Page 101 of Tiers of Joy

I squeal when he goes to move around the bed towards me. I climb onto the bed. Gaige moves quick and grabs both my ankles, making me land on the bed. He climbs over me.

“Hand over your weapon.” He orders.

“No.” I answer and bite my lip to stop me from laughing.

“I bet I can make you drop it.” He threatens.

“Try all you like.” I breathe.

He leans in, kissing me softly, teasingly. I whimper. He stops, smiles, and stands up, removing his clothes. I hold onto the piping bag tight, wondering if I could squeeze some of this frosting onto his delectable body so I could lick it off again.

He reaches forward and starts removing my clothes. I barely move, still keeping guard with my piping bag. I’m afraid that if I give in and place the bag down he will stop. I do not want him to stop.

He trails kisses along my leg and up the inside of my thigh. I moan as his mouth gets closer and closer.

Then he stops. I spring my eyes open.

“Gaige!” I growl.

“Give up the piping bag beautiful and I promise I won’t stop again.” He bargains.

I don’t even think twice, I hand over the piping bag.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“I’m not stupid, do continue.” I gesture.

He smiles, squeezes some of the frosting into his mouth, and hums in approval.

“Delicious.”

I watch as he spreads my thighs apart. He then takes the piping bag and puts some frosting on my centre. I suck in a breath at the coldness. He doesn’t give me much time to think about it before his mouth is on my clit, licking off every drop of the frosting.

“Oh fuck Gaige!” I moan.

He moans.

“Fucking divine.”

He continues to lick me and every last drop of frosting. I can feel my orgasm starting to build.

“Gaige, fuck! I’m close.” I moan.

He stops and quickly moves over me and places himself at my entrance.

“Gaige.” I beg.

He glides all the way to the hilt. He pauses and I start trying to move my hips, desperate for friction.

“Gaige please.” I moan.

He smiles and starts moving. I tilt my hips up to meet his thrust. It doesn’t take me long; my orgasm hits.

“Oh god!” I scream.

Gaige continues, his pace not slowing or stopping.

“Come again for me beautiful.” He demands circling his thumb over my clit.

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