Page 79 of Fateful Hearts

“Show me what you’re made of, Mr. Branson,” I tell him, knowing he secretly loves it when I call him that.

His eyes snap up at me, an animalistic hunger taking over. He growls low and needy, the sound so fucking sexy as he squats between my legs, shoving my knees apart. “You fucking kill me. I’ll show you how much of abeastI can really be.”

I smile, biting my bottom lip as he ducks his head, then kisses up my thigh. I wiggle, needing more. His nose runs up the fabric of my panties as he sniffs loudly, letting out a low rumble from deep in his throat. “So fucking good.” He moans, then grabs one side of my panties with his hand, the other with his teeth, and he tears at them like a damn animal.

My eyes widen as I hear the tearing sound, and they rip straight off. I gasp as he throws them, watching as they land on top of the presents. I can’t help but let out a little giggle, but it’s quickly replaced with a moan when his tongue slides out, lapping at my clit.

Oh God, I forgot how good that feels.

My head throws back as I gasp. “Fuck, Blake!” I whimper, my fingers rushing to his hair and clenching tight, holding him in position.

“Ride my face, Zoey.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice when his warm breath against my pussy starts a wildfire inside my core.

I tilt my hips, keeping my hold firmly in his hair, and grind against his face. He’s relentless. Nipping and sucking on my clit. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips, probably a little louder than it should be, but I don’t give two shits about that right now. “Yes, fuck yes! But I need more, Blake.”

He lets out a low rumble, and the vibration sends my clit into overdrive. I hook my legs over his shoulders, needing to pull him closer, and he releases my clit to bury his face in my pussy. He pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, somehow lapping at the edge of my G-spot. The sudden sensations have my thighs quivering and my eyes clenching closed as heat builds all over my body. Goose bumps pebble all over my skin while I pant frantically. Lights dance behind my eyelids as the pressure builds so intense, my muscles clench, and as the wave hits me, it’s like a massive explosion. Unable to stay sitting upright, I fall back against the table, just missing the cake, completely spent.

“Don’t tell me you’re passing out, Cupcake. I’m just getting started,” Blake teases, nipping at the bundle of nerves, sending me back over the edge instantly.

I moan out his name, or at least I think I do.

Between the alcohol and the state of bliss washing over me, I can’t be certain of anything. My arms reach out to the sides, searching for anything to ground me, my back arching off the table. I fist my hands into the linen, and as my breathing steadies, Blake slides three fingers in me, quick and steady.

“Let’s see if three fingers will get the job done,” he teases, using the same line from that first night at my house. My thighs jerk to close around his arm, but he steps between my legs. When I go to sit up, he uses his free hand to pin me to the table, his fingers spreading wide at my collarbone. “Now, be a good girl and take what I give you.” His voice is rough, thick with desire—so fucking sexy.

He slows his pace, scissoring his fingers, and stretches me. “Blake…” My protest dies on my lips as the familiar ache builds low in my stomach.

“You’re so sexy when you’re on the edge.” My only response is a loud cry of pleasure that’s immediately silenced by the hand Blake has me pinned down with. “Shh… we can’t have anyone interrupting. Now, keep those eyes on me. I want you to remember who brings you this kind of pleasure.”

Music filters out from inside, the reminder some unsuspecting guests could walk out at any moment. All worry disappears with Blake’s steady pace, thrusting his fingers in and out, ensuring to rub against my G-spot before it becomes his sole focus. My breath hitches, then is stolen when the dam suddenly breaks, my body shuddering with the intensity rolling through me again.

My breathing quickens, my skin flushing with intense heat as I feel the adrenaline surging through me at experiencing so many orgasms in such quick succession. No doubt I’m leaving a mess on the crisp linen. I might be embarrassed if I had the energy to care, but I don’t have control over my arms.

They reach out to grab hold of something, anything, and in my frantic movement, my fingers dive into something wet. A silky, smooth texture slides between my fingers, but I am so lost in my orgasm I don’t care to stop and see what it is.

Panting as I come down, Blake’s gaze follows mine as I freeze, noticing my hand is all the way into the side of the damn wedding cake.

“Ahh… oops!” I let out a giggle, but it sounds sarcastic. I know how bad it sounds, but I don’t care. There’s no way I can help myself, and I giggle again as I slide my hand out gently, but the damage is done—cake and frosting covering my hand and fingers. Slowly, I lick the frosting off a finger before taking it in and sucking it clean, my eyes turning back to Blake’s as I suck my fingers seductively.

Blake steps in close, grabbing my wrist. “Now, Cupcake, if you want something to suck, I’d be more than happy to give you what you want,” he states, the heat flaring in his gaze as he makes quick work of his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor.

I slip off the table, my head fuzzy from the powerful orgasms and Blake’s words, mixed with the lingering effects of the alcohol. Before dropping to my knees, I use the now-soiled table linen to wipe my hand clean, then shakily drag my finger through the frosting on the cake. It’s already ruined, so I may as well use it for my benefit.

His hard cock greets me. So thick, so perfect, and I let out a satisfied hum of appreciation. I look up to find Blake staring at me.

I grip his shaft, careful not to smear the sticky sweetness just yet. Then, running the frosting over the tip of his cock, I flick my tongue out, tasting the mixture of Blake and the sugary sweetness. He releases a groan followed by a hiss through his teeth as I stroke him.

Blake reaches out and gently holds the back of my head, encouraging me to continue. “Quit teasing,” he warns.

I can’t help but smirk. It seems Blake’s need for control is in every aspect of his life. “So bossy, Mr. Branson.” With the use of his formal name, I’m rewarded with a low growl.

“Open that smart mouth of yours, and I will show you how bossy I can be.”

Sliding my lips around the tip of his cock, I lightly suck, then hum my approval. I don’t give him time to enjoy the sensation as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. My slightly inebriated state makes me feel cocky, so I look up at him and wink before taking him all the way down my throat.

But I don’t stop there.

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