Page 9 of Merry Me Bad Boy

I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.

Abby

I can’t believe I’m doing this in my own bakery. I’m ashamed of myself.

I’m also very much turned on, letting this man devour me like I’m a whole course. Feeling each stroke of his tongue against my thighs leaves my hips lifting.

All this tasting doesn’t mean a thing if he’s not taking care of the main problem here. The way I’m aching and twisting about inside, it’s all his fault.

“I’m going to pull out my cock and stroke myself, sweet girl,” he warns as his breath brushes against my exposed nerves. “Otherwise, I’m going to want to stick it inside you after I’m done tasting you thoroughly.”

Is that an option? No. This is already too much. We’re going to have to clean this whole place and bleach–

A moan is ripped from my lips when he laps at my clit, sucking away the thinnest trail of frosting. Oh my god.

“That’s it, let me know it feels good.” He’s panting, it’s a sound I didn’t know I needed. With one hand pushing my thighs apart, I’m left to my imagination when it comes to his other hand.

He knows what I look like, but I don’t even have the slightest clue what he’s like below the belt. The more I think about it, the hotter my body burns.

“Jason.” My hips jerk up and the man pins me right back down. He’s moved further down now, stroking his tongue along my quivering walls.

“You want something inside, don’t you Abby?” His breath feels so hot against my skin.

Nodding my head, I’m running on autopilot. Can’t think about sanitation when every inch of my body is aching for this man. I need something alright. Need him.

He buries a thick finger inside. Curls it too, leaving me making noises I can’t even bring out with my own hand or devices. Then he adds a second and I’mgone. My nails scrape against the stainless steel and there is nothing to hold onto.

My body is aching,throbbing. Like something wants to burst out from within.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back.” He moans himself, nipping my inner thigh as he continues touching himself.

This man does not want to stop his onslaught until I’m arching off the table. Even then, with my shaking limbs, he keeps going.

When I have the strength to sit up, I have to pull his head back to relieve me of his demanding tongue. Even when he’s drinking down my release, he isn’t satisfied.

In pushing him away, I give myself a view that makes my heart pound.

His fingers are still wrapped around his cock, pumping.

My lips part as I watch this man get himself off to nothing but me. Listening to the grunts and groans that leave his lips, there’s also that slick sound of his fingers moving along his shaft.

“You like what you see, Abby? A man on his knees, one who is fucking desperate?” His voice sounds so raw, so deep. “One who will do anything you say because he wants nothing more than to get between your pretty thighs?”

I’m nodding without realizing it. I like it, because it’s Jason who is the one looking pained, looking for release.

“Anything?” I ask, my voice wavering.

He nods just as quickly.

“Kiss me again.” The demand comes immediate and soon, this man is towering over me once more. We’re both flushed, too deep in this to care about anything else.

Wrapping his free hand around the back of my head, he pulls me against his mouth. His tongue tastes sweet, with a side flavor of sex.

Deciding that I can kiss this man for an eternity, it’s the splash of heat against my stomach and thighs that has me pulling away.

Jason is panting, following my gaze. Even now, he’s squeezing out the rest of his release from his cock.

Without a doubt, I have it bad for this man. Maybe it is the heat of the moment, but I think this man feels the same.

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