Page 22 of Baking with Bryan

“I love you.” He pushes in, and I gasp as my pain and pleasure points explode. It’s a tight fit. I move my legs up, making more room.

Feeding me all of his cock, he fills up every inch available. Every stroke sets off nerve endings I hadn’t realized I possessed. The stretch eases, and he sinks in to the hilt.

“I knew you’d be perfect like this.” He tilts my hips and drives in deep and fast. I dig my heels in, matching his powerful thrusts. The pressure builds, and I grip his shoulders tight.

“I’m so close.”

“Show me how good it can feel,” he says huskily. “Milk me with this tight little cunt.”

The words are the final push I need to free fall into a bliss so complete I see white as my body convulses. His strokes quicken and grow clumsy. His hot seed fills me, setting off a series of aftershocks as I go limp.

“You okay?” He whispers an undetermined amount of time later as I struggle to focus on his bleary face.

“Yes,” I croak.

“Are you sure?” He swipes his thumbs under my eyes. “Cause you’re crying.”

“Happy,” I whisper.

“Me too.” He smiles.

“Bryan, I love you too.” I sniffle. I have for a long time.”

“Me too, baby girl.” He brushes his lips against mine.

I groan. “We still have a wedding to get ready for.”

He laughs. “Next year, it’ll be our own.”

I gap up at him. Where was the man who seemed allergic to commitment?

“I’m not letting you go, Nora. We’re forever. I think we both know that.” He smiles lazily, looking completely sated and content.

“We do,” I agree with a smile so wide my cheeks hurt.

“Good.” A fist pounds on the door.

“Look alive, young lovers, we have a wedding to launch.” E’s voice drifts through the door, followed by December’s laughter.

“Yeah. We’re coming.”

“Believe me, we heard,” E shouts back.

I groan. “December and E will never let us live this down.”

“Nope.” He pops the p and laughs as he rolls out of bed. “I’ll shower first. If we get in there together, neither of us is leaving this room anytime soon.” His eyes are molten gold as he sweeps his gaze over me. I’ll never tire of the possessive and loving look etched on his face.

Sighing, I rest my head on the pillow. All of this came to be because he needed help with baking. I owe the future I never thought possible to the Christmas log Buche De Noel. We’ll make her the prettiest, best-tasting dessert she’s ever taken a bite of. I silently thank his father and his sweet tradition because it gave me the gift of a lifetime.

Epilogue

Bryan

“This year,I have two gifts for you for Christmas.” I can't keep the pride hidden as I walk across the room with the pristine log. Unlike last year, the wood is realistic, and the cake isn’t lopsided or slightly overcooked. The holly and ivy I added elevate the presentation. Mom’s dark brown eyes light up, making all the nights full of failure forgotten in that second.

“This is beautiful,mijo. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I did.”I set the plate down, and she leans forward and inhales. “It smells exactly like your father’s.”

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