Page 93 of Bleed the Shadows
He shoved it into my mouth with a grin.
“I told you my cake was good,” I said with my mouth full.
He pulled me to the edge of the island and I wrapped my legs around his hips as his tongue dove between my lips. Now we both tasted like cherries and almonds, and the combination ofBram’s raw energy and the sweet cake did wicked things to my body.
I pressed my cunt into his cock, hard as stone, and he groaned, then reached for the hem of my sweatshirt.
I did the same and for a minute we tried to get each other’s shirts off without breaking the kiss. We broke away laughing and gasping and Bram lifted my sweatshirt over my head.
He groaned when he saw that I still had on a T-shirt. “Too many clothes.”
He pulled that off too, then undid my bra and bent his head hungrily to one of my tits.
I gasped and leaned back on the counter, closing my eyes as the heat of his mouth enveloped my erect nipple. He sucked hard enough to make me cry out but only because I wanted more.
It took me a minute to remember I hadn’t gotten his shirt off and I forced myself to pull it together enough to tug it off.
He pulled back just long enough for me to get rid of it, then took my other tit in his mouth while he rubbed at my pussy through my jeans.
“Oh my god…” Dry humping Bram’s hand in the kitchen was enough to make me come, but I’d waited so long for this moment, I wasn’t about to let it end too soon.
I tried to remove his hand. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“Good,” he said around a mouthful of my tit.
“I don’t want it to end,” I gasped as he pinched my nipple.
“It’s never going to end.” I didn’t know if he was talking about the fucking or about something else, but right then, I was pretty happy to settle for the fucking. “And I can promise you it won’t be the last time you come tonight.
He kissed his way down my stomach and tugged at the waistband of my leggings. “Lift your ass.”
I obeyed and he tugged off my leggings and underwear.
He threw them onto the floor and pushed my thighs open wide, his gaze locked on my exposed pussy.
“Fuck me, your pussy is perfect.” He ran his fingers through my folds, practically dripping with desire, and I leaned back with a moan, the granite counter cold under my forearms.
He reached past me for the cake, took a handful, and smeared it on my pussy.
I barely had time to be shocked before he lowered his head with a growl and started eating.
I moaned long and low. I had to close my eyes as the ecstasy washed over me. It didn’t leave room for anything else.
He buried his face in my cunt, his tongue dipping into my channel, cleaning the cake off my pussy. And if I’d thought his tongue felt good inside me, I was completely unprepared for his ravenous attention on my clit.
His tongue was everywhere, flicking and lapping, teasing until I reached between my legs to grab his hair, holding his head in place while he burrowed into my cunt.
I moved my hips with the movement of his tongue, my legs spread wide on the counter, my orgasm roaring to the surface at the sight of his dark head between my thighs.
I cried out when he shoved his fingers roughly inside me. It hurt just enough to make me wetter and I pushed down on his hand, wanting more.
He lifted his head. “Christ, you taste good, Maeve.”
“It’s the cake,” I gasped.
“It’s not the fucking cake,” he growled. “It’s this sweet little pussy you’ve been keeping from me.”
We both watched him finger fuck me, his fingers disappearing inside my pussy. I gasped when he added his thumb on my clit, and I moved faster, reaching for the release bubbling to the surface of my skin.
