Love comes to everyone | George Harrison (COMPLETE)

Part 18 - Sweet

And though I really love fucking him, I cannot sacrifice my dinner for him. I love food. And by this time, I knew he did too.

I quickly get dressed into my top and pyjamas and run to the kitchen.

We didn't have much at home except for some brocolli, pasta, an egg and some chocolate syrup.

"Oh wow, are ye cooking something?"

George asks, sauntering over to me, wearing only his shirt and boxers.

I could feel his gaze lingering on me for a while.

It felt good since it made me feel beautiful, loved, desired and attractive.

I wanted him to ogle at me for a little longer as I drain the pasta water but seemingly he was quicker.

He comes and stands close behind me, but doesn't touch me until I look at him from my shoulders.

He brings his lips to my lips and awards me with nothing much but a quick peck when I wanted it to be long and endearing and instead reaches out for the bottle of chocolate syrup.

I roll my eyes at him and proceed to eye my sauteing brocolli when I feel his tongue running over my bare skin.

I almost yelp at the sensation, but didn't complain and went on to tilt my head sideways, giving him access to lick me better.

I feel his hand approaching my throbbing arousal, when all of a sudden, his mouth leaves my neck and he flips me over with a low purr.

He just kept scanning my body, as if thinking of ways to exploit it to the best of his potential, before eventually looking directly into my eyes and a wild lopsided smirk emerges on his lips, almost out of nowhere.

He kisses me again, this time, just the way I wanted him to kiss me, intensely and desperately and pushes me flat on the platform.

Before he does anything, I pointed at the burning gas.

I rented this house.

He turns the stove off and once asking if there were anymore obstacles his way from devouring me, he yanks my damping panties off my legs and sends it flying somehwere across his head.

I never lose his gaze, not even for once.

He opens the lid of the bottle and squeezing a little amount of the dense syrup into his finger, brings it over his mouth and gives it a wet lick.

I couldn't refrain a small whine as he pops the finger out from his mouth, with a pop sound and looks down at me like I was his meal.

He squeezes some more of the syrup into his fingers and bringing his free hand over one of my inner thighs, separates the lips of my pussy with his thumb and pushes the syrup soaked fingers inside my pussy.

"Ohhh.. oh my..."

I moan out, feeling completely stretched out by his long, fat fingers and as my walls clench tight against his digits, he starts moving his fingers inside me.

My eyes roll back into my head and countless small whimpers of his name spill out of my mouth as he pumps his fingers harder into me, smearing the dense liquid everywhere in and out my blossoming flower.

I thrust my hips instinctively in the air, as his fingertips brush against my g-spot and realizing I was close to my arrival, he replaces his fingers with his mouth.

He quickly gets into action and slathering more of the syrup on my clit, starts lapping at my juices, diluted with the said lubricant to form a thick, homogeneous solution.

My moans clearly get louder and higher as the movements of his mouth over my pussy gets more and more ferocious.

My hands find it's way over his head and wandering my fingers through his hair, guide his head up and down around.

The pleasurable feeling in the pit of my stomach, grew.

I found myself shivering along with every swipe of his tongue, giving me sensation in parts of my body, I didn't even know existed until now.

"Fuck George!"

I cry, signaling my end.

He tows both of his hands under my butt cheeks and grabbing my butt, flicks his tongue faster and moves his mouth quicker on my womanhood and helping me prolong my orgasm for a few extra seconds, I explode viciously into his mouth.

A huge wave of pleasure rides out of my body as he growls and licks me clean, leaving completely no trace of all the mess I just created.

As I concentrate on catching my breath, he peeks up from my legs and wipes the stains off his mouth.

"All this food and.. no mouths to eat it.."

He chuckles running his hands over my thighs.

"I hadn't eaten anything yet.."

I quip, raising my brows at him cockily.

"Yet.."

He parrots, removing his hands from my thighs and forcing me down on my knees, pulls out his swollen cock.

"Now suck."

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*a/n

I included this one as from next chapter it's going to be straight up drama.

And sorry for removing this book for a while. I was feeling a little down.

Peace and love!!
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