Page 114 of The Blind Date

“Are you sure you’re not just all hot and bothered from the show earlier?” I teased, curling an arm around his neck while my other hand played with the collar of his shirt.

I loved my man in a shirt.

“All I could think about was how much I would love to spread Nutella and whipped cream over your sexy little body and lick it off.”

My body came alive with a flush. “I’d like that.”

“Too bad I don’t have any Nutella with me right now.” He shot me a wicked grin. “I guess I’ll just have to get creative.”

“Creative?” The question came out in a pant, and my legs automatically spread when he moved to step closer to me.

His lips tipped higher at the corners, and I watched as he reached into his back pocket. My eyes widened in surprise when he produced a shot glass. Instead of drinking it or offering it to me, he tipped the glass over to drip some vodka on my thigh.

“What are you doing?” I whimpered.

Cedric shot me a wicked grin but didn’t answer until he spread my legs, dipped his head between them and ran his wet tongue up my inner thigh, following the trail of vodka. When he had cleaned it up, he did the same to my other thigh, leaving me a wet, quivering mess and desperate for more.

“How bad do you want me, darling?” He asked in a low, gravelly tone and slipped his fingers under the band of my panties, pulling them down my legs. My dress was left pushed up at my hips, leaving me bare-assed on the counter.

I forgot to breathe for a second when he slipped my panties into his back pocket and pushed his jeans and boxers down to free his cock. He left them at his knees and unbuttoned his shirt.

“So bad,” I whimpered and spread my legs even further, even propping one heeled foot up on the counter.

He groaned lowly as my hands wandered over his bare chest, and he gripped my outer thigh with one hand to bring me closer to the edge of the counter, and closer to his hard cock which leaked pre-come for me.

Cedric tipped the little that remained of the vodka shot into my mouth, and his tongue followed for a taste at the same time he lined his cock up with my entrance. With how worked up I was, I couldn’t stop myself from coming as soon as he entered me, but a few thrusts in, and I could already feel my second orgasm building.

“Fuck, darling,” Cedric swore into my mouth, one hand gripping my hip to keep me in place while he fucked me and the other teasing my hardened nipple through my dress. “Did you just come from me entering you?”

“I couldn’t help it,” I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut as he did dirty, sinful things to my body. “You feel so amazing inside me right now, and you were teasing me so much earlier.”

“Is that so, darling?”

“Yes,” I cried out at one particularly hard thrust where his cock brushed up against the front wall of my pussy in the way I loved so much. “Just like that, Cedric. That feels amazing.”

“That show turned you on just as much as it turned me on, didn’t it, darling?” Cedric grunted in my ear as he pounded my pussy. “You’re so wet.”

“I wasn’t turned on until I saw you,” I admitted. “Seeing you so hot and bothered, and then dancing with you, and then you told me that you loved me, that was too much. How can you expect a girl not to get turned on after all that?”

His lips curled into a slow smirk, and I hated how much I loved it.

“I do love you, Saffron,” he whispered in my ear, his hand dropping from pinching my nipples to grabbing my hand and entwining our fingers. Even while he fucked me with no compassion, his touch was soft and tender as he raised our joined hands and dropped a kiss on the back of it. “I know it’s early, but I’ve been wanting to tell you that all week. I really wanted to tell you yesterday after the show, but then we had to run out of there, and I didn’t want to tell you in front of the tube station with a bunch of strangers watching us.”

“You can make up for it by telling me again.”

“I just did.”

“A girl never gets tired of hearing it.”

His lips curved up. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Cedric.”

“Now, you’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, darling?” He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth, raking his teeth over my bottom lip and sucking on it. “You’re going to come on my cock again, aren’t you?”

His words triggered something inside me, and my pussy clenched tightly around his cock. It pulsed and throbbed as he picked up the pace and fucked me harder–as if he knew that I was close to coming on his cock again.

“Yes,” I whimpered and clung to him tighter as my orgasm overcame me.

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