Page 102 of Walkoff Wedding

“I’m thinking about adding it to the menu and making it a permanent item.” Her voice is filled with excitement, and my chest tightens.

I love seeing her face light up like this. Seeing her excited and happy. The bakery being a source of joy again for her.

“Without a doubt, baby. But…” I trail off, dragging the pad of my finger through the creamy icing and then bringing it to her mouth and tracing it along her plump bottom lip. “I think I’m going to need another taste. You know, as the official taste tester.”

Her light brow arches, a look of desire flickering her eyes. “Or maybe… I need to test it out. To be sure it’s the perfect flavor.”

My heart rackets in my chest.

She slides out of my lap until she’s kneeling on the hardwood between my legs, staring up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Using her free hand, she glides her hand up my thigh and curves her palm over my already hard cock, causing me to suck in an audible hiss.

Her fingers tighten around my erection, squeezing me through the thin fabric of my gym shorts, and a groan vibrates from my chest. Her fingers slide higher and higher until they’re dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and briefs, brushing over my bare skin.

“Can I… taste you?” she murmurs, holding my gaze steadily.

I can’t believe she’s asking me if she can suck my cock, as if there would ever be a world where I told her no.

Fucking Christ.

I’ve never seen her so brazen, never so confident in her movements, and I’m so fucking hard that I might actually come in my pants if she keeps touching me.

“Fuck, baby, you never have to ask me that. Literally, ever. Do whatever you want to me.”

Her teeth graze her bottom teeth as she nods, a smirk curling her lip up. She looks like a goddamn dream kneeling at my feet, anticipation flickering in her pale irises.

Addie tugs at my shorts while I lift my hips, helping her work them along with my briefs down until my cock bobs free. Her eyes drop to it, and she licks her lips as if she’s hungry for it.

Her fingers brush along my cock, spreading the bead of precum seeping from the slit all over the head. A languid exploration that has my entire body taut, my muscles coiling as I attempt to hold on to the small thread of restraint I have left.

It feels too fucking good with her touching me.

My fingers dig into the arm of the couch as she continues her exploration and closes her soft, silky fist around me, pumping once. It’s gentle, hesitant almost as she peers up at me through her lashes. “Is this okay…?”

Nodding, I close my fist over hers and squeeze, showing her that she’s not going to hurt me. I drop my hand and bring it back to the couch so she can continue. Her gaze drops back to my cock, and I swear to god I almost come with what happens next.

She takes the half-eaten beignet and trails the remainder of strawberry icing down my dick until it’s covering it from head to base.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m fighting a losing fucking battle.

After she places the rest onto the floor, she leans forward and trails her tongue along the sugary path, all the way to the head of my cock, then wraps her pouty lips around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

“Fuck,” I grunt roughly, my knuckles turning white with how tightly I’m gripping the arm of the couch, desperate to wrap my fist in her long, silky hair. If I was standing, she’d bring me to my knees right now, in the literal sense.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The sight of my wife on her knees, licking strawberry icing off of my cock like it’s a lollipop, will forever be burned into my memory. I’ll never be able to eat anything strawberry again without vividly remembering this moment.

I’ll dream about it until I fucking die.

I fight to keep my eyes open so I can watch her, the pleasure almost becoming too much, but fuck, I want to see her.

I want to watch those plump little lips circling my cock as it slides in between them. I want to watch as her eyes widen when she slides down further, gagging slightly at how deep she takes me down her throat.

Pulling back, she runs her tongue along the sensitive ridge underneath the head, tasting, teasing me until I feel like I’m going to explode, licking my cock completely clean of icing.

“Baby…” I swallow, attempting to breathe as she continues to lap at the head of my cock, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. “I’m about to come. Like any fucking second.”

I grit the words through clenched teeth, and when I feel the base of my spine beginning to tingle, I reach down and pull her mouth off my cock. As much as I want to paint her throat with my cum, I want to be inside her, making her come with my cock instead.

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