Page 22 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Andrea

E l and I are at the grocery store after Alessandro and Luci’s wedding.

I keep thinking about everything that happened before their ceremony.

I know something between her and Marco happened because of how they acted toward each other all evening.

Despite their constant fighting, something about this evening was different.

He was fuming, and she was cold, something I’d never seen from them.

“Do you think this cake is big enough?” El insisted on getting a cake for us to enjoy off each other after seeing Luci lick icing off Alessandro’s neck. I turn around, breaking out in laughter when I see her carrying a sheet cake big enough for a birthday party.

“Mon trésor, that’s a cake you would buy for a large event, not for the two of us.” She leans into one of her hips, eyebrows raised as she taps her foot. An obvious sign she’s annoyed while also knowing she will get her way. I can never say no to her.

“We need a big cake for what I have planned. Now come on, we need to get this home.” She rushes away from me to pay for her large cake while I’m still laughing at how absurd the sight is.

El walks into our apartment first, setting the cake on the counter before spinning around to face me. “Go get naked and lie on the bed.”

“Oui, mademoiselle.” Call me curious. I’ll play El’s game, wondering what she has in store for us. And that cake.

I’m undressed, already half-hard, when I hear El’s heels make their way into the room.

My eyes and cock bulge when I notice she’s wearing new lingerie while holding the cake.

The mauve lace balconette bra and matching high-cut thong contrast with the color of her eyes, making them pop.

The sight causes pre-cum to drip onto my stomach when she makes her way toward me.

Her nipples peek through the lace, slightly darker than the color of the bra.

That and the dip in her hips make me want to bend her over and hold on to them as I make love to her.

I instinctively grind my hips slightly and groan.

El’s light pink lips tip up into a smirk when she notices my reaction.

She always knows exactly how to arouse me.

“What do you think of my new lingerie? I bought this for you since I know blush and lace are your favorites. Initially, I was waiting until your birthday. Since we have this big cake now, why should we wait?” She takes two fingers, swiping them through the icing, bringing both into her mouth and sucking.

She moans before an audible pop fills the room when they leave her mouth.

I sit up, knowing El has bigger plans for that cake by the way her eyes sparkle with lust. Something tells me she’s waiting for me to egg her on. “If that’s all you’re going to do, why did you get a cake that extravagant?”

“Oh, Andrea. You should know me better than that. Lay back down.” I lie down, hands behind my head, as El moves her fingers back through the cake, spreading it down my body until she reaches my pubic bone.

Instead of continuing down, she grabs more and drags it up from my balls under my shaft, ending where the bead of pre-cum sits.

She swipes the bead up, sending chills down my body when she sucks down the leftover cake mixed with my essence.

El sets the cake next to us when she slips out of her heels, climbing onto the bed.

She instantly straddles me as she licks the cake off my body, avoiding the part she left on my dick.

She pauses, pulling her underwear to the side and taking more cake, swiping it right on her clit, and fuck, I hope that piece is for me.

“Mon trésor, can I have some cake?” El giggles, and I can tell she knows exactly what I’m asking of her. And that she had the same idea.

She makes her way up my body, placing her thick, luscious legs on each side of my head.

I can smell her arousal mixed with the vanilla cake before she lowers herself down.

Another thing I love about mon trésor is that when she sits on my face, she completely sits.

None of that hovering bullshit. If I die, I die.

At least I’d die loving the most beautiful woman in the world.

The overly sweet taste of the cake is what hits me first. I softly nibble on El’s clit, cleaning all the cake off as she winces at the subtle pain.

Soon after the cake is gone, she grinds herself on my face, pinching her nipples through her bra as I realize she’s going to come.

She throws her head back, cum dripping down my chin before she rises on shaky knees.

I’m desperate to have her wrapped around me, to make her cum drench my dick like she drenched my face.

“Please. Don’t torture me any further. Make love to me. Ride me until I fill you with the evidence of my love.”