Page 66 of Blueberry Cake
“Oh, you’ll be so fucking tight,” he groaned. She peered over her shoulder, the sight of Boyd stroking his cock almost too much to bear. Then she felt the pressure of a third finger. “I’ll come so fast and fill you up good. I’ve been waiting all week to fuck you.”
Though she desperately wanted to watch, the vibrations increased once more and her vision grew blurry. Boyd slowly stretched her, giving her enough pleasure to distract from the discomfort, but not enough to make her come. She knew he wanted to feel that aroundhim,not just the toy.
With sucking kisses spreading over her neck, his cockhead met her entrance once more. “Shh, you’re doing so well,” he hushed, his voice thick with desire.
She focused on the buzz against her clit as he claimed inch by inch. He took her slow, his breathing heavy as he fought to restrain his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groaned and let out a long breath. “I’m going to come.”
“I want that.”
Boyd gripped her love handles hard enough to bruise, slamming his hips into hers. The vibrations intensified again and this time it catapulted her over the edge. Her walls squeezed, pulling Boyd over the edge with her. Her lungs emptied in a cry as she felt her pussy fill with his cum, tingling all the way down to her toes. Only Boyd’s arm kept her upright. With shaky breaths, he pulled out, turned thetoy off, and gently lowered her to the mattress.
“You are everything,” he softly praised and kissed her cheek. “Now relax and let me clean you.”
Still panting, she rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes. Boyd’s mouth sealed over her pussy, tongue swirling his release out of her and drawing out her orgasm. Even once he was finished and ran his fingertips up her spine, she could still feel the satisfaction of her climax.
“What does my queen need to recharge her energy after such a long day?”
“A long, hot bath with myfiancémight do the trick.”
“Of course, lay here and I’ll start filling the tub.”
“You’ve had a long day too,” she protested, but Boyd had already covered her with a blanket.
She closed her eyes, only opening them again when Boyd scooped her off the bed and carried her to thebathroom bridal-style. Not only had he filled the tub, but a woodsy scent wafted up from the water, and lit candles littered the bathroom.
“Thank you,” she whispered with a kiss to his cheek. “You are so much more than I ever dreamed of calling mine.”
Boyd flushed, adoration warming his deep eyes. “That means everything to me.”
She insisted on setting the ring aside before getting in the water, terrified it would slip off and get lost.
“I have something rather unromantic I would like to talk about,” Boyd admitted after a while.
“And what’s that?”
“When I asked for your father’s permission, he made me promise to always take care of you. And if one day I fell out of love with you, he asked for me to return you to him and your mother safe and sound.” He nuzzled his nose behind her ear. “It made me think of a way I could make sure I did that, no matter what happened between us.”
“Have you found a solution?”
“A prenup. One that makes sure you are taken care of even if my heart ever changes.”
“So everything is laid out in front of us?”
“Yes. I don’t want to think about divorcing you before even being able to call you my wife, but…”
“Life happens.”
“Unfortunately.”
A thought crossed her mind, and she giggled to herself. “It’s like car insurance. No one wants to think about getting into an accident, but they still get it just in case.”
“And here I was, terrified to bring this up to you.”
“I think preparing for the worst while working for the best is always the wisest choice.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. “I have no clue about prenups, but I’m sure we’ll figure this out together, just like everything else.”
“I love you to the moon and back, Queenie Bardot.”
