Page 8 of Merry Me Bad Boy
Well, no more. I’ve got some catching up to do. First things first, I am going to finally touch this woman.
She’s got such a nice braid going, and I only feel a little terriblefor plucking out her hair tie. Need to bury my fingers in her hair, need to turn my fantasy of her into something real. Need her to see what I want.
When I do get my hand where I want and pull her head back, a part of me wishes she’ll push me away and demand I leave.
Because what kind of bastard am I to only know her for a week and want to fuck her already?
Abby doesn’t push me away. No, shemoansand pulls me closer. The enabler she is, my weakness.
My mouth is on hers and I’m only growing hungrier. Starving, I’m tasting the depth of her mouth, loving the way her body curls to touch me wherever she can.
The shop opens up in an hour, but neither of us cares enough. No, not right now. We’re too distracted to even think about someone catching us in the act.
When I pull her to the edge of the table, she bites my lip. My hands only leave her body long enough to pull off her flour-covered apron. Once it’s over her head, I’m throwing the flimsy thing to the side and pushing her down against the stainless steel surface.
“Thought about sticking my cock inside you all night,” I confess to her, my voice deepening. Already going this far, might as well put all my feelings out on the table right alongside her twitching body. “Came twice because of you, sweet girl.”
Abby’s eyes go wide and she doesn’t move, not even her chest. It’s like she is holding her breath, waiting to see what I’ll do next. Only when my fingertips brush the button of her jeans does she suddenly remember that air is precious.
“I want to taste you, lick you thoroughly and leave nothing behind.” Brows lowering, I drag my gaze along the length of her body. My chest swells when I trace the curve of her mound with my thumb. Is she soaked down there? I’d like to think so with the way her hips jerk at my touch. “Will you allow me to do that, Abby? Or am I going to go hungry for another day?”
Her teeth nearly clank together with how fast she nods. All those talks on cleanliness, and we are about to make the worst mess of them all.
I’ve got a hunger for sugar and this woman is going to be what fulfills my needs. My mouth is already salivating at the thought of that first taste.
I’m quick with undoing her jeans and pulling them off her body. Those polka dotted panties of hers don’t last either. No, I nearly tear those off once I get a good look at those glistening pink folds of hers. She’s wet all right, no doubt about that.
“You are staring,” she mumbles, her skin growing more flushed by the second.
It takes strength to meet her eyes. “Thought about this pussy for awhile now, give me a minute to appreciate it.”
I want to stick my cock in her now, fuck her against the table until my name is the only word she knows how to say. Wouldn’t take any effort to get in her either, not when her thighs are parting, beckoning me to keep my word and bury my tongue deep.
No, not now. Something tells me another opportunity will cross our paths in the future. Even as a man with little patience, I know I can wait a little longer.
I’ll give her a few days to think about how she feels and if she wants me like I want her, I swear I’ll make her scream.
Pushing her shirt further up, I flattened my mouth against her stomach. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I taste her.
“Always thought you smell so sweet. Tasting you now, I’ve gotten quite a craving. Need something real sweet to satisfy me.” Sitting up, I look over at that damn piping bag. It’s the perfect excuse to lick her for longer. I reach over and snatch it up. “We can see if all that practice helped.”
Between laughing and gasping, her knees knock against my hips when I drizzle some of the frosting on her stomach.
“That’s such a waste,” she mutters, shivering when I run a line along every inch of her body I want to taste.
I’m going to get cavities eating this woman out. Even if I’m not a fan of the amount of sugar, I won’t leave any behind.
“I’ll eat it all,” I assure her as I watch the white frosting mix with her own juices. “Take out the cost from my paycheck, I don’t even care.”
Satisfied with my work, I toss the piping bag back over where it belongs.
She starts to shake her head, but pauses when my mouth finds her stomach once more. The first stripe of my tongue leaves her quiet. Watching me closely, she flattens a hand against her mouth when I dip my tongue inside her belly button.
Fucking delicious. So good, that I know I’m going to ruin a good pair of pants if I’m not careful.
“No one here is going to hear you but me, sweet girl. Move your hand.” I lick lower, swallowing down my mouthful. Against a body this hot, the frosting doesn’t take long to melt against my tongue.
Abby does as I tell her to, squirming when I fall down to my knees. Once I’m licking off the mess I made on her inner thigh, I taste the sugar mixed with a saltiness.