Page 101 of The Vows We Keep
I gasp and involuntarily press back against his denim-covered erection.
“So fucking wet. I love it. Keep rolling but hold onto the counter for a sec.”
Niro drops to his knees behind me and tugs the stool away from the cupboards a little. The squeal that escapes me surprises me. And then Niro’s tongue is all up my personal places. Between his licks and sucks and mumbles about how good I taste, my knees start to shake.
“I hope you’re rolling that dough,” he says when he comes up for air.
“I can barely remain standing,” I reply.
Niro chuckles and returns to his task, which now includes using his finger deep within me.
I can’t think. Can’t move. I’m scared of falling off the stool, and I’m scared of losing the orgasm that’s edging closer. “Niro,” I gasp as I come.
No sooner is it over than Niro stands, frees his cock from his jeans, and covers it in a condom. “Roll. The. Dough.”
I grab the rolling pin and do as he says while he inches inside me. It takes a moment to find the right spot on the stool, micro adjustments as I widen my stance without falling off. And as soon as his cock breaches my lips, I know I’m going right back to the place I was a few minutes ago, chasing the glorious edge he always seems to take me to.
“Like this,” Niro says, placing his hands over mine on the rolling pin like he doesn’t have me impaled on his cock. His hips move slowly, in time to the motion of the rolling. Moving deeper in as we roll forward, inching out as we roll back. The tension between us winds so tight, I fear I might snap.
There is nowhere for me to move. My stomach is pressed up against the counter. Niro pushes the rolling pin out of the way and grabs a bowl filled with a sweet mixture. “Sugar and cinnamon,” he says, his voice filled with need. “Sprinkle it evenly. I’ll slap your ass if you don’t.”
I do my best to spread it evenly, although it’s hard to think when Niro’s fingers start digging into my hips. “Please,” I beg.
“Not until the cinnamon rolls are ready to put into the oven.”
“That feels like too many steps away.” My last word comes out on a gasp.
“If your greedy cunt wants another orgasm, you better roll that dough lengthways into a log. And remember your safe word issodium.”
My hands shake. His strokes are growing longer. A fast slide in, a slow slide out. I do my best to do as he says.
“Now get the knife. I know you’re good with them,” he says.
“Niro, please,” I beg as I try to move my hips.
“Mmm. You feel so good, Cat. Love the way your cunt squeezes me. Now cut the fucking dough and put us both out of our misery.”
I do as he says. They’re uneven, so unlike my usual knife skills. But who has the time to get a ruler to measure out thickness when their boyfriend’s dick is buried deep inside them?
I slam the knife down. “Now they’re done. Please.”
“Good fucking girl,” he growls. He grips my hips and slides me to the left of the neat rolls. Then he pushes me chest down into the spilled sugar, cinnamon, and flour. My toes barely touch the stool. Niro’s hand fists my hair, holding my cheek to the cold marble, which turns me on even more. I try to find something to grab hold of, but there’s nothing.
“Best pussy I ever fucked.” Niro grunts as his thrusts speed up. “Want you to show me how much you want my cock, Cat. Squeeze me. Milk me dry. Let me see that face of yours when you come all over me and coat me with your cream.”
I can’t turn my head, just look up at him. He looks wild. And so fucking hot, I can barely stand it. So, I do as he instructs. I keep my eyes on him as he finally sends me over.
Again.
This time it feels as though my whole body detonates. “Colton,” I gasp.
“Ah, fuck, I feel it.” He grips handfuls of my ass and pummels into me as he leans his torso back so he can watch. A hand slips beneath the T-shirt, raising it. “Love seeing my name on your skin.”
I can’t catch my breath as I ride out my orgasm. My knees shake.
“Your cunt wants this as much as I do. Fuck.” He stiffens, and I feel his cock throb inside me as he comes. “So…fucking…good.”
Finally, he releases my ass and slumps down over me. His lips are tender as they brush my shoulder, my neck, and finally my lips. Then he pulls out of me, steps back a little, and helps me stand and turn on the stool to face him. He boosts me onto the cool counter and caresses my cheeks gently.
