Page 49 of Lemon Cake

Gemma cried desperately, and needing a fast release just as much as he did, he let the toy buzz faster and worked his length harder.

“You could come over and over while my dick muffles your screams.” His hips pitched forward, his cock growing impatient. “You would fall apart while you suck my cum.”

He leaked like a faucet now–and Gemma seemed to like that idea, her breaths quickening into intoxicating little pants.

“Will you swallow for me again?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Fuck, you’re going to feel so good,” he grunted. The muscles in his thighs twitched and his pace grew erratic. He needed her to come first, so he gave it her all and listened as she reached her climax, her high-pitched criesand her covers rustling as she grinded herself into the pillow echoing through the speaker. “I’m coming,” he warned.

“Please,” she begged. Knowing how she loved seeing his cum, Rider leaned into the release he’d been craving all night.

The knot in his belly unravelled. His hand shook, but he tried to keep his phone steady on his cock, nice and close so she could see every drop. “You like that, don’t you?” he grunted. “Seeing my cum?”

“Yes!” she panted, the sounds of her orgasm music to his ears.

“Fuck, it’s all yours.”

She breathed heavily, shutting the toy off and seemingly throwing it aside, if thethumpthat Rider heard was any indication.

“I love listening to you.”

“I love watching you.”

He chuckled, stroking himself to the point of oversensitivity, before turning off the camera. “Will you tell me what we’ll be doing tomorrow?” he asked, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“No, but I do have a plan B in case you don’t like it.”

“Maybe we can do both?”

“Wait and see.”

“Don’t question yourself. I’ll enjoy whatever you have planned because it’s time with you.”

Gemma sighed into another yawn. “We’ll see.”

“Now, get some rest, baby.” He blew her a kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Rider.”

Rider

The next morning, Gemma was already waiting when Rider pulled up to her complex. The only instruction’s she’d given him were on what to wear—and now he understood why. Her dress matched his shirt. Her hair was neatly styled and her earrings matched her bracelet and necklace.

“Such a gorgeous woman,” he complimented as she hopped onto the passenger’s seat.

“Well, I had to match the handsome man I’ll be out with.”

“You sure know how to make a guy blush.”

Gemma laughed and he followed her instructions to the Buffalo Bayou Park. He became more curious with each passing minute, trying to remember if there were any events happening that day. After parking, he walked around and helped her to her feet.

“Do I get to know where you’re taking me now?”

“You will, once I figure it out for myself,” she laughed, looking down at her phone. She guided him through the park, periodically checking her screen. “I was scrollingthrough my phone and saw an ad for something that I thought seemed fun: a blind date photoshoot. I thought it sounded cute so I booked us one, though it’s more of a get out of your comfort zone than a meet and greet.”

“So that’s why you made us dress cute as hell.”

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