Page 21 of Baking with Bryan

“Have you been hot for me like this all morning, baby girl?”

“And wet,” I whisper.

“My poor baby girl.” He sits up, latched onto my right breast, and rolls its twin between his fingers. He releases me with a loud pop.

“You taste just as sweet as the pastry you bake.” He rolls us over and frames my body with his arms, keeping his full weight off me. “But you’re wearing far too many clothes.” Moving down, he tugs off my yoga pants and hooks his thumbs under the side of my black panties.

“You smell so good.” He nuzzles my covered mound, looking like a cat getting high on catnip.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” Removing my underwear slowly, he bares me to his heated gaze, groaning his approval.

“Beautiful.” Tossing the fabric over his shoulder, he parts my thighs and licks a path up my sodden slit. I buck up, and he places his large palm on my belly, pinning me to the mattress.

“I’m going to have the meal I’ve been waiting patiently for now, baby girl.” Holding my gaze, he covers me with his mouth, moaning in the back of his throat as he glides his tongue between my folds and circles my clit. He treats me like a delicacy, slowly savoring every taste as I burn from the inside out.

A steady gush of liquid flows between my legs, and he laps it up like a starved man. I bury my hands in his hair, tugging.

“More.”

“Yea?” He slips a finger inside, and I clench around him.

“Poor little pretty pussy needs something nice and thick to stretch it out, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I nod, and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry, baby girl.” He pumps slowly, adding a second finger to stretch me out. “I’m going to give you everything you need. Because I’m the last cock you will ever take.”

He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes me scream his name.

“That’s it. Sing for me.” Stroking, circling, and teasing, he brings me to the edge and backs off.

“No.”

“I have to make sure you’re ready to take me,” he soothes, kissing my neatly trimmed mound as he sucks the inside of my thigh. He nuzzles my swollen clit with his nose, and I swear I see a streak of lighting behind my lids.

He eases two fingers inside again, and my walls clench around him, greedily, trying to keep him exactly where I need him most.

“Can’t wait to sink inside you. I’m going to tailor those walls to fit only me.”

“Do it now,” I urge.

He laughs. “Not yet, little temptress.” He circles my walls, scissoring as he stretches and expands me. The slight pinch I feel is a pleasurable pain I crave more of.

“Take this third finger, and I’ll give you what we both want.” Easing out, he slips back in, and I gasp at the stretch.

“There it is. You’re doing so good.” Curling his fingers, he strokes my g-spot. Breathing hard, I feel the wave about to crest. He slips free, and I release a strangled noise.

“Shh.” He rips off his sweatpants and palms his thick, eight-inch dick. “Is this what you want?”

“You know I do,” whisper huskily.

“Then open up and let me into where I belong.”

I spread my legs even wider, and he groans. I tremble as he glides the smooth shaft between my lips. Coating himself in my slick.

“Go on, lead me home, baby girl.” Our eyes lock, and I reach down between us. I wrap my hand around his cock and guide him to my entrance.

“Give me those pretty blue eyes. I want to see them when I make you mine.” He teases with shallow thrusts, stretching my entrance a little more every time.

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