.

His hands dive into the cake again, painting both of my breasts with sticky, decadent sweetness. Down my belly. Along my thighs.

I watch, stunned. Turned on. Barely able to move. His hands return--slow, reverent.

He slides the last of the bikini free, peeling it like wrapping something rare.

Cool air hits where heat just was. I shiver.

The contrast--warmth, chill, softness, stickiness--is enough to drive me mad.

I arch slightly under his touch, gasping as he spreads sweetness over every curve.

It's messy. Sensual.

This isn't about being fed. It's about being devoured.

"YOu wanna have some cake baby girl? Id love for you to eat some off my throbbing cock... and while you are at it"

He stands there now--undressed. Powerful. Expectant.

Watching me like I'm not just dessert, but the whole damn feast.

His eyes are dark with hunger. And something else. Satisfaction. Approval.

"I want to be perfect for you," I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

"I want to taste you."

His eyes flash, hungry and amused. He dips two fingers in the cake and holds them out.

I lean in, slow. Deliberate. Take his fingers between my lips. My tongue swirls, licking the richness from his skin, my eyes locked to his the whole time.

But it's not enough. I scoop a bit of frosting myself, swipe it down the line of his stomach, tracing toward his cock.

It melts slightly against his warm skin. I adjust on the table, lean into him, and follow the path. Licking. Tasting.

Reaching into the cake, I scoop a handful and smear it along the full length of his cock, coating it completely as my hunger grows.

Unable to keep my desire at bay any longer, I guide him to my mouth, savoring the mixed taste of his cock sweetened with chocolate.

My lips slide easily over the icing. Greedily, I lap up all I can, loving the taste and texture of the crumbs.

My pussy pulses, dripping--coated in the same chocolate--and I hope he'll devour me with the same hunger I feel for him.

I moan as I swallow, then go back for more, wanting to clean him completely so I can take him deeper into my throat.

I've never tasted cake from a man before, but fuck--this is a dessert I'll crave forever.

"Ahhh... yes baby girl! That's it, sugar!... Eat that cake!"

His sticky hands slide through my hair, twisting in the strands, holding my head still. He thrusts slowly into my mouth, his hips rocking to spread the pressure. He pulls back, then drives deep again. My throat opens--I gag, trying to breathe.

He slides out and I gasp for air, but I want more.

Slamming my mouth back on him, slippery and wet, icing and saliva everywhere. I take him deep.

"Oh fuck yes baby girl! Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

He can't hold back. His spine shudders, hips jerking. The first shot explodes down my throat. Gagging, and he yanks back. My lips clamp around his head. I swallow what I can, but it's too much. My mouth is full.

He pulls out completely, spurting hot cum across my neck and tits, mixing with the smeared cake and dripping slowly down my chest.

Then he pushes me back on the table, grabbing my ankles, placing my legs on his shoulders.

"My turn, sugar... I need to taste your flavor!"

Jacky's tongue slithers between my pulsing, engorged petals.

"Oh fuck baby... so creamy!"

His hands grip my inner thighs, spreading me wide. His lips roast in my heat, his tongue slathering my slick walls, drinking everything I give him.

Fuck, his thumb tortures my clit while his finger pounds my G-spot.

"Oh yes sugar... moan for Daddy baby... I want your cum all over my face... and then I'm gonna fuck you crazy!"

Hearing the elevator open, Teeny and Tiny giggle toward Julia.

"Mr. Jacky is having Miss Katie for dessert!"

Tiny tells her.

Julia smiles, leaving a trail of clothes as she heads to the table--her neon green bikini still in place. She winks at me, then leans in and whispers something in his ear.

He smiles at her, his tongue still buried in me.

Julia scoops her hands into the cake, leaning over to smear it across my face and lips. Her kiss is hungry--a continuation of our earlier moment--just as naughty and just as desperate.

"I see you are just getting started, Daddy... I think you need to fuck our sweet little thing slow and deep... She need to be filled completely!"

She pulls one of my hands from his hair and places it on her heaving breasts, my fingers painting a chocolate mess on her bikini top.

"I bet you want me to take this off, sugar... You really want to suck my nipples, don't you, sweets!"

She pulls her strings and lets the top fall away, leaning forward and feeding her nipples between my lips.

The taste of Julia's skin mixed with the chocolate on my lips makes my head spin. Her kiss is warm, teasing, open--and I let her deepen it, moaning softly into her mouth. She tastes like cake and trouble, and I want more of both.

My fingers dig into her hips as she leans in, chocolate smearing between us--sticky, decadent, perfect.

"That's it baby girl... OH fuck yes that's it! Take all you want, you naughty little fuck toy!"

"Go ahead baby... cum for Daddy... He wants it so bad!"

She takes my hand from her tits and slides it between her legs. Gasping, her voice trembles

"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck."

She unties her hip bows and guides my fingers down her juicy, engorged slit.

"Put those fingers inside me, baby! Make me cum... I'm so damn ready!"

Jacky's mouth is still on me--his tongue relentless--and I can barely breathe from the pleasure. My back arches against the table, caught between them: Julia's soft body above me, Jacky's hot mouth below.

It's too much--and not enough.

I glance toward him. His eyes meet mine--possessive, proud, ravenous--and heat blooms deep in my belly. My pulse throbs just beneath my skin.

His low groan is all the answer I need.

I slide my fingers inside her slowly, loving the way she gasps, the way her body welcomes me. She clings to me, her mouth finding my neck, and I close my eyes for a second, letting it all wash over me, the warmth, the taste, the wet heat between my legs, and Jacky's steady hands still holding me open like I'm his favorite meal.

But even with Julia writhing above me, all I can think about is him--how badly I want to feel him inside me again. Deep. Full. Claiming me all over again.

I turn my face toward him, eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-bruised and still smeared with chocolate.

"Jacky," I murmur. "Please. I need you... now."

The words slip out--soft, desperate, begging him to satisfy me.

With one slow last long lick, a soft subtle clit suckle, he begins the kissing crawl up my belly, licking cake and sweat from my ribs. The softness of the underside of my delicious perky tits is more than enough to drive his pant!

His lips caress and kiss my nipples, his hands palm them tenderly. His tongue slides up my neck, over my chin and between my lips.

"Fuck little girl... you taste even better than I imagined... cake or no cake! You want my cock sugar? I see no reason to delay giving it to you!"

He presses down on me, belly to belly, spreading my thighs. The head of his cock sliding along my quivering pussy, my petals creamy mixing with his precum! A bit of pressure and the head slips in.

"FUCK!"

Our gasps are erotic and high pitched. His balls tighten, my juicy sleeve is warm and slippery. He slow strokes me, our kissing tongues working lustfully.

"Yes baby girl... you feel amazing!"

The moment he slides into me, everything else falls away--Julia's breathy moans, the scent of cake and sweat and sex, even the table beneath my back.

It's just him. The stretch. The pressure. The way my body opens to take him, like it's been waiting for this exact moment all day.

I cry out, clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he presses deeper--slow, full of intention. Each inch of him claims me in ways words never could.

"Fuuuck," I whisper, head tipping back. "You feel... you feel so--"

But the words scatter. I can't finish. My breath catches with every slow thrust, every sweet drag of him inside me.

My thighs tremble around his waist, locking him closer--needing more. Needing everything.

He leans down, lips brushing mine, still sticky from chocolate and kisses.

I lift my hips to meet him, matching his rhythm--my body greedy and wild now that he's finally inside me.

I've wanted this. Wanted him. The ache in my belly pulses in time with every thrust. The table creaks beneath us. I don't care.

My moans are soft, desperate, spilling freely. I want him to hear what he does to me.

"You make me feel..." I pant, lost, undone. "Jacky, I--"

But again, my words dissolve into another cry as he pushes deeper, hitting something inside me that makes my toes curl.

And then I feel Julia again.

She's still with us, hovering beside the table, flushed and wide-eyed. Her hand takes mine and guides it back between her thighs--still slick, still trembling.

I curl my fingers into her again, instinctively, needing to feel her fall apart the way I am.

She gasps, breath hitching as she rides my hand. Her hips move with their own rhythm, her voice wrecked and breathless.

"God, you two," she moans. "You're the hottest fucking thing..."

Then I feel it--something cool. Julia dips her fingers into the cake again and lazily smears it across my chest, between my breasts, over the spot Jacky's mouth had worshiped moments before.

The contrast is jarring. Cold against my flushed skin. I gasp as sugar mixes with sweat and sensation--electric, messy, perfect.

He thrust slow and deep, filling me with his whole length. His hands twisted in my hair, we are such a slippery delicious mess... nose ton nose, breathing deep, our tongues wrestling nicely!

Our fucking is so erotic

"God you feel amazing sugar... you want my cum baby? You want it deep inside you darling... cuz Im so ready to give it to you baby! I'd love it if you'd cum with me, cum

all over my vibrating cock. I want your orgasm baby!"

Julia is beside us--her hand sliding around his ass, fingers gently caressing his balls as she leans in to whisper in his ear.

Each thrust builds my orgasm, pulling me closer to the edge. My vision blurs. There's nothing but the overwhelming sensation of Jacky claiming me--deep, relentless, perfect.

Another thrust, and I know--I would do anything to make this man happy. Then another, and I'm gone.

"More, please, I need more," the words escape in a ragged breath.

Reaching the limit of my control, I unravel completely. The wave crashes over me--sharp, hot, unstoppable.

I can feel the wet gush of my release surrounding him as he keeps thrusting, merciless and so, so deep.

"Cum with me please, fill me, claim me, I want to be yours, Jacky."

I hope I've passed whatever this is, whatever test I'm in--though I don't even know what comes next. All I know is I need him.

Faster. Harder. My breath is ragged. He's driving me insane.

My hips meet every thrust, my pussy gripping him with wild, desperate rhythm. My orgasm takes me--shaking, writhing, eyes rolling back, nails gouging into his back as I come apart around him.

"OH fuck baby girl... thats it! Mark me... I want that so bad... Fuck... oh fuck yes yes!" It hits hard, he thrust deep and holds, flooding me with pulsing ropes of warm thick cum!

"Fuck yes fuck yes! Oh god!"

Shaking hard inside my juicy quim, his cock throbbing. He delivers every drop, my pussy gripping him off and on. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his ass, noise loud and sloppy, our mix silky and warm!

"Damn sugar! I had a feeling you were going to exceed my expectations!"

"Out of the way old man! I want to suck that cream pie!"

Julia moves Jacky out of the way.

He pecks my lips and slides out of me. Julia is no slouch when it comes to drinking cum from a pussy and she is on me, licking and sucking everything she can, extracting from my pulsing pinkness. I can tell Jacky is enjoying the hell out of watching us. His hands now twisted in my hair and my delicious coos beginning to increase in volume.

Sliding up beside me his lips lock on my nipple. His teeth nibbling at my bumpy diamond hard treat..."Mmm baby girl, you are such a sweet little fuck toy! Cum for us again sugar!

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