Page 8 of Designing with the Mountain Man
Twice, they pushed off the opening, unable to open without enough stock for customers. But they pushed through and finally opened a few days ago.
Since then, breads and cookies have been flying off the shelves and Marlowe became swarmed with cake orders. Not that I’m surprised, her portfolio impressive even to the best cake decorator.
With my work slamming me left and right with jobs, I’ve helped her as much as I could and took the day of the grand opening off so I could be there with her to cut the ribbon.
Tonight was our first free night together in a week and I told Marlowe to dress up nice and be ready by seven. As a celebration of the opening of the bakery, I treated her to a delicious steak dinner at a swanky restaurant and after our meal, we enjoyed an amazing chocolate mousse cake for dessert.
But what I really wanted was to get her in my bed. Naked.
I walked her into the house and as soon as the door closed behind me, I was on her, my mouth attached to the sensitive sweet spot on her neck as she pawed at my t-shirt, somehow managing to get it off.
Slipping off my jeans and boxers, I tossed them to the side and undressed her, peeling off one layer at a time, until she was naked in my arms. My hard cock dripped with precum, and I stroked the shaft a few times, my thumb rubbing over the head and dragging the wetness down.
Marlowe dropped to her knees, and one hand stroked my cock as the other guided me inside her sweet, hot mouth. Shesucked and licked and stroked, losing herself in the action and heat of passion, her own arousal growing as she squirmed at my feet, desperate for friction.
I held her head in my hands and fucked her mouth hard, as she took it all in like a good girl.
As the start of my orgasm ran through me, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and wiggled my finger, beckoning her to stand. She did, and I wrapped my large frame around her smaller one, my hard dick resting between us.
Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lifted her up and into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. Using all my strength, I spun us around so her back was against the wall and I lifted her up high, her pussy now lined up directly with my mouth. While she rested her legs on my shoulders and with her back against the wall, her hands in my hair, I buried my face between her legs and ate her pussy out like it I was a starved man.
Marlowe tasted even sweeter than I remembered, which only spurred me on more. I loved eating her pussy and watching her fall apart in front of me. Bringing her to an orgasm again and again as her legs shook and squeezed my head on both sides. I kept her lifted up high as I ate her out, my tongue slipping into her ass a few times.
It was dirty and hot and fucking amazing.
After she came twice, I slid her down my body and rested her pussy directly above my waiting dick. With one movement, I sunk myself into her tantalizing soft walls, the contractions from her orgasms causing her pussy to squeeze around my dick. I groaned, the feeling unlike anything else I’d ever felt before. “Fuck, Mar, you feel so fucking good.”
“Mmmm…” Marlowe moaned as her eyes slipped shut, her arms threaded around my neck. I used my upper body strength to keep her held up in my arms as I fucked her until my armscouldn’t take anymore. I walked us into the living room and lifted her off my cock, setting her down gently on her feet.
“Turn around and face the couch, baby.” I said and watched as she spun around, her sweet ass now directly in my face. I grabbed her by the hips as she leaned forward onto all fours on the couch and brought her ass cheeks to my dick. I slid between the crack, up and down, and teasing her holes, until finally I put her out of her misery and slid deep inside. “Damn, baby, you’re so wet and tight for me.” I groaned as I filled her completely, my cock balls deep and buried inside her hot pussy.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.” Marlowe said as I watched her ass cheeks bounce with every thrust of my dick.
“Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”
“I mean it. Fuck. Me. Hard.”
I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her, her little screams sending me over the edge.
We both fell apart at the same time, our orgasms mixing together into one powerful storm we couldn’t control. I cried out in pleasure while Marlowe could barely contain her screams, as we fell onto the couch, a pile of sweaty naked limbs.
Later that night, we bathed in my jacuzzi tub, bubbles spilling over the sides as they rose higher and higher. I massaged her feet, and she washed my back.
And as she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I realized then I was finally at peace. With my lady by my side, I could accomplish anything.
CHAPTER SIX
Marlowe
“One last flowerhere and she’s done!” I threw down my pastry bag of frosting and dusted my hands off. I took a moment to admire my work, something I always did now, after Steeler made me realize I was pretty damn talented. Not only did I love decorating cakes, but I also enjoyed coming up with different ideas and experimenting with new tools and tricks to use.
Today, I finished a 3D horse cake for a nine-year old’s birthday. Since posting on social media about the bakery, and making videos of cakes I’ve done and the mural I painted, the orders came pouring in. Genevieve did her best with keeping up with all the baking while I jumped in as backup. We offered fresh pastries every day so there was plenty of baking to do overnight as we learned to adjust our recipes based on customer wants and demands.
We discussed eventually hiring another baker and cake decorator and I toyed with the idea of hiring a pastry chef, someone to handle all the classic pastries, and possibly custom boxes for customers to purchase.
And while we have yet to offer muffins as good as the bakery in Appleridge, I knew we’d get there, eventually. Genevieve could make scones as well, a future option we could add to the menu.
“Holy shit, does it neigh like a horse, too?” Genevieve exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen and took in the size of the cake I finished.
