Page 52 of A Bossy Roommate

His cock is swollen and pointing straight at me from above his jeans.

Being completely naked now, I make a move to get him closer again, but he stops me with a firm hand and pushes me back to where I was.

“No, you stay like this.” He grabs a pillow from his bed and shoves it under my ass, then pushes my legs apart with his strong hands.

His stubble nuzzles my hair as he kisses the shell of my ear.

“I like it this way. You completely naked, wet, eager to be fucked. That’s what you are, ready to be fucked. Am I right?” he rumbles, his fingers teasing the sides left and right of my clit, denying me another direct hit of pleasure. “Tell me.”

At this point, I can’t even think straight. I want his touch so badly. “Yeah.”

“Good. Let me fuck your tight hole with my tongue. Arms back up.”

I gasp, obeying.

Since my wrists aren’t bound this time, my hands hit the shelf above me.

The cupcake he’d placed there earlier tumbles down between us. With athump, it lands on my belly and rolls down, leaving cream in its wake. I tremble. The cupcake stops on my pussy, creamy side down.

I start to snort-laugh.

There’s a cheeky grin in Carter’s gaze, and when his eyes take me in like that, my pelvic muscles squeeze.

“Stay still, don’t move,” he orders. He leans down, grabs the end of the cupcake, pushes my legs farther apart and smears the vanilla cream between my pussy lips, right on my clit and entrance. He takes the plump, ripe strawberry that had been jumbled into the cream through the fall, between his teeth by its stem and places it among the cream at my entrance.

“Carter,wha…ohhh.”

With the cupcake that has now lost all of its vanilla swirl (and its strawberry too), he stands, and removes the luxurious cupcake liner that helped to keep it fresh (and typically alsoprevented them from getting crushed or damaged). Putting the deliciousness between his teeth, he leans in.

Take a bite, he gestures with his eyes.

And I do. I bite into our wedding cupcake. While I savor the goodness, vanilla and strawberry smell invading my senses, he leans in to allow me another bite.

The taste isn’t too sweet. There’s a nice vanilla and orange citrus flavor that I love and could bathe in, as I savor the small pieces of strawberry and real vanilla in my mouth.

Our lips graze, and not only does my heart jump, but my pussy releases electric shockwaves.

Feeling the softness of his lips on my mouth and the softness of the cream on my sensitive clit, my pussy clenches. He finally indulges in a bite. Sharing a cupcake with Carter in the sweetest—and hottest—way possible, only heightens the significance of the rare moment. I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.

Pleasant surprise is written all over Carter’s face, even though I’m not entirely sure if it’s caused by the taste of the cupcake and its subtle sweetness or by the whole situation in general. All I know is that he isn’t into sweet things—except for me,ha!—but the delicious flavoring seems like a treat, even for him.

With a sexy gesture, he offers me the last bite, his lashes lowering in a moment of quiet intimacy.

The warmth of his touch lingers on my skin as he leans in closer and whispers in my ear, “Ready to be fucked by my tongue?”

I nod, eagerly, desperately, as I realize that I’m about to fall for him harder than I ever expected.

“I’m going to devour that pussy.”

He begins kissing down my neck, to the top of my breasts, over my nipple that is basically poking into his mouth. He sucks it in eagerly, first my left one, then my right. Doing all this,teasing both my nipples, licking from one stiff bud to the other, he takes his time—knowing full well that his announcement is already creating havoc in my mind. He proceeds to trail his tongue down my belly, licking up the vanilla cream spread on my naked skin.

This experience sure gives “getting your pussy eaten” a whole new meaning.

He licks through my folds, eating the cupcake cream, eating my pussy, no,feastingon my pussy, feasting on everything, but evading my swollen clit (so frustrating, no, irritating!) and glides to my entrance. There, he sucks the strawberry in and holds it by its end with his lips, then he begins to fuck me with it.

Don’t ask me why, but it’s so hot—life’s sweet surprises!

Finally, I can take “getting fucked by a strawberry” off my bucket list.