Page 17 of His Curvy Fake Bride

“All done. You are officially moved in and I’m not letting you go.” The vibration of his words deep in his chest makes me squeeze my thighs together again.

“Is that so?”

“Going to lock me in?”

“Don’t give me ideas. I might chain you to the bed so you can’t get away, goddess.”

I smile, leaning my head back on his chest. “You know I’m curious as to what’s inside that box.”

“Open it.”

I step forwards, already missing the warmth of his body against mine and open the lid. A gorgeous aroma of vanilla and icing sugar rises to greet me.

“The sample wedding cake flavors!” I exclaim. “I’d forgotten they were coming today…”

I lift open one of the boxes and lift out the sample of cake. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

He closes his eyes as I turn around. I gently put the cake in his mouth, watching as he chews.

“That’s pretty damn good. Strawberry something. Your turn, gorgeous.”

He turns me around so I’m facing the counter, reaching around me to pick another box and open it. I close my eyes as he feeds me the cake. It’s a vanilla buttercream and I can’t resist moaning a little as I swallow.

He presses his hard cock against me. “Did you like that?”

I rub my backside against him. “I like this even more.”

He puts the box down and his big hands reach for my breasts, stroking my nipples though the thin fabric. I arch my back as he unbuttons my dress, leaning me against the counter, my mouth still full of the sweet taste of the vanilla buttercream.

He pulls down my soaked panties. “So wet. Good girl.” His fingers find my clit and I gasp, his other hand unbuckling his jeans.

I lean down against the counter as he lines himself up with my entrance, my knees trembling. I’m aching with the need to have him inside me, sparks of electricity zapping around my skin.

He eases his cock into me, taking his time to fill me up as I moan. “That feels so good.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Me too.”

He starts to thrust faster, wrapping my hair around his fist and bending me down over the counter so my breasts are pressed flat against it. I’m squishing the cake samples, but I don’t care. He pulls the cups of my bra down, rubbing the icing into my nipples with his fingers as I try to protest.

“We’re testing it out, gorgeous.” His voice is like a growl in my ear as he thrusts harder and faster into me. My head is spinning as he continues to fuck me on the counter, my hips moving to meet his every thrust. I feel the powerful surge of my orgasm building up, the pleasure intensifying as I cling to him for support. His huge cock pounds into me, sending waves of pleasure around my body.

“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?” He whispers into my ear, his voice a heady mix of desire and control. I nod my head, unable to speak.

With a sudden urgency, he pulls out of me and flips me over, positioning himself between my legs, my upper body on the counter top. My breasts are covered in cake icing as he thrusts back inside me, his hands gripping my ass as he relentlessly pushes deeper. I wrap my legs around him, my nails digging into his back as I beg for release.

He pauses for a second, leaning forward and sucks the icing off my breasts and it pushes me even closer to the edge. He thrusts again, his fingers back on my clit and I shout his name as I come hard, my walls gripping his cock. He groans as his seed spurts deep inside me.

I laugh shakily once our breathing has slowed down. We’re both covered in cake and the box is squished flat on the countertop.

Kade’s eyes meet mine. He runs a finger over one breast and licks the remainder of the icing off.

“This one is definitely my favorite.”

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