Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
The posh bungalow glowed softly in the dim light of New Year's Eve, the fireplace crackling and casting warm shadows across the huge stone wall. He had brought her here for a private celebration, just the two of them. She wore a cozy black long silk dress that hugged her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin with every step. He looked sharp in his cozy black three-piece suit, the jacket unbuttoned to show his strong chest underneath.
They settled on the plush rug by the fire, sipping wine and chatting softly as the night deepened. Then, with a sly smile, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned carrying a massive New Year's cake..layers of rich chocolate and cream, topped with sparkling edible stars. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Oh, it's beautiful! Let's cut it,' she said, excitement bubbling in her voice.
He shook his head, his gaze turning hungry. 'No, we're not using a knife tonight.' Before she could ask what he meant, he pulled her to her feet, his hands firm on her waist. With a quick tug, he lifted the hem of her long silk dress, bunching it up around her thighs. She gasped as he guided her over the cake on the low table, lowering her down until she splashed onto it. The soft frosting squished between her legs, cool and sticky against her bare skin under the dress. Her panties were already damp from the thrill, and now the cake smeared messily across her inner thighs, right up to her pussy.
'That's the surprise,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. He scooped a handful of the creamy cake from between her legs, the frosting mixed with her warmth, and brought it to her lips. She parted her mouth, licking it slowly, tasting the sweet chocolate mingled with her own arousal. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on his as heat built between them.
He couldn't wait anymore. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the cake and threw her onto the cozy sofa nearby, the cushions sinking under her weight. The silk dress rode up, exposing her soaked panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down her legs, tossing them aside. Spreading her thighs wide, he dove in, his tongue flat against her pussy folds. He licked her slowly at first, savoring the mix of cake residue and her slick juices, then faster, lapping at her clit until she moaned and arched her back. His fingers joined in, sliding two inside her tight heat, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp.
She was dripping now, her body trembling as he fingered her deeper, his mouth sucking on her swollen lips. 'Fuck, you taste so good,' he growled against her skin. But he needed more. Standing up, he unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one go. She cried out, her walls clenching around him as he started pounding into her, the sofa creaking with each rough stroke. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him, fucking her with deep, relentless thrusts that made her breasts bounce under the silk.
The clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, the fire's warmth making their skin slick with sweat. As the chimes began to ring twelve, he pulled out just long enough to scoop her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. His cock stayed buried inside her, pulsing as he carried her to the kitchen. He set her on the cool marble slab of the counter, her ass perched on the edge, and spread her legs wider. Gently at first, he pushed his dick back in, rocking his hips slow and deep, letting her feel every inch stretch her.
From the counter nearby, he grabbed a bunch of green grapes, plump and juicy. He placed one on the curve of her neck, leaning in to bite it hard, his teeth grazing her skin as the fruit burst in his mouth, juice dripping down her collarbone. She shivered, her pussy tightening around him. The next grape he pressed to her lips; she sucked it in, but he stole it with a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling as he bit down, the sweetness exploding between them.
He trailed lower, slipping the next grape between her cleavage, right where her dress gaped open. Biting it there, he nipped at the soft flesh of her breasts, making her whimper. More grapes followed—rubbing one over her hard nipples, circling the peaks until they glistened with juice, then sucking the fruit off while pinching the sensitive buds. He kept going, pressing grapes along her belly to her navel, fucking her harder now, his thrusts turning brutal as he devoured each one, his mouth hot and demanding on her skin.
The champagne bottle waited, chilled and ready. With a pop, he burst it open, the fizz echoing the midnight cheers outside. He poured the cold bubbly over her nipples, watching it cascade down her heaving boobs, bubbling over her curves. She gasped at the chill, her body arching into him. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, the champagne mixing with her taste as he drank from her. His cock slammed deeper, faster, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
'Fuck, I'm gonna cum,' he groaned, his rhythm frantic. She clawed at his back, her own orgasm crashing over her, walls fluttering around his thick shaft. He buried himself deep one last time, flushing his hot cum inside her, filling her up as pulses of pleasure ripped through him.
Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he grinned, still buried deep. 'Happy New Year, babe.'
They settled on the plush rug by the fire, sipping wine and chatting softly as the night deepened. Then, with a sly smile, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned carrying a massive New Year's cake..layers of rich chocolate and cream, topped with sparkling edible stars. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Oh, it's beautiful! Let's cut it,' she said, excitement bubbling in her voice.
He shook his head, his gaze turning hungry. 'No, we're not using a knife tonight.' Before she could ask what he meant, he pulled her to her feet, his hands firm on her waist. With a quick tug, he lifted the hem of her long silk dress, bunching it up around her thighs. She gasped as he guided her over the cake on the low table, lowering her down until she splashed onto it. The soft frosting squished between her legs, cool and sticky against her bare skin under the dress. Her panties were already damp from the thrill, and now the cake smeared messily across her inner thighs, right up to her pussy.
'That's the surprise,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. He scooped a handful of the creamy cake from between her legs, the frosting mixed with her warmth, and brought it to her lips. She parted her mouth, licking it slowly, tasting the sweet chocolate mingled with her own arousal. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on his as heat built between them.
He couldn't wait anymore. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the cake and threw her onto the cozy sofa nearby, the cushions sinking under her weight. The silk dress rode up, exposing her soaked panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down her legs, tossing them aside. Spreading her thighs wide, he dove in, his tongue flat against her pussy folds. He licked her slowly at first, savoring the mix of cake residue and her slick juices, then faster, lapping at her clit until she moaned and arched her back. His fingers joined in, sliding two inside her tight heat, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp.
She was dripping now, her body trembling as he fingered her deeper, his mouth sucking on her swollen lips. 'Fuck, you taste so good,' he growled against her skin. But he needed more. Standing up, he unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one go. She cried out, her walls clenching around him as he started pounding into her, the sofa creaking with each rough stroke. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him, fucking her with deep, relentless thrusts that made her breasts bounce under the silk.
The clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, the fire's warmth making their skin slick with sweat. As the chimes began to ring twelve, he pulled out just long enough to scoop her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. His cock stayed buried inside her, pulsing as he carried her to the kitchen. He set her on the cool marble slab of the counter, her ass perched on the edge, and spread her legs wider. Gently at first, he pushed his dick back in, rocking his hips slow and deep, letting her feel every inch stretch her.
From the counter nearby, he grabbed a bunch of green grapes, plump and juicy. He placed one on the curve of her neck, leaning in to bite it hard, his teeth grazing her skin as the fruit burst in his mouth, juice dripping down her collarbone. She shivered, her pussy tightening around him. The next grape he pressed to her lips; she sucked it in, but he stole it with a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling as he bit down, the sweetness exploding between them.
He trailed lower, slipping the next grape between her cleavage, right where her dress gaped open. Biting it there, he nipped at the soft flesh of her breasts, making her whimper. More grapes followed—rubbing one over her hard nipples, circling the peaks until they glistened with juice, then sucking the fruit off while pinching the sensitive buds. He kept going, pressing grapes along her belly to her navel, fucking her harder now, his thrusts turning brutal as he devoured each one, his mouth hot and demanding on her skin.
The champagne bottle waited, chilled and ready. With a pop, he burst it open, the fizz echoing the midnight cheers outside. He poured the cold bubbly over her nipples, watching it cascade down her heaving boobs, bubbling over her curves. She gasped at the chill, her body arching into him. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, the champagne mixing with her taste as he drank from her. His cock slammed deeper, faster, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
'Fuck, I'm gonna cum,' he groaned, his rhythm frantic. She clawed at his back, her own orgasm crashing over her, walls fluttering around his thick shaft. He buried himself deep one last time, flushing his hot cum inside her, filling her up as pulses of pleasure ripped through him.
Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he grinned, still buried deep. 'Happy New Year, babe.'