6. Ron #3
This was how I died. Or embarrassed the hell out of myself.
Just the sight of her kneeling in front of me, naked and blushing while the taste of her sweet pussy lingered on my tongue, could get me off.
I was on a hair-trigger. A stiff breeze could take me out in that moment.
I watched, completely captivated by her, as she dipped her fingers into the cream and her free hand moved to touch me.
Her palm felt cool and delicately soft against my shaft.
“You’re big. I mean, I figured or assumed you would be, but…
this is… wow.” Her eyes moved to my length as her hand started to shuttle up and down my shaft.
“You licked your lips this morning when you had a little cream on the edge, and I wanted to lick it off you,” she admitted, and I groaned.
My toes curled against the cool tiled floor in her kitchen.
“Evie,” I growled, and my sweet little temptress, my very own siren made of sugar and spice and everything delectably nice simply smiled up at me.
“I kept thinking about it through the day, licking cream off you. What you would taste like. How you would feel in my hand.” There was no doubt in my mind she knew the very power she possessed over me at that moment.
Her other hand brought the cream-covered digits to the thick mottled crown of my cock and smeared the delicious thick white goo over it.
“This is so much better than what I could have imagined. And here we are, making it real.”
Fucking hell, she was great at dirty talk. Innocent and alluring. Filthy.
“Can I lick it off, Ronnie?” she asked innocently. I nodded, my hands fisted at my sides.
She was teasing me.
Poking the bear inside of me, trying to get a rise out of me, or more of one, waiting for me to lose control. And I had no doubt my sexy little baker knew exactly what she was doing.
“Evelyn,” I tried to warn, but she smiled up at me without fear or worry. No, her gaze never left mine. Especially not when her pretty mouth opened wide, her pretty, pink tongue came out, and I lost sight of her.
It was me who had lost the unspoken game of chicken we’d found ourselves in.
My eyes shut as the sensations washed through me.
Her lips wrapped around me. The warm wetness of her lips felt like a shot of whiskey.
Velvety smooth, the effect immediate. My body grew taut, and a rough sound emanated through me as she hummed and moaned around my cock.
That little wicked tongue of hers swiped and rolled around my girth.
It was like heaven and hell all at the same time.
“Fuck,” I cursed and pried my eyes open just in time to see her pull away. A line of saliva connected the tip of my dick to her mouth, and I shit you not, precum flowed out of me. “Lick me, baby girl,” I growled. “Lick me like you mean it.” She bit her bottom lip, but my girl didn’t argue.
No sassy words. She simply leaned forward and did as she was told. Her submission went straight to my head, and when I felt her tongue on my shaft again, licking the cream right off my cock, I was in heaven, trying my damnedest not to come all over her face.
Swipe after swipe, Evelyn cleaned up the mess she’d made on my dick. It was going to make my brain explode. The mix of the cold vanilla whipped cream danced with the warm heat of her mouth, building a hurricane of need deep inside my groin.
My balls tightened.
Heavy with a load I only wanted to drop inside of her curvy body. And it wasn’t her perfect little mouth. I would, down the road. Hell, there wouldn’t be a place I wouldn’t cover her body with my seed as time went on. But for our first time, I wanted it deep inside her tight, little snatch.
The moment she’d licked all the cream up, I pulled her up under her arms, and she yelped. When I set her on the edge of the table, she looked at me like she didn’t know what I wanted to do next.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked. I shook my head. Her eyes dropped to my cock. I was stroking it, holding it tight to try and take the edge off.
“No, Evie. You were doing it too fucking well,” I growled. “I need more, and this is where you tell me to stop, and I will.”
“No.” She shook her head, her hands finding their way to the sides of my face. “Please. I need you,” she panted, opening her legs wider for my big body to fit better.
“You need me to fill this pretty, little pussy, baby girl?” My fingers moved between us, finding their way between her slit and teasing her clit. A groan escaped me as I felt how wet she was. Practically dripping. “My girl liked going down on me, didn’t she?”
“Yes,” she panted, grinding against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper inside of her.
“Such a greedy girl.” I grinned. My free hand dove into the hair at the back of her head, holding it tightly, tugging her head back so I could look into the dark eyes I saw every night I went to bed. “You want me to fill this little pussy?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Please,” she cried. I felt like a fucking caveman ready to pound on his chest.
“You don’t have to beg, baby. You’re going to get this cock,” I promised.
I took my fingers away. She might have whimpered, but she looked up at me, her eyes so full of heady need to get what her body craved.
I stroked my cock between her soft petals, wetting the tip with her dewy essence.
“But you need to know something first.” My chest rose and fell heavily.
“Ronnie,” she whined, but I tugged at her hair again, loving the way her lips formed the perfect O for me.
“I take you right here, right now, there is no turning back. Good or bad, you’re stuck with me, cupcake.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“You don’t know me?—“
“I know you,” she challenged. I didn’t know if she was fearless or stupidly careless, though I had a feeling it was the first.
“I don’t do this, Evelyn. I don’t call off work to stay and take care of some random hot patient.”
“You think I’m hot?” My brows narrowed.
“You’re fucking breathtaking, Evelyn. This is where we would have ended up eventually, and as fucked up as that accident was in trashing your bakery, which we will get fixed up as soon as possible, I’m fucking glad it happened.
It lit the fire I needed under my ass to take us here.
To get you where I wanted you from the moment you told me off after I asked you to keep me company when the cake was messed up. ”
“I thought you were engaged,” she whined, my cock slipping and sliding against her folds, teasing the two of us.
I had no idea how the hell I had the strength to keep the conversation with how good she felt, so wet and slick, but deep down inside, that part of me that had been asleep since losing Sara that had come awake with Evie knew this was important.
This was needed if I wanted to make sure, without a shadow of a doubt, she knew this wasn’t a fling or something casual. To me, as I looked at her dark eyes piercing right through to my soul, I knew she was my end game.
She was the one for me.
And fuck, as crazy as it sounded, I could have bet my fucking 401K that Sara had somehow helped in us finding one another.