Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You didn’t…”
“Oh, I most certainly fucking did.” The treat is grabbed from behind the bucket to be shown off. “Complete with a candle and everything. Thank you Yasmine’s Yummies for the dessert and not making me go back to the grocery store for the third time in one day.”
Shock paints itself into my expression. “Fuck, I can’t believe you remember my favorite kind of cake.”
“How could I forget anything about you, babe?”
I’m not entirely sure which thumps harder my heart or my cock.
“All the extra hours I worked this week were so that I could take today off guilt free. You should also know that I pushed back my yearly accreditation meeting to ten tomorrow.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I thought we’d celebrate tonight – all night – and then I’d make you breakfast in the morning.”
The twitch in my face is unconscious.
“I know my cooking isn’t great-”
“You’re a better baker.”
Her glare causes me to helplessly chuckle. “But I thought I’d make you breakfast or since you’re being an asshole, you can make me breakfast, now. I went ahead and got stuff for a whole feast. Eggs, bacon, and all the ingredients for crêpes.”
“I love you, baby, but you should definitely stay away from experimenting with French food.”
“I’mma stay away from experimenting with you if you keep making fun of my cooking!”
Laughing is attached to the final steps it takes for me to arrive at my queen-size bed.
“And your birthday gift is two tickets for you and McCoy or you and Noah or perhaps even you and Law to Cartastrophe in November.”
My jaw drops to the floor. “You fuckin’ with me right now?”
More glee explodes in her gaze as she shakes her head.
“You got me two tickets to one of the most expensive, most exclusive car shows in the fucking country?”
She joyfully nods.
“Pres, those tickets cost a fortune.”
“Eh,” my girlfriend brushes off with a small shrug. “One of the dads at my school works for Haworth Enterprises, and they’re hired to do extra security for it every year, so every year for the past three years, he’s offered me discounted tickets. This time I just happened to take him up on the offer.”
Once more my jaw falls to my feet.
“However, I would’ve happily paid full price for them.” Her eyes pin themselves to mine. “For you.”
Fuck me, how have I ever deserved to have this woman in my life?
“Happy birthday, Ryder Collins,” she coos while extending the cupcake towards me. “Want me to light the candle so you can make a wish?”
“What the fuck is there to wish for, Pres?” Landing on the edge of the bed, my hand gently falls on her leg. “I already have you.”
Bashful beaming immediately begins.
“And you’re already in my bed.”
The grinning brightens.
“And you’re already fucking naked.”
Another slow nod occurs.
“You know there’s only one thing left to do, right?”
Her eyebrows lift in curiosity.
“Have my cake…,” ripping the sheet off her figure requires almost no effort, “and fuck it, too.”
“You know I’m not a history buff; however, I’m pretty sure it was ‘let them eat cake’ not ‘fuck cake’.”
“Semantics.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you’re using that word right.”
“Maybe not, but I’m damn sure about to use you right.”
No other words are said.
Clothes are simply shed, and her body redirected to exactly where I want it.
Afterall, it is my birthday.
Pres’s freshly painted toes anxiously wiggle next to my head due to her legs bent position. Hunger swirls around her gaze while her hips slightly rock upward, begging me to be the one place I’ve been dying to be all day.
And I fucking will be.
However many times she can handle.
Finally taking the cupcake treat out of her possession, I sloppily smear the frosting one on nipple, provoking her to whimper.
Moan.
Bite her bottom lip and eagerly wait for me to repeat the action on the other.
Stickiness gets spread on both hardened nubs as well as a strip down the side of her neck before I hover the cupcake next to her lips. “Open.”
Pres’s eyes instantly widen in tandem with her mouth.
Wedging the treat is gingerly done but burying my dick is not. The instant it’s successfully out of my hands, I’m diving inside, enjoying her muffled screams more than I ever will the dessert imprisoning them. I momentarily latch both hands onto her hips to keep her under my control, not wanting my shaft to experience anything other than the soaking hot wetness swirling around it. Each hard heave causes her body to bounce, and the tight muscles to contract. They’re squeezing prompts my balls to swell and slap against her ass resulting in porn-worthy sounds reverberating around the room. Down the hall. Out in the fucking living room where I’m grateful McCoy isn’t studying.
Led by the freedom to reach whatever volume we want, I place one of her nipples between my thumb and index for pulling. There’s an initial gasp that has her stretching her mouth to new limits yet the heavenly moan that seeps out next is accompanied by her beautiful brown eyes rolling into the back of her head. Wanting that more than any fucking cake to ever exist, I repeat the process.