Page 69 of Cinnamon Strudel
“Mmhmm…”
She yelped, swept up into his arms. Her shoulders pressing against the cool tile, as he lined himself up and gently eased in. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Fuck, I’m going to blow so fast.” Teeth scraping over her jaw, he claimed her pussy slow and steady. “Play with your clit.”
She fed a hand between them, slowly circling her clit as his teeth nipped at her earlobe. Shoved up against the wall, she gave herself to him. Once he was fully seated, he paused, slowly rolling his hips to allow her to adjust.
“Gentle or rough, darlin’?”
“Rough,” she panted.
His hot breath mixed with the water drops running down her neck. He was slow in withdrawing his hips, fingertips burying themselves in her ass. When he slammed back into her, the sound of their bodies crashing together pushed a moan right from her lungs, raising goosebumps across her skin. She stroked her clit to the pace of his hips, toes tingling and curling as he grunted into her ear.
Her skin was on fire, lungs burning for oxygen as desperately as she craved her release. She let herself fall into his arms, relishing in his need to use her as much as he wanted to please her.
“Your cunt feels so good around my cock,” he husked, breathless and desperate—just how she liked it. “Too good,” he gritted, then she felt empty, his cock missing as he cursed himself out. She’d barely wrapped her mind around what was happening when he set her back on the floor and fell to his knees. “Legs on my shoulders.”
“W-what?”
But his mouth sealed around her clit and sucked—hard. His command finally settled, and she lifted her legs to his shoulders. He buried his head between her thighs, his fingers plunging into her pussy. Tongue flicking and fingers curling she was hurtled to her climax, thighs nearly crushing his skull when she crashedover the edge. Once she relaxed, he guided her into his lap, small kisses spoiling her jaw.
“I clearly have to work on my stamina.”
She could only lazily grin in response, nails scraping over his scalp. He leaned his head against hers, tenderly squeezing her waist and letting the moment soak in.
Ruby
Days turned into weeks, and she and Morgan only grew closer with each passing minute. They’d both been drowning in work, with her picking up extra shifts to afford her Germany trip. By February, Morgan had even more on his plate after taking on a new project at work.
The day before Valentine’s Day, however, was exceptionally rough. The restaurant had been flooded with couples trying to escape the Valentine’s crowd by going a day early, and it seemed they were all forgetting that she worked for tips. It was easy for her to overlook someone being rude, but only when they left an adequate enough tip to make up for it. By the end of her shift, she couldn’t help but feel degraded and discouraged.
Not even Morgan’s warm, loving embrace could shake off the bad mood. “How was your day, darlin’?” he asked innocently.
“Horrific.”
He tightened his arms around her and placed a kiss on her hair. “What can I do to help? Do you need me to listen? Or doyou need me to wrap you in a fluffy blanket, retreat to a safe distance, and throw snacks at you?”
“Listen.”
“I can do that.”
He gave her space to get out of her shoes and into her fluffy slippers. “Do you want my advice or just give you an open ear?”
“Open ear please.”
“Of course. Come sit and look pretty while I cook dinner.” Morgan lifted her to the kitchen counter and poured her a glass of wine. “I’m all yours.”
Nursing the glass of wine, she spilled all the rude comments and bad attitudes she’d endured throughout the day. Unable to stop herself, she went on about her financial frustration, venting that she’d only picked up the shift to afford her flights, and that it truly hadn’t been worth it. “I guess it was all just too much for one day.”
“It does sound like a tough day.”
“And I’ll have to do it all over again tomorrow, with more happy couples celebrating their love by berating others.” She paused to accept the kiss that he pressed to her cheek before returning to his salad assembly. “Thank you for listening and not trying to fix it.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“It’s your turn now. How was your day?”
