Page 33 of Cherry's Jubilee

Cherry

“I thought you said you were going to be on a call?” I ask Daniel the moment he comes out of his home office. It’s been six days since we celebrated my dad’s birthday, and despite the tense beginning, it turned out to be a nice time with my family.

I’ve missed my dad, and this tension with my mother means I don’t see him as much. The truth is, I’ve missed my mother too. When she’s not kissing her family’s butts, she’s a great mom.

“Is this an inquisition?” Daniel asks as he sidesteps me.

“I had my ear pressed to your office door, and I didn’t hear a peep,” I say. “And your minions just dropped off a bunch of stuff in the kitchen. I was told not to touch anything.”

He ignores me, and I follow him to the kitchen. He pulls out contents from the brown paper bags and lays them on the counter.

“That’s because I told them not to let you touch it. And my office is soundproof, you nosy, little thing.” He comes around the counter, puts his hands on my waist, lifts me, and sets me on the kitchen island. “I have a surprise for you. I’m going to cook.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Watch this.”

He plants a loud kiss on the side of my neck before he grabs a skillet, puts it on the stove, and turns on the burner.

I cross my arms and watch as he dumps pre-packaged and pre-measured ingredients into the hot skillet. Then he dumps cherries in the mixture.

“Can you put vanilla ice cream in those big bowls for me, please?” he asks several minutes later while he swirls the skillet around. He lifts me from the island, and I do as he asks.

He grabs a bottle of cherry liqueur, and a flame erupts.

“Fancy!” I exclaim.

“Yeah. After my meeting, I watched about seven YouTube videos so I can make this for you.”

I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss the middle of his back. “My hero.”

He puts the sauce over the ice cream and hands me my bowl, but he feeds me a spoonful from his own plate first.

“Cherries jubilee,” he says, and I take a bite. The sweetness of the ice cream and the tanginess of the cherries are a good combination.

“Delicious,” I say. “I’ve never had this before.” I usually avoid all cherry flavored things, but this is one I’ll have to have again.

He finishes his first, then snatches my bowl and eats my last bite. I jump on his back and try to take him in a headlock, but he only laughs and pulls me off. He takes the skillet and puts the rest of the cherry mixture in a small bowl, then lifts me off my feet and runs to his bedroom where he drops me on the bed. After putting the bowl down, he grabs my legs and pulls down my shorts along with my underwear.

“Mr. Jubilee,” I say, pretending to be outraged.

After tossing my shorts aside, he pulls my plain tee over my head. I have no bra on, and my breasts spring free. His eyes light up at the sight and he licks his lips.

I watch as he strips naked and dives on top of me. He kisses the side of my neck as I wrap my legs around him and enjoy the feel of his weight on my body. I slide my fingers down his back and one of his large hands cups my breast.

Then he rolls off and grabs the bowl, placing cherries from my chest down to my pubic bone, and eats his way down. He spreads my legs apart and drips the cherry juice on top of my pussy.

“Oooh,” I moan when his tongue hits my clit and he licks the juice.

Something cold lands between my thighs, and I realize it’s ice cream. He licks it, and the jolt of his tongue sends a shiver down my body. Suddenly, he flips us over, and I end up on top of him. He hands the bowl to me.

I copy his actions and put cherries down his body until I get to his dick and take it to the back of my throat.

“Shit,” he says as I swallow him again. “I’m so glad I went to that party,” he moans.

“Me too,” I say when I pull his dick from my mouth. “So happy.”

“I love you.”

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