Page 148 of Sweet Hate
Swiping a finger through the cupcake frosting I drag it in a slow circle around her nipple, then repeat it all over again, with the same torturous pace to the other one before leaning back to observe my handiwork. Her mouthwatering curves glow in the soft bakery lighting, the white frosting a stark contrast to her sun-kissed skin.
She looks up at me, feigning innocence, when deep down, this woman can lead me into temptation without so much as a word—and I want to spend a lifetime worshiping at her altar.
Finally, I allow myself to lean down and lick the frosting from her nipples, my tongue toying with their hardened peaks, before trailing off to explore the side of her warm neck. Closing my teeth around her pulse point, I bite, then gently suck. She’s going to kill me, but I’m addicted to leaving my marks on her everywhere, showing the world she’s mine as much as I’m hers.
“Mmmmm so sweet.”
“I thought you might want to help me christen my new bakery?”
My girl is going to be the death of me.
“Hell yes, we're going to christen your bakery…”
Her eyes flare wide with desire, and my hands flex with the need to grab her and bury my aching cock home where he belongs.
“And then we’re going to do it all over again in my apartment…” I tilt her chin up, our eyes locking as I tug her bottom lip between my teeth for a brief second.
“Because Sprinks, every time you’re in this bakery, the firstthing you’re going to think about is this moment, when I finally bury my cock deep inside you, taking whats mine,here, where we first met all those years ago. And every time I’m in my apartment, I want the walls to echo with the screams that spill from your lips, from the moment I claim you all over again on my bed.”
My words rip from my lips, so raw, unfiltered. She senses it too. I see the awareness creep into her vision. Shit, I’ve said too much, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting even an inch of doubt seep into her mind.
Not now.
You’re not getting away from me this time.
Crashing my lips to hers in a blistering kiss, I pull back, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Do you need me, little one?”
Her gaze clouds with desire once more, as she lifts her hips off the counter, silently begging for more.
“Yes, Daddy. I need you.Please.”
With that one word, I come undone. My hand tugs at the little scrap of lace she’s wearing, and I rip it off. She gasps as I bring her panties to my nose, our eyes locked the whole time.
“Daddy can’t wait to devour this pussy. It smells so sweet.”
Her whimper of need spurs me into action as I shove the panties in my pocket and get to work on my girl.
I pull her to the edge of the counter, kissing my way up her legs while I lift them over my shoulders—unable to resist savoring the temptation of her body—before I settle myself at the apex of her trembling thighs.
“Baby girl, you’re dripping for me.”
A guttural groan rips from my chest the second my tongue drags up her slit and her flavor explodes on my tongue. Her whimpers turn to gasps while she sinks her hands into my hair, locking me to her core.
Gripping her hips tight, I plunge my tongue in and out of herbefore toying with her clit and circling back while she grinds herself on my face.
She’s so wet and ready for me that I slide two fingers inside her easily. Her tight pussy is clenching so hard on them that my cock surges dangerously.
I’m desperate to lose myself deep inside her and never find my way out.
Her grip on my hair tightens as she sighs my name on a breathy moan, so uniquely hers. She knows exactly who’s making her feel this way.
The only one who’ll ever be able to make her feel this way.
Because she is mine.
I need to hear these sounds forever.
