Page 199 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“More room for cupcakes.” I took a bite, savoring the savory, meaty goodness. “Amazing. Ma’s recipe?”
“Yes. I figured after having an emotional day, with your family stomping all over your boundaries, you’d like some comfort food.” He took a bite of mashed potatoes and gravy.
That man.
“Thank you.” Oooh, did the green beans havebaconin them?
We finished our dinner, and since he cooked, I did the dishes.
“You can have a cupcake. I’ll have one in a moment,” I told him as I loaded the dishwasher.
Clark hopped up on the counter next to the box. He got one and took a bite.
His eyes closed and the look on his face made me want to do something to cause him that much bliss.
Throwing a detergent pod in, I started the dishwasher.
“Are they that good?” I teased as I stood in front of him as he sat on the counter.
A bit of white frosting was on his lip. Leaning in, I licked it off. It was good frosting, not too sweet.
“Mmmm, more, please.” Clark pulled me to him. He kissed me long and deep. Then he took another bite, getting frostingallover his face.
“So messy.” I kissed the frosting off his face. Grabbing one, I took a bite. Oh, these were good. I looked at him in time to see that look on his face again.
Hmmm.
I unzipped his pants.
“Sweetness, what are you doing?” Clark gave me a smoldering look as his scent grew sweet with arousal.
“I want you to look at me the way you look at the cupcake.” I took his cock out and felt it harden in my hand. Taking my cupcake, I smeared some of the frosting on his dick. “Whoops. I’m going to have to clean that up.”
Getting down on my knees on the kitchen tile, I swirled my tongue around the frosting on his cock.
“Gwen.” He sucked in a breath and made a cute face.
Not the face I wanted. Why I was jealous of a cupcake, I didn’t know. But it had been one hell of a day.
I traced the tip and shaft with my tongue, trying to get all the frosting. Every once in a while, I glanced up at him.
Nope. Not quite.
“That feels so good, Gweny,” he sighed, tangling one hand in my hair. Not in a controlling way, more as if grounding him.
The tip of my tongue teased his piercing, taunting the little balls and my hand reached up for some larger ones, caressing their undersides softly. Before my eyes, I watched his knot inflate.
“What a good alpha you are for me,” I murmured, running a finger over his knot.
“I’ll always be good,” Clark gasped as I took him into my mouth. “Fuuuck.”
Oh, there was that look. Satisfied I could please him as much as a cupcake, I bobbed up and down his hard length, sucking and teasing it.
“I’m going to come. There’s a towel on the counter if you don’t want to swallow,” he gasped.
No. I planned on sucking all his cum down. Maybe he’d even call me agood girl.Why did I like it so much when he said that?
The salty cum, which tasted a little of his hay and sunshine, shot down into my throat and I swallowed, his hand entangling in mine. For a moment I laid my head on his thigh.
