Page 26 of The Rescue

I nod, unable to find the words to speak. He slips his hard cock inside me and we both let out satisfied moans, he gives me a second to melt around him and adjust to his size. But he’s too impatient, and he pulls out slams back into me, picking up the pace.

“Fuck you feel amazing, mo beag. So tight” He groans in my ear.

He bites down on my neck as he slams deeper and deeper into me.

I wish this was real.

“Harder, fuck me harder.” I beg him.

He pushes harder into me and I let out a little whimper. “I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy.”

Just when I picture that he’s going to come, my orgasm rips through me and it’s so intense I let my head fall back and let go of all the tension I’d been holding in. I’m seeing stars as I ride out my orgasm, I bite down on my lip to stop myself from being too loud. I’m above a cafe full of people, I would die if someone heard me.

That felt so good, too good. My body has that light and airy feeling after an orgasm, I feel sated, and dreamy. The shower head was satisfying, but only a temporary relief. I won’t be long before I know I’ll be too eager for the real deal.

I hop out of the shower, and start getting ready for the day. I pick out my usual denim shorts, large sweatshirt and cowboy boots. I apply winged eyeliner to my eyes, and some tinted blush to my cheeks, and a little dab on my lips.

I scoff down the bowl of yummy granola that Rabbie left out for me. Just standing here in his flat, surrounded by his things has me pining to see him. When I’m finished I quickly washthe bowl and spoon, and lay them on the drying rack. I rush downstairs, excited to see him.

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Rabbie

By the time Crystal comes downstairs,I’m rushed off my feet with the busy morning service, and I don’t have time to chat to her. When I’m working in the kitchen, I like to listen to music, it keeps me focused on the task at hand. She smiles at me whilst she heads through the kitchen, but she must see the stress on my face and leaves me to the orders I have to make.

I’m really enjoying being the new owner of Sweet Treats, but I never expected to be this busy. I think soon enough I will have to hire an extra baker to help me in the kitchen. That’ll be a hard obstacle for me to overcome because one; I find it hard asking for help, and two; I love being in here on my own, baking is my therapy. It’s what I do when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m stressed. If I didn’t find baking at a younger age, I don’t know what I’d be doing now. Probably in some miserable dead end job. I can truly get lost in baking, and I love how Sweet Treatskeeps me busy. I don’t have time to stop and think, and before I know it, it’s nearly time to finish.

It’s Sunday today, and I close at midday on a Sunday. Sundays are important to me, because that’s the day I go over to my Nan’s house and have dinner with her. I know we live in the same small town, but I rarely get to see her these days. I finish off cleaning and shutting down the kitchen and head out the front to see if Nellie and David need any help.

“You don’t do it like that, you eejit!” Nellie tells David.

I witness Nellie trying to show David how to fold napkins as if he’s a little child. I laugh to myself because they are the same age, but Nellie acts as if she’s the much older and wiser sister.

“Shut up, Nellie. I know how to fold a bloody napkin.” David huffs.

I rush over to deescalate the situation before it turns out into a heated twin debate that I know is about to ensue.

“Guys, why don’t you knock off early. You’ve both been putting in the extra hours recently.”

Nellie looks at me as if I’ve just fired her, and David looks at me like he’s won the lottery.

“What about the napkins?” Nellie frowns at me.

“They will be here tomorrow, besides you’ve already got over a thousand pre folded so we will be okay for a while. Go on, you both deserve an early mark. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay you till the end of the day. Think of it as a bonus.”

“Thanks, Boss. Come on Nell.” David grabs his sister’s hand and leads her out the back.

Nellie looks back at me in shock, but I wave at her, and she relaxes a little and gives me a half-hearted wave back. I watch them disappear out the back door of the cafe. I turn around to find Crystal still working away in the corner, she has headphones in today and looks like she’s in the zone. I pour her a glass of water, and head over to the table. She must sense mecoming because her moss green eyes dart up to me as I approach the table. A zing of energy zaps through me as her playful cat-shaped eyes smile at me.

“I thought you might be thirsty”

“WHAT?” She yells, as she takes her headphones out.

“Here, I brought you a glass of water.”

I hand her the glass of water, and she looks from me to the glass as if I’ve done something wrong, I start to retreat away in my mind.

“Is there something wrong?” I ask, nervously.

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