4. Angry Little Cupcake
Angry Little Cupcake
Asher
A few days have gone by and the three of us have been inseparable. There has been no sign of Jake, which is fine by me, but that’s probably because we’re on Winter Break, so he’s not due back for another couple of days. Riley had to work, so she didn’t go home to her family, which we came to find out that she has none. Her parents left her at the church, or that’s what she’s been told. She grew up in foster care, seemingly never getting adopted and having an actual family. I hope one day I can give her all the things she missed out on as a kid.
The sound of the suite door slamming shut takes me out of my thoughts. I look up and my eyes immediately meet Rileys' and she huffs.
“Hey lazy, wanna give me a hand?” She chides and I laugh getting off the couch and walking over to her, grabbing a few of the grocery bags from her hands.
“Why didn’t you call me, Cupcake? We could’ve gone shopping together.” I ask, placing a kiss on her frozen cheeks. I place the bags on the table and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Did you walk to the store? You’re freezing, baby.” I say, kissing down the side of her neck.
“I took the bus home. Can we put the groceries away and start dinner before you get me all hot and bothered?” she asks, spinning in my arms and kissing my lips.
“Mmm, no. I’d rather do this. Fuck the groceries. And from now on, if you need a ride, fucking call me.” I say, kissing down her throat while unzipping her jacket. She’s in your typical movie theater attendant attire-a white button-down shirt with a red vest. She smells of popcorn and butter. I undo the three buttons on her vest and she presses her hand against my chest, pushing me away.
“As much as I want you to strip me naked and have you do wicked things to my body, we need to get dinner ready before Peyton gets home.” She says, and I huff.
“I will order Chinese food for all I care. I’ve missed you, Cupcake and I need a taste, baby.” I beg and she laughs, biting my bottom lip, causing me to groan and press my hard cock against her stomach.
“That’s not all, Hotshot.” She says as she runs her nails down my bare chest and into my pants, grabbing a hold of my cock and running her thumb over the tip.
“Mmm, now you’re teasing me, baby.” I whisper against her lips. Her grip tightens as she slowly strokes my length.
“I have my period. So I can only please you.” She states, and I laugh as she narrows her eyes at me.
“You think a little blood is going to scare me away?” I ask and she nods, stroking me faster as I throw my head back in pleasure, which only eggs her on. I bring my head back to meet her gaze and lean in to growl against her sweet lips.
“You’re going to make me cum, Cupcake. As much as I love the feeling of your hand on my cock, I want to cum down that tight little throat of yours. Will you get on your knees and gag on it for me?” I ask as her eyes light up with anticipation. She slides down onto her knees, taking me out of my sweats and wrapping that warm mouth around my cock, sucking me down her tight little throat.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” is all I manage to say as she bobs on my cock, gagging every time my head taps the back of her throat. Fuck, she feels so good.
Gripping her hair, I shove her face down and she puts her hands on my thighs, trying to push me away. I don’t let up until her eyes glaze over and the drool starts running down the sides of her perfect mouth. Fuck yes.
“Take it, Cupcake. Choke on it. I want to feel your throat tighten as you do. Come on, baby, give it to me so I can fill that fucking mouth.” I command as I apply more pressure. I feel that familiar tingle up my spine as my balls lift and I spill my load down her tightening throat, causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I growl, finally letting her up. Her eyes collide with mine as she pulls her mouth off my cock and rises from the floor. She grabs my face, squeezes my cheeks, and spits my own cum into my mouth.
“Fucking dickhead, I could’ve died if you hadn’t let me up for air!” She spits venomously and I visibly swallow. I’ve never seen her this angry. I go to grab for her, but she pushes me away.
“Put the fucking groceries away. I’m going to take a shower. Fucking asshole,” she yells, then mumbles that last part. What the fuck. Why is she so mad? It's not the first time I gagged her and made her choke. Was it the words I said? Or did I hold her down longer than I should’ve? I don’t know. I was all up in the moment. She should’ve fucking pulled on my nuts or something. I can't read minds when she has her mouth wrapped around my cock. Like, what the fuck? I throw my hands in the air, dumbfounded about what just fucking happened. I put all the groceries away and wait for her to return.
I wait all of five minutes before I’m barging through her room and into the bathroom. Ripping my sweats off, I climb into the shower and she spins on me with anger riddled all over her face. I grip her by the throat and press her against the wall.
“I may have held you down a little too long, but I know when you’ve had enough. I bet you even fucking liked it.” I growl and she shakes her head.
“Bullshit. I bet this sweet little pussy is drenched.” I say, sliding my free hand down her stomach and in between her milky thighs.
“Ahhh, like I said, fucking soaked for me.” I mock and her eyes widen. I lift one of her legs up over my hip and release her throat to slide my cock into her tight little cunt. She moans deep in her chest as I thrust in and out of her.
“See, Cupcake. You fucking loved choking on my stick!” I laugh and her eyes narrow again. I grip her hips, sliding my hand down and wrapping her other leg around my waist, walking us out of the shower and into her bedroom.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but the only thing you're allowed to do, is fucking sing for me. I don’t want to hear anything else.” I say, slamming her ass onto the dresser as I pull all the way out, looking at how her blood coats my aching cock. Fuck, she’s amazing.
I thrust back into her and she clenches around me as she whimpers for more. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, biting down on the hardened peak as she tightens around me again.
“So. Fucking. Tight. Cupcake.” I groan, thrusting in and out of her with long deep strokes. She throws her head back against her mirror, panting as I bring my thumb to her clit, circling it.
“Fuck, Asher. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She screams as her pussy flutters around my cock, soaking it with her release. I pull out and smear her blood along her sensitive clit.
“Such a good girl.” I praise as I spill my load for the second time on her little nub. Rubbing our juices together, I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it clean.
“So sweet, my little cupcake.” I say, kissing her forehead.
“You’re disgusting. You know that, right?” She says, pushing against my chest.
“Only for you, babe. Now, let's go get cleaned and plug you up so we can have some fun with Peyton when she gets home.” I suggest, and she nods.
“I like that plan, Hotshot. Let’s do it.” She says as I lift her sexy ass from the dresser and walk us back into her bathroom. I’m not sure if I can keep my dick to myself while watching her soap up her sexy body, but here goes nothing.