Page 78 of Tempt Me

“No.” She smiles. “I came up with that one on my own.”

She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me until my knees are ready to give out while pumping my cock in her small hand. Her fingers dance and tug at the bars, taking me closer and then lightening her touch until my muscles are so tight I’m about to scream.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” I suck in a gasp as a shudder racks through my body. Her eyes dance with pleasure and power.

“That’s better.” She yanks my pants down to my thighs, turns on her heels, and displays her perfect ass to me with her elbows on the chair seat. “Fill me with that hard cock. Take me. Show me how much you love me.”

“I can’t. Your tattoo.”

She glares at me over her shoulder. “Now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” In one thrust, I’m balls deep inside of her, fucking her like I’m possessed. Her gasps and whimpers fill the room as she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Your tight pussy looks so beautiful, taking every inch of me.” I slap her ass. “Squeezing and tugging on those bars. Begging to milk my cock.” Each sentence comes out in ragged pants as I fight for control. “Such a tight little cunt sucking me off.”

“Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.” She crashes into an orgasm so strong that I’m unable to move in and out of her as the pressure of her walls clamping down on me is so intense.

“Fuck!” She convulses, and the pressure of her pussy against me relaxes for a second, giving me the room to move.

My balls ache as they bounce against her pussy. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. The words are lodged in my throat as I grunt and spasm inside of her. Squirt after squirt of cum shoots out of my dick as I lunge further inside of her, forcing my cum to stay inside her pussy.

She slumps with her face against the chair. “That was amazing.”

“Babe.” I swat her ass. But this time, she’s too exhausted to flinch. “You’re perfect.”

After I slip from inside of her, I cradle her in my arms, being careful to avoid pressure on her tattoo and settle on the chair. “But you’re a rotten minx.”

“Too bad.” She brushes her thumb over my jaw. “I want to see your drawings in an exhibit. You’re that good.”

“Thank you.” I bite my bottom lip to keep from getting emotional. Her support means more than anything to me. “I’ll do it. For you.”

“Good.” She winks. “Now, give me those piercings so I can start healing up. Because sex with you keeps getting better.”

I grab her chin and glare. “You won’t have anything else to compare it to, ever again. Understood?”

She smirks. “I suppose if I must.”

My woman is a brat. “Be careful, darlin’, you don’t want me to have to sign my name on both your breasts, your mouth,and every other body part to ensure nothing of mine gets touched or seen.”

“Don’t tempt me.” She laces her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

A Few Weeks Later

Bella

“This place is amazing.” I spin in the middle of Chloe’s Bakery as Mira dusts the glass countertop near the cash register.

“It is, isn’t it?” Her face is flushed with pride and excitement, making me even happier for her.

Dominic’s mom has sacrificed so much to take care of her sons and to give them everything they needed, and seeing her take charge of her life and do something for herself for once makes me proud.

“Yes, it is.” I brace my hands on my hips. And I’ve gotten to be a part of it.

“Mom?”

“Yes?” Mira looks toward the doorway leading to the kitchen. The original Chloe’s Bakery in Kansas City is a mirror image of this one. Glassed-in bakery cases that will be laden with goodies on Monday and bright colors decorate the space in the room, giving it a fresh, fun vibe.

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