Page 64 of Tangled with the Tight End

“Yes, Sir.” I bite back a giggle and follow behind him.

The muscles in his back ripple with each movement. Damn. He has a nice ass. I’m glad, beyond glad, that he’s not done playing football. I want to watch him play. I want to cheer him on. I want to get so hot and bothered watching him play that I don’t care if he’s covered in sweat when I jump him in a room that still echoes the sounds of a cheering crowd.

I hand him the key, and as soon as the door is unlocked, he swings me into his arms and stops. “You’ve got to promise me when I’m gone and you’re still here that you don’t fall for him.”

The flash of fear in his eyes makes my stomach cramp. “I won’t.” I shake my head and cup his jaw, savoring the feelof stubble brushing against my palm. “I promise. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Good.” He manages to cradle me to his chest with one arm and drops the cupcakes on the counter. “Since the second I smelled all that flour and sugar mixed with you, I’ve wanted to smear you in frosting and make you scream, but I assumed you’d frown on that with people still eating.”

“Yes.” I chuckle and struggle against him, trying to get down. He’s not the only one who has frosting fantasies. Rather than depositing me on my feet, he sits me on the island, lifts the lid to the box, and swipes his finger over a pink frosted cupcake. The frosting covers the tip, nearly dripping it onto my lap.

“Suck this down.”

When I swipe my tongue over his finger, he growls and slides his hand into my hair, slightly tugging on it and forcing my mouth to open wider. “That’s my good girl.”

Oh, my God. I suck down the frosting and stare into his eyes. The way he looks at me is indescribable. It’s everything.

And then, his mouth is on me as he slips his tongue past my lips and strokes mine. He hums in pleasure, which sends an electric current straight to my pulsating clit. His other hand cups my face as he deepens the kiss. My whispers join his hums of pleasure, and I nearly come undone with just a kiss and nothing more.

But it’s not enough. I wrap my leg around his waist, drawing him tight to my core, and rock against the hard steel in his pants. I was not going to give this guy a chance? What is wrong with me?

His hands stroke over my body and dip under my sweater, lifting it up and out of the way. It takes little prodding from him to convince me to remove it and discard my bra.

His eyes are dark as he studies me. “You’re beautiful. Your eyes are glowing. Your cheeks are pink.” He shakes his head.“And that mouth…. Perfection.” He licks his lips, grabs a cupcake from the box and grins. “I think it’s time I put these to good use.”

My mouth hangs open as he smears frosting on my tight, swollen nipples and feasts on them. I shove my chest into his face and shudder. More. I want more. His tongue bathes me and then sucks me into his mouth. With each flick of his tongue on my tits, the walls of my sex convulse.

He pulls back and caresses my chest, smearing what frosting remained. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re delusional. I’m not perfect.”

His eyes narrow into slits. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re perfect.” He hauls my ass over the edge of the counter, hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my leggings and panties, and yanks them down as I kick at my boots and socks. He’s delusional, but I’m not going to piss him off. He might leave in a snit, and this is the most erotic experience I’ve ever had.

“Be a good girl for me and spread your legs apart. I want to see what I do to you.” My face flames, but I follow his direction. His dilated pupils show his approval. “Not enough.”

He lifts each leg and props them on the counter, leaving me fully exposed. He leers. “Now, that’s better. Your pretty pink pussy on full display for me.” He swipes his fingertips along my seam, dancing in the gathered nectar. I moan and arch toward his touch. “Not so fast, baby. Not so fast. I want you begging and screaming for me.”

I pant in desperation as he spreads my lips apart. “So wet and swollen.”

“Please.” I whimper, not even recognizing my own voice.

“This is my perfect pussy.” He tips my chin up and stares into my eyes. “Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“No….” He shakes his head. “Say it.”

“Yes, it’s your perfect pussy.”

“Good girl.” He smiles in satisfaction and thrusts a finger into my heat.

“Yes.” Tears spring to my eyes.

“So beautiful.” He inserts another finger and works in and out of my sex. The sound of my slick heat sucking him fills the room.

“I love the feel of your pussy wrapped around my fingers. Sucking and squeezing against me. Begging for more. Begging for my cock. Do you like me playing with your pussy?”

“God, yes. Please, don’t stop.” My entire body shakes as the first quiver shoots through me.

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