Page 7 of Baking with Bryan

Together, we work her shirt and sweater up her body and over her head. I groan when I see the emerald green bra contrasting with her peaches and cream skin. Her nipples strain against the lace. I can’t resist plucking them softly.

“Yes.” Tilting her head back, she pushes her chest forward. I smirk.

“Like that?” I tug, and she cries out.

“Could you come like this, pretty girl?” I whisper huskily.

She nods. I pinch, making her cry out. “I need your words.”

“Yes.” She pants.

I roll both her rigid peaks between my fingers. She bucks against me.

“I have been waiting years to see you like this.” Bending down, I suck her left peak through the lace. She fists my hair, and I suck harder. Her cries are an encouraging chorus that has me in danger of spilling in my pants.

“Bry, I’m going to.”

I hum. Nora screams, quivering as I release her with a pop and move back to watch her.

My cock twitches in my pants, and I grind against her, edging myself as I prolong her orgasm.

“So damn pretty when you’re undone for me.” I nip her bottom lip, and she opens her lids, staring at me with unfocused eyes.

“But I’m nowhere near done.”

Her arms wind around my neck, and she pushes off the wall. I shift to balance her weight. She rolls her hips and latches onto my neck. Like a vampire, she damn near draws blood as she marks me.

“Want to make sure you mark your territory?”

She nips me. “Damn straight.” She makes a figure eight with her hip. “Cause you’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Is that what you want?” I croak.

Phones ring out at the same time, and I swear.

“Ignore it.” She insists.

I nod.

“Are you going to answer my question?” I ask.

“I—” Knock, Knock, Knock.

“What the hell?” I bark.

Groaning, she rests her forehead against me. “You should answer it. It has to be important.” Our phones haven’t stopped ringing, and the knock is more insistent.

“Bry. You there?” I recognize Emanuel’s voice.

“What’s E doing here?” She whispers.

“I don’t know.” I lower her down, mentally swearing a blue streak.

“See what he wants. I’ll get dressed.”

I frown. “That's the last thing I want you to do.” I rub my thumb across her nipple, and she shivers.

“I still haven’t gotten to see if they’re rosy or paler pink.”

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