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"Tasting my sweet treat..." Zayne could practically hear your grin underneath the dining table as you pulled his soft cock out with gentle hands. 'My fat gummy worm' as you like to put it. "You showered this morning, right? You washed it? It's always sweet for some reason..."

By this time you had already latched your licked lips to his cock, trying to coax some of that sweet tasting pre-cum out of him and make his mini into a monster.

The next time you brought him sweets, Zayne had a minor flashback to cumming down your throat as he while shaking licked off the fork to savor the last of his sweet treat. He pushed that thought aside though, eager to see what you've brought him.

Zayne's body froze. He felt as if he was getting manhandled having his legs pushed apart and his pants tugged down just so his supposedly sweet lover could suck his cock.

"Chocolate covered strawberries? Thank you." That monotone voice, as always, had a silver of greatfulness in the back of it. He grabbed one of the six and bit into it, feeling hard chocolate chunks fall from his chin. Messy. They landed at his pants.

"Oops!" Quickly, your hand shot down to pick up and lick up at the pieces that fell down to his crotch. He immediately gave you a look and you returned a smug grin—a childish one he assumed, as your fingers touched the bulge he always had in his slacks.

"No." His voice came out flat. That was a straight answer AND a direct order.

But with a bit of begging and teasing, here you were, underneath the dining room table with the tip of his throbbing cock getting stimulated by your tongue. He bit another strawberry, one of the last ones, and dragged the juices around your lips as he pushed your head forward slightly.

"Pretty girl... It still tastes sweet, hm?" He looked down to see his pants unbuttoned, tugged down and his baby between his hot thighs sucking at his thick cock. He dragged the strawberry around your lips, your saliva making the flavor drip forward onto the veins of his cock. When pushing your head up slightly, not only can you taste that sweet pre-cum but the strawberry essence he put there for you.

"Which one tastes better, darling? Which would you rather have tucked inside these pretty lips?"

Getting home, you saw Zayne in the kitchen already preparing the sides for your dinner tonight. He had an apron on, tight around his waist. "You brought home the chicken. Is it hot?"

Another day, you stopped by the store to pick something up for dinner and some macaroons caught your eye. Cheap! Macaroons were usually so expensive. Obviously you had to pick them up, buy them and take them to your sugar addict boyfriend.

On the ride home you laughed silently at the thought of your two previous times bringing him sweets. Both times, you drained the cum right out of his balls. How funny would it be if everytime he saw you bringing sweets to him, his dick sat right up for you?

"Oh yeah. Super hot." As you dropped the bags onto the counter, you searched through and pulled out the macaroons you had brought him. "Bought you something."

Zayne's face was immediately suspicious. He backed up against the counter. "Thank you... darling."

Obviously this ended up with you underneath Zayne's apron, once again having your sweet treat while he had his.

Mission successful. Zayne instantly felt a rush of blood flow straight to his cock everytime he saw you bring him any type of sweet. As funny as the situation is, Zayne was far too trained to control himself.

You knew Zayne's work schedule, so you decided to bring him some food for lunch and—guess what? A sweet treat.

Walking into the building wasn't abnormal, other staff knew exactly who you were and where you were headed with the bag. As you finally met Zayne and proposed his lunch to him, he cracked a smile.

"Thank you, pretty. I've been so busy, I forgot to eat this morning. You know, today we—" He was speaking as he opened the bag and saw a sweet treat inside. Just for him.

His cock hurts.